Ya Ya's Little Rock Novels & Stories

HER ROCK Chapter 1 Ella's POV: Lonely is a word I could use to describe myself. Sure I have friends, well if you could even call them that, more like acquaintances. But that's all they are. I don't like to hang out or go to after school games or events. I would rather be alone at home in my room reading or watching Netflix. When my friends ask to hang out, which is very rare, I make up some lame excuse so I don't have to.

My wife, Stella Bentley, was a talented artist who had always been emotionally distant. It took me five long years to finally make her my wife. To be with her, I turned my back on my parents and my family, giving up everything I had to follow her to Varenne. During the day, I washed dishes in the kitchen of a fine dining restaurant. At night, I worked at a bar. I survived on three or four hours of sleep a day, all so I could afford Stella's art supplies and help her open her own studio. But on the day of our seventh anniversary, I decided to divorce her. My personal attorney, Gregory Hicks, had been my friend since childhood. His family had practiced law for generations, with several gen

FLASHBACK FIVE YEARS AGO ~ NIGHT ~ ~ LAKE VIEW BEACH ~ A young-looking June stood in front of the beach, she had walked up to this part of the beach this late in the night because she knew no one would be there by this time and no one would stop her from doing what she needed to do. The snow was falling, the air was chilling and the water was cold, it was just the right temperature, she walked into the water with both tears dripping from her eyes and melting into her skin, with each step she felt no regret as she pulled off her jacket, her cloth, and underwear until she was naked.

A horde of ‘tweens almost trample me. Yup. Shit just got real. The situation is more terrifying than when I went to the opening night of the final Twilight movie. I thought those little bitches were scary but they don’t hold a candle to this crowd. There is nobody to blame but me. I am desperate enough to confront my ex, the lead singer of Pieces of Abel, at Oklahoma’s largest rock festival of the year, Rocklahoma. Sucks when I’m the cause of my misery.