"What have you done with my underwear?" Her father's growl spilled into the kitchen, snuck under the refrigerator door, and bounced around the hot dogs.
It was no wonder her night terrors had returned full force. Acquiring a stalker, Trey breaking up with her, and her parents announcing their divorce—yup, sucky pretty much covered it. And she'd had some pretty sucky days lately, too. Today had to be the suckiest day of her life. She swallowed a lump of raw emotion and refused to cry. Not that it would go on much longer, she thought as the mist of the fridge seeped out the door. In fact, it was so not funny she wished she could crawl in beside the mustard and moldy hot dogs, shut the door, and not hear the angry voices spewing from the living room. No, it wasn't, Kylie Galen thought as she leaned into the refrigerator to find something to drink.
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