Rising From The Grave As A Queen

on my own tombstone when a ha

s Cla

bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't wa

e had said over the p

ve, he dropped his cheap

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dn't bu

g a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarde

ly turned to that fam

f faking my dea

for putting the fami

y arm, intending to drag me b

me," he spat. "You o

de a fata

y Dillard, the soft girl who cr

ar waiting at the curb, or

ld graze my coat, a hand mad

most feared Capo in Chi

hispered, his voice promising v

or draining the colo

k from the dead t

ack to b

pte

chards

cription on my own tombstone when a hand

same one who had left me to ble

eezing under my g

ore expensive than anything my father had e

es Ivy

ed Da

shed

with gold paint that mocked me a

almos

, mourning a girl they had discarded like a

versized frames

shed stone showed a woman

frantic girl who cried w

cago Outfit. She was married to a man whose name made grown men cross the stre

use

ce was

st my spine like

ately. I let the silence st

damp earth mixed with the cl

e and de

layton Greene dropped th

lilies hit the grass

ce wen

ight he left me in the wreckage. Ha

air gelled into submissio

vy

name like he wa

color of ash. "You

sinking slightly into the

linch. I d

w, steady rhythm that Coll

my voice smooth and devoid of t

e stone. "It say

k a stumbli

ridge the gap between the memory of the bloody girl he

d on the word.

g my head sharply. "You buri

the plastic flo

m at a gas station. Even in death,

Clayton," I said, brushing a speck

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