Searching For Beautiful

Searching For Beautiful

by Nyrae Dawn
Searching For Beautiful

Searching For Beautiful

by Nyrae Dawn

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Overview

Before it happened…

Brynn had a group of best friends, a boyfriend who loved her, a growing talent for pottery. She had a life. And then…she had none.

After it happened…


Everything was lost. The boy she now knew never loved her. The friends who felt she betrayed their trust. The new life just beginning to grow inside her.

Brynn believes her future is as empty as her body until Christian, the boy next door, starts coming around. Playing his guitar and pushing her to create art once more. She meets some new friends at the local community center, plus even gets her dad to look her in the eye again…sort of. But letting someone in isn't as easy as it seems.

Now…

Can Brynn open up her heart to truly find her life's own beauty, when living for the after means letting go of the before?


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781622661497
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 03/04/2014
Series: Entangled Teen
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: eBook
Pages: 304
File size: 2 MB
Age Range: 13 - 17 Years

About the Author

Nyrae Dawn is also the author of the bestselling The Games series, including Charade. She is also the co-author of Out of Play with Jolene Perry. She lives in California with her husband and children.

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Searching for Beautiful


By Nyrae Dawn, Stacy Abrams

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2014 Nyrae Dawn
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62266-149-7


CHAPTER 1

Early June

Now

One, two, three, four. I focus to slow my breathing. In, out, in, out, trying to make the breaths stretch slowly, closer to tortoise rather than hare, like they're rushing right now. My palms sweat, making my hands stick to the steering wheel, almost like they're in clay on my pottery wheel.

Why am I so nervous? I shouldn't be. This is Jason and he loves me. How many times has he assured me I can tell him anything? That we're connected ... soul mates, who were lucky enough to find each other in this crazy, screwed-up world we live in.

More than that, he likes it when I talk to him, when I tell him what's inside me. Because at home, all he has is ugliness. Fighting parents, a dad who is always putting him down and calling him names.

I'm his haven. His beautiful.

Funny how out of all the billions of people in the whole wide world, I found him. That he calls me his beautiful when that's what Dad always called Mom. Not in the same words — la mia bella signora is what Dad used to call her. My beautiful lady. That's how I knew Jason and I were meant to be. It was a sign that I'm destined for a love just as true as my parents had. Just like I always felt it was destiny for them to adopt me. She was meant to be my mom.

My heart starts to calm at the memory of Jason whispering those words to me. Of his breath against my ear. His body wrapped around mine. We love each other, I remind myself, so I shouldn't be scared to tell Jason. Now the rest of it? That makes my stomach turn and my head pound. Dad is going to freak.

After pulling the keys from the ignition, I get out of my car, running my hands down my red dress. It's the one I wore the night we met.

If red wasn't my favorite color before, it definitely is now. He'd touched my hair, the red that surprises everyone, since Dad is Italian. But then, it's not as though I would look like him.

That quickly, it had been like Jason and I knew each other forever. Did he know then? Feel the draw he told me about later? Feel the same spark with me that Mom always talked about with Dad? I hadn't at first. I didn't want to feel anything when I met Jason. Caring hurt, and I had enough hurt to last a lifetime.

I love him now, though. That's what matters.

Red hair ... red dress, and now red cheeks. I never knew blushing could be so damn sexy ...

Half of me wanted to laugh at him. I mean, really? How dumb did he think I was? At the time, it was obvious his words were lines, but instead of laughing, I talked to him. He talked back, and nothing's been the same ever since.

Smiling, I start to walk toward his brother Sam's house. Luckily, he's always out of town, so we never have to worry about seeing him. It's the perfect place for Jason and me to meet.

The front door swings open before I get a chance to knock. Jason's there, his blond hair messy like always. He's wearing a pair of shorts, no shirt. Even after the past three months, I still shiver seeing his toned body. The ripples of his abs and firm arms. He works out like crazy.

"Hey, babe. About time you got here. Sam will be home soon, so we don't have much time to hang out."

As soon as he pulls me inside, his mouth is on mine. So recognizable, that mint tinged with smoke. I've always hated smoking, which is why he sucks on the mints. But still, the mixture is him. I would know it anywhere. It's not that I necessarily like it, but it's familiar. And familiarity is important.

Tell him, tell him, tell him. The words creep into my head. I try to slam the door on them, but they're like his smoke, floating under the door and filling the room until I'm almost suffocating on them. "Jason ..." I pull back a little bit. "I want to talk to you, remember? I have ... I have something to tell you."

He smiles, threading his fingers through mine before pulling me farther into the house. Into the living room. "Sorry, I just missed you. You know how irresistible you are to me."

I feel the heat burning my cheeks.

"Ah, there is it. Love that blush."

Somehow, it's those words that give me the courage I need. He loves my blush, my laugh. How many times has he told me he loves everything about me?

Love will make it okay.

"I ..." I grab his other hand, too, needing to touch him as much as I can, wanting to look him in the eyes when I speak to him. "I need to tell you something important."

He cocks his head a little, his hands tightening. "What is it?"

"I'm ..." Push the words out, Brynn. They've been eating me alive for weeks and now I just need to say them. My hands start shaking and briefly I wonder if he can feel it. My throat feels clogged, like words or breath can't get through. They're trapped behind a barrier of fear. Do it! "I'm pregnant."

The sentence somehow sucks all the air out of the room. It's suddenly hard to breathe again. Jason's hands grip mine tighter and tighter. I steady myself, proud of how I'm handling this. I spent two days crying before today, freaking out. I promised myself I wouldn't freak when I told Jason.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm pregnant ... with a baby. Duh, of course it's a baby, but your baby ... our baby." I step closer to him, but he pulls away. His hands jerk out of my grasp.

"How the fuck are you pregnant, Brynn? It sure as hell can't be mine. I've worn a condom every time we've been together. Every. Single. Time." His words make me flinch. They're like a whip biting into my skin.

Tears blur my vision; anger tries to block them. I'm shocked that Jason could accuse me of something like this. Then I remember the stories he's told me, the anger he lives with every day. I promised Jason I wouldn't be like that. We wouldn't be that way.

But he made me the same promise, too.

Locking eyes on him, I notice his face is red, see the angry set of his jaw as he crosses his arms. Who is this? Jason has never yelled at me before. "I don't know ... I don't know. But I'm pregnant. I swear. I've heard stories about girls getting pregnant even with a condom. Maybe it, like, had a hole in it. This isn't something I would lie about, Jason. I've never been with anyone but you. Only you. You know that."

My hands shake. My heart, too. I love him. But he thinks I would cheat on him. The anger tries to push its way in again, but I swallow it down until it creates this sort of vacuum inside me instead. Blood rushes through my ears, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

"Hate to break it to you, Brynn, but if you haven't been with anyone but me, you wouldn't be knocked up right now."

A chill sweeps over me. The air conditioner? Whatever it is, it feels strong enough to knock me over. No, break me apart, blowing pieces of me around the house. I shake my head, trying to make sense of what he's saying. Trying to swallow down the need to vomit. "How can you say that? You know I love you. I'd never. I love you, Jason."

He laughs. I used to love the sound, and now it's beating me into the ground, sounding so different from any of his laughs before. "Didn't you tell me your little boyfriend broke up with you the day before we got together? I'm sure you loved him, too. Grow up. I swear, you're so naive."

How many times have I told him I never loved Ian? The only other time I thought I was in love, I was a dumb kid ... Kid ...

This can't be happening. Jason can't be treating me this way. Not when I'm going to have our baby. A baby. I clutch my stomach. The word suddenly starts repeating over and over in my head, blurring and mixing with Jason's angry accusations until it's all I can hear or feel.

"Jesus, I'm such a fucking idiot!" He runs a hand through his hair. "How long have you known? Who told you? Figured you'd try and trap me, did you? Hate to break it to you, but it's not going to happen."

"What?" The word manages to tumble out of my mouth.

He's pacing now, and my eyes dart around the room, following him. It's a struggle when I can't stop his voice in my head or the nausea in my stomach.

Hate to break it to you, Brynn, but if you haven't been with anyone but me, you wouldn't be knocked up right now.

"This isn't a game, Brynn. This is my life. I could go to fucking jail over this shit. You have to get rid of it. I'll give you money or whatever, but you have to get rid of it."

Dizziness twists and turns around me, pulling me in, dragging me under. Jail ... Get rid of it ...

Oh, God. I'm pregnant. I'm sixteen and pregnant. He wants me to get rid of our baby. My dad will never talk to me again.

With Jason by my side, I thought it would be okay. Thought we could make it work. I'd have someone else to love.

My eyes flutter and my legs go weak. I crumple to the floor, not sure what else to do. "Shit," Jason curses from above me. An eternity later, he joins me on the floor. "Shhh, Brynn. I'm sorry. I didn't mean ... You just freaked me out. I ... Shit, baby, you can't tell anyone. I love you so much and hate to say this to you, but you can't tell anyone. You have to get rid of the baby and no one can know it's mine."

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me to his lap. God, I want to feel safe here, the way he's always made me. This is the Jason I know. The one who's calm, sweet, and loving, not this man flip-flopping between anger and affection that I'm seeing now.

"Shh ... don't cry. I'm sorry. I love you. I just ... I wanted you so much, that I couldn't stop myself from lying. One look at you and I was a goner. When I found out how old you are ... I did it for us."

You can't tell anyone ...

"I couldn't lose you, but don't you see? This is serious shit. You don't want me to go to jail for loving you, right?" His words are a blur, a muffled echo in my head.

You have to get rid of the baby and no one can know it's mine.

My mom died, and now he wants me to kill our baby. Don't know if I can do it. Baby ... Pregnant. No one can know it's mine. " What are you talking about?"

"Oh, Brynn. You're so beautiful. Stop crying. I can't handle hearing you cry. I'm so sorry, but you can't be mad at me for loving you. That's why I did it. You love me, too, don't you? If you do, you have to get rid of the baby and not tell anyone. I'll pay for it. I don't want to lose you."

If Jason can't accept what happened, how can I expect Dad to? He'll hate me. Be disappointed. He's already broken because of Mom. "I love you, too," I whisper. "But ..." I don't think I can do it. Kill my baby? Kill our baby?

"How far are you?"

"Seven weeks ..."

"It's okay. It's not a baby yet. You can do this, Brynn. Do it for us."

My stomach cramps. I just want to go to sleep. Want this to all be some kind of dream.

"I'm not mad that you knew," he continues. "People sometimes lie when they love someone so much. That's why I did it at first. We can keep on pretending like we have been. Keep being happy. I'm only twenty-three. It's not like it's that big a deal."

Twenty-three, twenty-three, twenty-three. The urge to throw up climbs into my throat again. Dizziness sweeps through me. "Jason?"

"Red, you have to trust me. It will work out. You're my beautiful. My beautiful, Red. Don't take that away from me. We'll be okay ... It's not a baby yet, anyway."

Each and every one of his words stabs into me at once. I don't know which to focus on. Can't make myself pick any. Love mixes with lies and there's a part of us inside me and he says it's not real. He wants me to get rid of it.

My body takes over and I'm scrambling away from him.

Jason walks toward me, but I can't make myself back away any more. "Don't pretend you didn't know, Brynn. How could you not? I played your game because it made you feel better, but you know who I am. You always knew how old I was. Everyone else will know it, too. They'll know you wanted to trap me. Or they'll think you lied about your age. You wanted an older guy because you were messed up after your mom died. It happens all the time." He shrugs.

"You'd tell them I lied?" He said he loves me, but now he'd tell them I wasn't honest about my age ...

It hits me, knocking the air out of me, how much I don't know this Jason, when he says, "Get rid of it and I won't have to." He's so to-the-point. So cold that I don't know if I want to keep crying or hurt him. I can't believe I fell for him.

"I hate you!" I yell. They're the most immature words in the world, but they're all I have. "I hate you, Jason!" Stumbling, I run toward the door, but he grabs my arm. A pain shoots through my stomach. My eyes water. My ears feel full, almost echoey.

"You'll break your dad's heart. He'll know his little baby is sleeping around and got knocked up. That you lied to sleep with a local baseball player. After losing your mom, can you do that to him? Everyone else will hate you for trying to trap me, too. Do you want that? Do you want everyone to know you're a slut?"

I rip my arm away from him, covering my mouth with a shaking hand. He's right. I know he's right. Everyone will hate you. Haven't I lost enough?

It'll be my word against his.

Jason ... I love him, but he never loved me. How will I tell my dad? How will I be a mom?

"Be smart, Brynn. I swear to God, you'd better be smart and get rid of it."

Ignoring his words, I run from the house. I don't remember driving home. I don't remember starting a fire in the woodstove and throwing in that stupid red dress. All I remember are his words. He doesn't love me. Never loved me. He saw someone young and naive and he used me. He wants me to kill the baby.

I know I can't, but I never get the chance anyway. The cramps start in the middle of the night. The rush of blood quickly afterward.

Dad hears me crying.

He takes me to the hospital.

His anger came the next day. The yelling, the disappointment.

He hasn't looked at me the same ever since. No one has.

Jason was right.

CHAPTER 2

Before

"So, you and your mom were close?" Jason slips his hand into mine, interlocking our fingers. My heart's mixed up, not knowing if it wants to jump for joy at the contact or break in a million pieces because he brought up Mom. It's been two months, and it feels like two decades and two seconds at the same time. How can she have been gone this long? Time feels like it's never-ending.

So many conflicting feelings, but none that I want to focus on, so I give my attention to Jason instead.

"Yeah ... she's ..." I can't bring myself to speak the word "gone." It's wrong ... bad, the worst thing she can be. "We were very close." Ugh. How can "were" suddenly be a bad word, too? "She was my best friend. Everyone loved her." I feel myself smiling, which is a miracle. I haven't smiled when it came to Mom since it happened. Dad is in his own world and even if he wasn't, I'm not sure I could go there with him.

Ian, my ex-boyfriend, doesn't understand. He's too busy with sports and having fun to take time to care about much.

Ellie and Diana try, but they don't understand, either. When you haven't experienced it, it's easy to think you fully get it, but you don't. It's hard with them, because they knew her so well. They loved her so much. Not nearly as much as me, but as much as best friends can love another mom. She had that kind of power, though. My friends were jealous she was my mom.

Maybe that's why I can't talk to them about it — she was the one thing I had that they didn't, and in the blink of an eye, she was taken away from me.

My chest starts aching again.

"I'm sorry." Jason uses his other hand and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. "It's so hard to lose someone close to you. I lost my grandma. When I was young, I always wanted to be at her house because it was calm there. I could be happy. She was more like a mom than mine is — I loved her more than anyone else. Nothing's been the same since she's been gone. Just another thing we have in common." He gently squeezes my hand.

"Just another thing," I repeat. Jason knows what I'm going through because he's lived through losing someone he loves. I hate feeling comfort in that, because it means he lost his grandma, but he makes it so I don't feel alone.

"We can talk about her if you want. Or we don't have to. It's up to you. I don't want to push you, but I want to be here for you, too."

That's exactly what I need. Everyone else tells me how to feel. But Jason lets me go at my pace. Feel what I feel and talk when I want to talk. It's like he's filled a void inside me I never thought would be filled again. Makes me feel when I never thought I would want to feel again.


(Continues...)

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