Comforting Lie
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two

A closer peek at the plot

Aaron closed his eyes and ran a tired hand across his face, hoping that the motion would bring about some idea of what he could say to straighten things out. Unfortunately, he still didn't know where to begin. He didn't know exactly what had brought him to the point of half-assing his character. He only knew what point he had finally arrived at, and so he decided to start there.

"I can't do it anymore."

When Cal furrowed his brow in concern, though, Aaron knew that wasn't near enough.

"What can't you do? The musical?"

Aaron's laugh was too bitter for a man of eighteen years. "No, not that. It has nothing to do with the musical."

Cal abandoned his authoritative tone for once and chuckled. "No, I didn't think it did. So what's this about, then?"

Aaron heaved a sigh, knowing internally that there weren't enough sighs in the world to prepare him to tell this particular story. "My brother. It's about my brother."

"The Backstreet Boy?"

He nodded. "Yeah, the Backstreet Boy." Of course, after the title came the natural pause, and he had to correct himself. "Well, the former Backstreet Boy. Unfortunately, the damn group isn't together anymore, so I'm the only one left to deal with him."

Cal asked even though he already knew the answer. "And why do you have to deal with him?"

Aaron threw his arms up in despair. "Because he's living in my fucking house, with my fucking roommates, screwing up my fucking life because he can't take care of himself!" He sighed again and shook his head as though not even he could believe the mess that had arisen. "I honestly thought we could make him better. I thought that, between Cara and Theresa, something would happen to where he could straighten himself out. I thought he could solve these problems he's had since that fucking group dissolved. And it was better for awhile, but now he's just getting worse, and I honestly don't think we can help him anymore. I think he's beyond help." He laughed again, the bitter laugh that would've made Cara's skin crawl. "Hell, I know he's beyond my help. He's been beyond my help for the past five years. I really did think that Cara and Terry had a good shot with him, though."

Cal's eyebrow rose. "And why would they have a good shot with him?"

For the first time all day, Aaron's face showed the first traces of a small smile. "Because they had a damn good shot with me."

Excerpt taken from Chapter Nineteen.