Broken Strings by elmokilledcookie (i have read the book a hundred times .TXT) 📕

me.
No, this can't be happening again. What my dumb foster parents sent me here to be even more abused. I was wrong though. They didn't really want to hurt me. They just wanted me to be their little dress up doll. When they finished they blind folded me, then I heard the door open. After about two minutes I felt someone rest their hands on my shoulder. I froze and waited for their next move. They moved me over and made me stand in front of something.
When I opened my eyes I was standing in front of a mirror, but it didn't look like me. It didn't feel like me. I felt as if I was looking at a complete stranger with the same eyes as me. As I stared more closely I began to notice slight similarities. I saw the same slightly bent nose in the middle and I saw the beauty make right above my lip still there. Looks like the perfectionists missed one spot.
Then I felt Kentavious' squeeze my shoulders gently and turn his head away to say something to the others, so we could be left alone I assume. I sighed and turned around to face him. When I did he was biting his lip and looking at me funny. Then as I gazed more closely into his eyes I became frightened. I realized immediately that I've seen that look before. I've seen that expression in so many men - and females. I know those lustful eyes anywhere. I watched as Kentavious advanced toward me and as soon as he was at least a foot away and stepped out of his way and pretended like I dropped something on the floor. I bent squatted down to the ground and pretended to look for something and pick it up. When I stood upright and stared and my fiancé he looked frustrated. And as soon as I was about to ask what's wrong he walked out of the room. Then at that moment I knew what was wrong - me.
Something New and Something Blue

Nevaeh's P.O.V.
When we arrived at the party it seemed as over three hundred people were there. I was forced to meet at least a fourth of them. There were violins and harps being played. It was a rather lovely event - I mean if you're into those overly expensive events with the balloon headed people with nothing better to do than waste away in their riches. Anyway, Kentavious, his family, and myself were seated at the largest, longest table that was there even though there was only five of us. Oh, did I forget to mention I finally got to meet his grandmother and she is a rather lovely woman with an odd since of humor. It seems to me as if she doesn't fit into this high class alternate universe. I wish I could've grew up with her, visit her home during the summer for a month and embracing her strong smell of lavender and oranges, with a slight scent of peppermint.
After about an hour and a half Mrs. Deviano clanged her knife against her glass. Only a few turned around. When Mrs. Deviano stretched her eyes wide at Mr. Deviano I watched him clench his jaw and bang his fist on the table twice, then stand up and clear his throat. Then everyone payed attention to the front of the room.
Mr. Deviano: Well, everyone we ove to thank you for coming out to help us celebrate this blithe event. My wife and myself are so jovial that our dear son has found a bride. Now, we would like you to meet the couple of the hour, Kentavious and Nevaeh.
Everyone cheered at this announcement and Kentavious pulled me up to my feet along with him to smile at the crowd. Kentavious spoke to his audience, then afterwards asked me if I wanted to say anything. I told him no, but then he wrapped his arms around my waist and bent over and kiss me on my cheek, but really did it to whisper in my ear. So I ended up saying, " Hello," not that loudly though.
Eventually the party ended and we all went back home, but we can't forget all the pictures taken by the paparazzi. When Kent and I got home he basically ran up stairs - away from me. I slowly followed and when I got to our room he already had changed his clothes and was about to leave the room, but then I spoke.
Me: Can you unzip me first, before you run out of here?
He grimaced at me.
Kentavious: I wasn't going to run.
Me: Well, it sure seemed like it.
Kentavious didn't respond to my comment and I couldn't blame him. As soon as he unzipped me I expected him to just leave, but instead I felt his fingertips crawl across my upper back raising the hairs on my skin making me shiver. Then he ever so gently pushed the rest of my dress off of my shoulders (to be continued)

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Text: Just don't steal my book.
Publication Date: 11-27-2011

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Dedication:
For everyone.This book has a part for everyone.