When Jambi gave me the title: Walk This Way and then the characters first names : Shawn & Cory, I had the basis of my story. Then Z wanted emo/goth with just a little bit of cross-dressing thrown in... so now I had some more to my basis... here is a sneak peek:- just remember this has not been beta read so it will be full of mistakes
Sneak Peek.
For Jambi, who gave me the
inspiration, the title, and the character’s first names. Without you I wouldn’t
have a book.
For Z for wanting a little bit of emo/goth.
And to the band Good Charlotte whose
chorus in ‘Last Night’ gave me the
idea for the opening scene. You guys totally rock.
Chapter One
Boomp-boomp-boomp-boomp,
Shawn Masters slowly opened his eyes and realised the pounding noise he could
hear was all in his head. Everything looked so fucking bright that he had to
slam his eyes closed again. His mouth tasted like someone had dumped and ashtray
in it, which was odd considering he didn’t even smoke. His body was one huge-arse
ball of achiness. Once again he attempted to open his eyes and face the day to
come. Lifting his had to wipe the sleep from his eyes he stopped and stared at
the leather studded wrist band he was wearing. “What the fuck?”
Sitting
up, he looked around and got a few even bigger shocks. One: he didn’t recognise
a damn thing, so where the hell was he? Two: he was completely naked except of
course for the studded wristband, and what he assumed was a studded collar of
some kind and on his feet were the fucking scariest looking pair of stilettos
he had ever seen. They were dangerous they could almost be classed as lethal
weapons. What the hell were they doing on his feet? Where the hell had they
come from?
Shawn
moved enough so he could sit in the edge of the bed. Leaning down he unbuckled
the monstrosities from his feet; lifting one up he studied the shoe: it was a
platform stilettos with what appeared to be a wolf’s mouth with sharp vicious
looking teeth and tongue, the things had so many studs on them he would have
set of every metal detector within a hundred foot radius and for some odd
reason there was two cherries on the top of each shoe which could have
represented the eyes of the wolf. If he had to say what animal the shoe
resembled the most, he would have to put it down to the hounds of hell.
As
his gaze skimmed over the room trying to recall anything to tell him where
exactly he was he stopped on something on the one small table in the room.
Testing whether or not he could walk without wanting to throw up was not as
easy as it sounded. As it was his stomach felt like someone had magically put
an agitator out of a washing machine inside him; just so everything inside him
got nice and stirred up.
“Fuck!”
this would have to be the butt-ugliest room he had ever been in the walls
looked like they were at once upon a time have been painted orange and now they
just look yuck. The bedspread were hideous, they probably had been bought back
in the sixties and had never been renewed. They hurt his eyes just looking at
them.
Taking
a deep breath he pushed himself to his feet and unsteadily walked across the
room. Written on the chipped and cracked Formica surface in some sort of black makeup
were five words: Thanks I’ll call you, C.
the whole thing was outlined in a heart. “What the fuck? Who the hell is C?”
Making
his way to the only door the room held besides the front door. Shawn found
himself in the bathroom which was no bigger than a broom closet. As he stood in
front of and relieved himself he saw his clothes neatly folded on the sink.
Above it on the mirror were more words written in the same black: You were the
best. And below it was a black lipstick kiss.
Frowning
at his reflection in the mirror Shawn hissed as his jeans settled into place,
man, he was tender back there. Had he fallen on his arse and done some damage,
hopefully whatever he had hurt would heal quickly. Especially seeing as for his
job most of his day was spent sitting.
