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    Her Truth
    Her Truth
    Her Truth
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    Her Truth

    By Brittany Mask

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    Kendall Lancaster and Aaron Phillips have been friends throughout their childhood, but different colleges proved to be the downfall of their in-separability. After ten years, the death of Kendall's father brings the two friends back together. As Kendall struggles with her stubbornness and willingness to forgive, Aaron struggles with his feeling between his wife and Kendall. The two not only have to face each other, and their underlying feelings, but also the revolution of a well-kept childhood trauma.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPage Publishing, Inc.
    Release dateDec 7, 2021
    ISBN9781662421921
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      Her Truth - Brittany Mask

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      Her Truth

      Brittany Mask

      Copyright © 2021 Brittany Mask

      All rights reserved

      First Edition

      PAGE PUBLISHING

      Conneaut Lake, PA

      First originally published by Page Publishing 2021

      ISBN 978-1-6624-2191-4 (pbk)

      ISBN 978-1-6624-2192-1 (digital)

      Printed in the United States of America

      Table of Contents

      Summer 1993

      Kendall

      Fourth Grade, 1994

      Kendall

      July 28, 2002

      Ninth Grade

      Aaron

      Sophomore year, Christmas Break 2003

      Eighth Grade, 1998

      Kendall

      Tenth Grade, 2000

      Aaron

      College, 2004

      Kendall

      College, 2005

      Aaron

      College Freshman Year, March 2003

      Aaron

      Tenth Grade, 2000

      Kendall

      Her Truth

      Summer 1993

      Kendall

      Eight Years Old

      Most of the time Aaron and I would be laughing at people walking down the street or at funny cars we saw, but the car ride was unusually quiet. I was deep in thought, not knowing what to expect when we got to my mother's. Aaron tried a couple of times to cheer me up, but after a light chuckle and no jokes quickly spat back, he decided it was best to leave me be.

      You okay, Doll? my dad asked, stroking my hair as I watched the scenery pass.

      I nodded my head, not changing my position.

      We're going to have a good summer, Kendall, Aaron tried to soothe from the back seat.

      I gave a slight smile before saying, I hope so.

      My dad removed his hand and sighed before the car went back to silence.

      Aaron had asked his mom and dad if he could go with me to my mother's house for that summer right after the last day of school. His parents agreed because it would not be that far away. They said that it would be good for him to get out of the house and agreed that it would be better for us to play together over the summer. My mother lived in the next town over in Awanaville, Tennessee. I could never say the name of the town correctly. I would always call it Annawannaville. My dad would always shake his head while trying to correct me multiple times before laughing and giving up.

      It was two days into Aaron and I starting our summer at my mother's. To my surprise, he and I were having a blast. My mother had a lot of board games, two dogs, and a huge backyard, so it was not hard for us to find something to do. My mother let us camp in the backyard the night of the second day. We told scary stories and found funny shapes in the stars. Gurdie, my mother's Saint Bernard, would occasionally scare us from barking as we told our scary stories. My mother made us keep her outside with us. For protection, was what she said. I didn't understand why. There was literally nobody outside after the streetlights came on.

      I'm not sure what time Aaron and I went to sleep; however, waking up was more shocking than pleasant. Our tent had been knocked over, and we were being soaked with a water hose.

      What the hell! Aaron was on his feet, screaming, before I realized what was going on.

      When I finally was able to make out the hose and who was holding it, I froze. I could not move. I couldn't even scream, Stop. He continued to hold the water on me until Aaron pulled me off the ground.

      What's your problem? he asked.

      Aaron pushed me behind him as he stepped up to challenge. Our tormentor laughed as he threw the hose on the ground.

      Just having a little fun.

      He walked into the house, taking Gurdie with him. I ran to turn off the hose that was left on.

      Who was that?

      Aaron was picking the tent up.

      My brother. My mom is going to be mad that we're all wet. I picked the sleeping bag up. And my sleeping bags too? I sat on the ground, on the brink of tears.

      Why would she be mad at us? It's not our fault. We will just tell her what happened.

      My eyes got big as I jumped up.

      No! We can't! I scrambled to get everything together. It will be worse. Just let it…

      Are you two, um, what in the world? I dropped everything as my mother entered the backyard. Why are you wet? I looked past my mother and saw my brother standing by the back door. Kendall, you answer me, she demanded.

      Well, um, um, I started trying to think of a lie.

      You better spit it out.

      It was her brother, Aaron said, coming to stand next to me.

      No, I whispered in his ear.

      He continued, We got woken up by him spraying us with the water hose.

      She stood there for a moment, I assume processing her surroundings.

      Levi, get out here! She did not even turn around to see that he was already standing in the door. It was like she just knew he was there, lurking. He stepped out, never taking his eyes off me. Did you do this?

      She never looked at Levi as she continued to process the soaked yard and mangled tent. He sucked his teeth.

      Man, I was just playing with them.

      Her eyes darted to him, causing her focus to finally detour from the scene.

      Playing? They are soaked! She pointed at us. I moved a little behind Aaron to avoid Levi's piercing scold then followed my mother's point. What have I told you about messing with your sister? She is not a ragdoll nor a plaything you can just toss around. You two go dry off. Levi, clean this up, and I mean every bit of it.

      We ran inside to my room without saying anything. Aaron got a pair of dry clothes and went to the bathroom that was across the hall from my room. I heard the shower come on and sat in the middle of the floor. I could not hold back the tears. I could only imagine my punishment.

      My back was facing the door as I looked through my drawers for a fresh pair of clothes. I felt a pair of eyes watching me, and I assumed it was Aaron because I heard the shower turn off.

      I quickly dried my face and asked without turning around, What do you want to eat? I think my mom has Apple Jacks.

      You know what I want, sounded like a loudspeaker went off in my ears.

      I dropped the two shirts that I was holding, quickly closed the drawer, and turned around. Levi was standing in front of my door, which he had closed behind him.

      Levi, please, I begged. He doesn't know. I promise it won't happen again.

      I tried to back up as he moved closer, but I quickly realized that my attempts were in vain. There was nowhere to go. My dresser sat in a nice little nook, in between two walls; it made my room look less cluttered and bigger than it actually was. It also gave Levi the corner that he needed to trap me.

      I know it won't. A grin spread across his face as he unbuckled his pants. And just to make sure it won't happen again, I want you to taste the consequences. He pulled the front of his pants down, exposing himself. Literally.

      His grin widened into a smile as tears welled up in my eyes again.

      I shook my head and pleaded, Please don't make me do this.

      I could still taste the salty flesh from the last time.

      It's only fair, right? was his response.

      Standing straight up, I stood right under his chest; therefore, it took almost nothing for him to be able to push me down to pelvis height. I cried, wishing somebody would walk in before this thing entered my mouth. My prayers went unanswered. I gagged as it touched my tongue. The doorknob turned, but the door didn't open. Then there was a knock.

      Ken, why you lock the door?

      Levi pushed me back, causing me to hit my head on the dresser, and quickly fixed his clothes. He laughed as he walked over to the door, putting a finger over his lips, motioning for me to keep quiet. He opened the door and walked past Aaron without saying anything. Aaron stood at the door, confused

      What's going on? he asked.

      Kendall

      2015

      May 15, 2002

      Dear Lizzie,

      Today is the day! Aaron and I are starting our adult lives. That's right! It's graduation day! I cannot wait to see what the rest of life has for us. I know it's going to be hard because we are going to different colleges, but I don't believe that that will change anything…

      I sit in my old room at my father's house, reading an old diary entry. It seems like I wrote this just yesterday. A tear forms in my eye as I think of my old friend.

      What happened to us? escapes my lips softly.

      I close the book and look around the stale room. The Nelly and Justin Timberlake posters hanging on my wall over my desk made me chuckle. Obsessed was not the word for my addiction to these two men. I look at the boxes of sneakers that

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