Read Online White Trash Damaged by Teresa Mummert - Free Book Online

across from the mall and across the highway was a local grocery store. Stepping inside the store, I grabbed the circular off the stand as I made my wayto aisle one, eyeballing the coupons and trying to remember how much money remained in my bank account.
    I made my way up and down the aisles as I daydreamed about Tucker’s performance last night. I couldn’t imagine how it must feel to pour your heart out on paper and perform it for the world. It was amazing to watch him light up on stage.
    “Damaged girl,” a voice called from behind me, shaking me from my thoughts. I spun around to see the lead singer of Filth standing in front of me, looking surprisingly normal.
    “That’s me, I guess.”
    “I’m Sarah.” She grabbed a box of Lucky Charms from the shelf and tossed it in her cart.
    “Cass.” I smiled as I chewed nervously on my lip.
    “I heard about what you did last night with that groupie. Cool move. It is so hard to find people you can trust in this business.”
    I smiled, grateful that at least someone knew I was looking out for the guys. “I can imagine.”
    She began to push her cart by me and I followed, scanning the shelves for anything I thought the guys might like.
    “Sitting on that bus is gonna get boring.” She glanced back over her shoulder at me and I nodded.
    “I’ll find something to keep myself occupied.” I shrugged as I looked at boxes of instant oatmeal and read over the flavors.
    “Just keep your distance from the groupies. I know youprobably learned your lesson last night.” She laughed. “They will do whatever they can to break up your relationship and take your place.”
    “I’m not worried about Tucker.”
    “Good. Trust is important. He’s a good guy. Here.” She tossed a box of fruit snacks in my cart. “That is the key to Eric’s heart.” She winked, and I couldn’t help but smile genuinely in gratitude.
    “You two?”
    “No. It’s not like that. I mean, he’s nice. . . .” Her voice trailed off.
    “Ha! Are we talking about the same guy?”
    “I know how he seems to everyone else, but . . . I don’t know. I’ve only talked to him a handful of times, but he is sweet, ya know? There’s more going on there than he lets on.”
    “If you say so.”
    “I mean, I don’t let him talk shit. I stand up for myself, and I think he digs that. I put a stop to the ‘that’s what she said’ bullshit real fast.”
    “What does that even mean?” I laughed as we turned the corner to the next aisle.
    “I don’t know. It’s stupid. You have to be tough when you’re stuck around a bunch of guys all the time.”
    We had reached the school supplies and paper products. Sarah picked up a spiral notebook and examined the cover.
    “I need a new book to write in.” She considered it quietlyfor a moment before tossing it in her cart. “What is it you do, Cass?”
    “Huh?” I looked at her, confused.
    “Or want to do? You know, what’s your jam, what’s your identity? Sing? Cook? Rock climb? Cage fight?” She elbowed me, and I laughed. “I know being on the road doesn’t really give you the chance to hold down a steady career, but there’s gotta be something you love to do besides sit around in that trailer waiting for Tucker all day?”
    “I’m not really sure.” I grabbed a notebook off the stack, wondering if Tucker would like it. I hadn’t really thought about what I wanted to do. . . . All I’d wanted was an escape . . . and to be with Tucker and support him. But I hadn’t yet considered my own passions and dreams.
    “That’s cute. You should get that one. Use it for a diary.”
    “Oh, I don’t keep a diary.” I tossed the book back on the stack. Sarah grabbed it.
    “You have to get your thoughts out somehow. My head would explode if I didn’t write songs or poetry.” She smiled as she held it out to me. I hesitated, but I realized it might be nice to get my feelings down on paper at times when Tuck wasn’t there to talk to. Music