Table of Contents
Title Page
Dedications & Acknowledgments
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Epilogue
Thank You
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REMINGTON’S SKY
By
LaShawn Vasser
REMINGTON’S SKY © 2018 LaShawn Vasser
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WARNING
This novel is considered romantic fiction with erotic elements or erotica. This is for mature audiences only. This book contains profane adult language, mild violence, and strong sexual content.
Dedications & Acknowledgments
THANK YOU to all of the readers who have come along with me on this incredible journey!
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Prologue
“It’s not safe.”
“You won’t change my mind.” Charlie Kneeland was defiant.
“Why are you so stubborn? You can’t go sneaking around in the wee hours of the morning by yourself.” Yolanda whisper-yelled, as her eyes flitted from the open bedroom door to Charlie. It was obvious her words were falling on deaf ears. Her being Yolanda Garcia, the daughter of Charlie’s mother’s live-in house manager. Yolanda also sometimes doubled as Charlie’s best-friend and pretend older sibling–although only by two years.
How ironic, Charlie thought, glancing around at her bubble-gum pink walls, the extra-large canopy bed draped in white lace with the fluffy pink and white comforter to match, a room fit for a princess. She smiled sadly as her dolls sat on the shelves watching her every move. They had seen it all. Fortunately, this time Charlie’s absolute favorite toy–La La was face down and placed innocently in the center of her bed unable to take in the scene. While it was true her room had all the frills meant for a princess, there was just one problem . . .
Charlie wasn’t a princess.
To an outsider, she had way more things than she needed. And Charlie knew it was true. She would probably have appreciated her room more if the décor hadn’t been about a magazine shoot to gin up publicity for her mom’s movie. It had nothing to do with her. And those people never had to witness the horrors that had occurred in her room over the past few years. So, to the unsuspecting person, it was every little girl's dream. Angrily, Charlie brought a cigarette up to her lips and lit it.
She hated her room. She hated everything about it. “Can you open my bay windows? It’s a beautiful night. I love the way the moon shines in through it.”
Yolanda ignored her. “So, you’re smoking now!? It’s not even the vapor kind. You’re only twelve, Charlie. Those things are going to for sure give you cancer.”
Charlie shrugged and pushed herself off the door. She walked over and pushed the windows open herself. They were large, more like French doors than windows. “I’m glad you’re concerned, but it’s not necessary. I can take care of myself. I have been doing it for a long time.”
Yolanda stomped over to Charlie and got in her face. “Not if you’re smoking, knowing it’s bad for you.” Yolanda snatched the little white stick out of Charlie’s tiny hand and stalked away. The next thing Charlie heard was the toilet flush. Yolanda had disposed of them. “What is wrong with you? Is this why you got kicked out of school earlier this week? For smoking?”
Charlie fell back onto her bed. Her long, glossy blonde hair fanned out over it. She stared up at her canopy and reached for La La. She held the doll tight to her chest. “No. I got kicked out of school because they found alcohol in my things.”
“Charlie! You’re smoking and drinking too? What kind of school is this? I thought it was one of the best.”
“It is. The best money can buy, and that includes drugs and alcohol.”
“This is so unlike you. Ma Ma says your grades are falling too. I don’t understand. What’s going on?” Disappointed, Yolanda sat down next to her. It was then she noticed that Charlie’s eyes had closed and tears were leaking down the sides.
“It wasn’t mine. I don’t drink or do drugs. I don’t know who put it there, but I’m glad. I hated that place. The problem is, I hate this place too.”
“You don’t mean that. But, I have to be honest. I never understood why your parents sent you to that school anyway?”
Charlie lifted her head off the mattress and cracked one eye open. “Other than the obvious?”
“What do you mean?”
“My family is not like yours. Your parents actually like you. My mom and dad are too busy to know I even exist. But, to answer your question, I caught Kane cheating on my mom with her assistant. Showed her the pictures and everything. Next thing I knew I was being shipped off to a boarding school. I should have sent the nudies to that gossip rag TNZ
