Double the Fun by Jenika Snow Page 0,1

to pick up the shattered pieces. She couldn’t say she wasn’t happy to see him go, but despite all the abuse, her mother was a broken woman. It was clear she spent her whole life dependent on him, and it had taken Jane a lot of time and work to get her mother to be independent and have self-esteem.

She wasn’t 100 percent there, not even after several years of her father’s absence, but every day, she was getting better. Jane was just happy he was out of their lives. Jane and her mother Bridgette might not have had a lot of money, but they were picking up the pieces of their lives. The town of Ecstasy, Colorado might look down on them, but she knew as long as she had her mother, Rys, and William around, everything would be okay. They were the only three people in her life that mattered.

“I’m trash but good enough to fuck, huh?” She had been a fool to think anyone in this fucking shitty-ass town would see her as anything different. With her father’s reputation as a drunk and being poorer than dirt, she was considered the town white trash. She might not have been a virgin, but sleeping with one boy from out of town who had been visiting his grandparents one summer when she was seventeen didn’t constitute her an easy lay.

“Honey, why do you think I took you to a restaurant outside of Ecstasy?”

Oh, she wasn’t a fool. She knew Trevor had purposefully driven out of their town, a town named Ecstasy of all things, because he didn’t want them to be seen together. Had she been so starved for male affection that she resorted to going on pathetic dates with pricks? She supposed she was. The only men she had in her life were Rys and William, the Holden twins. They were her lifeline in her fucked-up life, and if not for them, she would have left a long time ago.

But if she was being honest, she knew she wouldn’t have gone anywhere, not with her mom still here and refusing to leave the only home she had ever known. Anyone her mother had called a friend either left to pursue other things or she had severed ties with because of her loyalty to Jane’s father. He had burned a lot of bridges in the years he stuck around. He had gotten into enough fights, stolen enough merchandise, and treated others like shit on his shoes that anyone associated with him was automatically the same.

She pushed the door open and wrenched her arm out of Trevor’s ironclad grasp. Her flesh burned, and she had no doubt there would be a bruise. God, how she wished Rys and William were there with her. Just thinking about them made her feel better. She slammed the door of his prized Camaro and turned around to walk back into town. They were at least two miles outside the city limits, but she didn’t care. The cold air and time would give her the chance to think. She reached for her purse and realized she left it in Trevor’s car.

When she turned back around, she saw he was driving toward her. He pulled up beside her and gave her the most disgusted look he could muster before tossing her purse out the window. He yelled, “Bitch!” as he sped away. Her purse lay in a puddle of muddy water. She quickly picked it up and prayed to the heavens the contents weren’t wet. Sending up a silent thank you that everything was dry, she shook off her purse and started walking. The chilly air was unusual for this time of year, but it helped to clear her head.

The lights of Ecstasy came into view over an hour later, and she blew out a breath. Her feet and legs ached horribly. Her lungs burned, and all she could think about was going home, taking a nice soak in the tub, and putting this entire night behind her. Trevor would either keep his mouth shut about tonight or the whole town would know by tomorrow morning that she was a slut. Even though she hadn’t had sex with Trevor, she knew damn well he would make up whatever story he wanted, and everyone would believe him. Because of her father’s reputation, she was the black sheep in town.

The sound of a diesel engine behind her had her closing her eyes and praying it wasn’t who she thought