In the Light of Day
KA Graham
Contents
IN THE LIGHT OF DAY
Copyright 2019 KA Graham
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Cover Image: Deposit Photo
Edited by: Emily Maynard & Barb Shuler
Formatted by: Tattered Quill Designs
Other books by KA Graham
Through The Eyes of Madness
(co-written with Barb Shuler)
A Dark Suspenseful Psychological Thriller
Cooking With love (Shaded With Love Volume 6)
(co-authored)
Covers/Pages Design by: Jessica Hildreth
This coloring book, featuring 100 designs and recipes inspired by your favorite authors, bloggers & Editors.
The Sparrow and The Raven
Dark Romance
Escape The Night (The Sparrow and The Raven novella)
Dark Psychological Romance
To Morgan ~ The peanut to my jelly. We've weathered some shitastic storms together. I love you, Peanut.
Acknowledgments
To my parents~ I love you both, always and forever. The best of the best. Your support and love is more than I could ever ask for. You're my ray of sunshine on the darkest of days.
To my twin sister from another mister, MC. Thank you for your help, friendship and badassery.
To my beta readers ~ Brandi Harvey, Hannah Wolverson, Emily Maynard, Morgan Terry, and Kelly White. Thank you for your ideas and input. Love you ladies to the moon and back.
To Hannah Wolverson ~ My go-to gal. Thank you for all your help, feedback, and friendship. You're a true rockstar and my wicked sister. Quinn loves you forever.
To Chris Kendrix ~ My dude! Thanks for all the support you give me and my writing, and always pushing me to get my crazy stories out.
To all the bloggers and readers ~ None of this would be possible without your support and love. Thank you!
To Barb Shuler and Paging Through The Days ~ for release promotions. Thank you for all your hard work and time put in. Me loves you!
To Tattered Quill Designs (Annie Anderson) for formatting. Thank you for always making my mess of words look pretty.
Reader Warning
This book contains adult situations (including sexual situations, mental illness, alcohol abuse, and physical and mental abuse) that may not be suitable for all audiences. You've been kindly forewarned!
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In The Light of Day
There's darkness in all of us.
Micah
I'm a nobody. An outcast. A shadow. I never aligned with the jocks and their fake Barbie girlfriends, not that I wanted to. Being invisible worked for me until he showed up.
He showed me a path I never intended to walk, and I slid into his life easily. Too easily. Now that the devil has embraced me, I crave the heat of his flames.
Quinn
She doesn't think I see her. She's wrong. She's all I see. My dark angel. We're more alike than she could ever imagine. Soon I will make her mine.
I was always good at playing the part of the jock that everyone worships. In reality, I'm the devil with no remorse. It's time to free my soul and rid myself of the rodents.
H appy sweet sixteen, Kit Kat. We love you to the moon and back.
My mom hugs me as my dad looks on. Her grip is so tight that I swear my ribs are cracking. The woman is extraordinarily strong for her age. Every year on my birthday its the same routine. Dinner at Little Sharkys Seafood Hut, an ice cream cake from Paulas Sweet Delights, and a gift card to Dark and Devious Clothing Co. Its a huge thing for both my parents because it means they get me out of the house. Specifically, out of my room, where I spend most of my time.
Thanks, guys, and I love you too. Now let go of me before you kill me. I cant breathe.
I give my best fake smile because I know itll make them happy. Ive had social anxiety since I was a kid, and just the thought of stepping out of my comfort zone makes me want to run into my closet and hide from the world and all the assholes in it.
Luckily for me and everyone in the vicinity, tonight went off without a hitch, or a sudden panic attack by yours truly. I bid farewell to my parents, retreating to my room. After taking my Xanax and Paxil, I start the ritual of calming myself, for whats sure to be another eventful day at the dreaded center of hell. Deer Creek High School.
Why me? What have I ever done to anyone? Its not like I sacrifice puppies to the demon in my closet.
No, but its been whispered a time or two from the jocks and their leeches. I've been called a witch, a demon, and any other dark force you can think of. Ironically, that shit scares me to death. Real-life is a horror show as it is; I don't need the added stress of watching some dumb blonde get attacked by a crazed maniac wielding a knife.
Kit Kat, get some sleep, baby girl. Things arent always as bad as they seem. Tomorrow is a new day, full of new opportunities.
My mom has always been the optimistic one of the family. She tries her best to understand what I go through, but if youve never been there, you have no clue. My dad, on the other hand, knows all too well. He too suffers from anxiety, but as an adult, has learned to control it. Hes into all the naturopathic methods and hippy bullshit. Seems to work for him, but it just makes my head hurt worse. The smell of lavender and peppermint is vomit inducing to me.
To say high school is hell would be an understatement. Being an outcast is exactly what it sounds like. Every day is a new kind of torture brought upon me by the glorious bastards of Deer Park High School. My wish still hasnt come true, but Ill keep hoping that I wake up one day and the bitch has burned to the ground.
Quinn
Today I finally made my move and talked to her. Micah. Just saying her name gets me hard. Yeah, I know, Im a sick asshole. Playing the part of the clean-cut, jock heartthrob is exhausting and disgusting, but these rodents eat it up. Day after day. If they only knew Ive repeatedly imagined them burning to death, as I stand laughing at their demise. Would they still worship me then?
Quinn, are you coming, baby? With that, Micah walks away, thanking me for helping her with her jammed locker. I can't help but stare at her ass. Asshole. That's me.
Stacey is rubbing my arm, and I swear I can hear her purring. I bet if I wanted to fuck her right here and now, shed pull that flimsy skirt of hers up and let me take her against the lockers.