The Inmate Freida Mcfadden Quotes

Sometimes people do exactly what you think they’re going to do, and they still manage to disappoint you.

I look like I’m in college, and I feel like I’m fifty. Story of my life.

If someone truly wants to reach you, there’s always a way.

I had to do what I did. After all, I would do anything for my mom.

My mother would say that boys don’t do anything nice for you if they’re not expecting something in return.

I don’t quite understand how you can love somebody so much, yet so frequently want to throttle them.

I love you, Brooke. That was what he said to me just a few hours before he tried to kill me.

Ugly men are good in bed, you know.

After all, ten years ago, he saved my life.

Hey, it’s Tim Reese. I got your number from the parent directory. Hope that’s not too creepy.

I love you too,” I breathe. He leans in toward me. “And I’m going to show you how much.” And he does.

Does Tim have a mannequin wrapped in a tarp in his basement? Don’t kid yourself, Brooke. You know exactly what you’re looking at. Her scarf is lying on the coffee table upstairs.

Sometimes people do exactly what you think they’re going to do, and they still manage to disappoint you

After all, he had been deprived of this for ten years. You can’t say no to giving a glass of water to a guy who has been lost in the desert for ten years.

love your aftershave,” I murmur. “It’s sandalwood scented.” I frown. “What’s sandalwood?” “I don’t know. The wood you make sandals from?” “So basically, you smell like feet?” He laughs. “Hey, you’re the weirdo who likes it…

I have eaten nothing but chicken. From a bucket with a smiling colonel on the side of it.

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Well, why not?” She blinks at me. “Is he ugly? Ugly men are good in bed, you know.

when you look at the sky at night, you can make out the individual constellations, instead of just a few random dots of light that are probably just airplanes.

close my eyes and I can still see his ruggedly handsome face. His eyes looking into mine. I love you, Brooke. That was what he said to me just a few hours before he tried to kill me. And that’s not even the worst thing he did.

Oh God. I had a feeling when I hired this woman that she was going to be a bit of a yenta.

After you have had sex with your boyfriend for the first time, the absolute last thing you want to hear him say is, “Shit.” Well, maybe “I have herpes” would be slightly higher on the list, but this isn’t good either.

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Tim admitted he was in the same boat, and then he came up with the brilliant idea: We should practice on each other!

look like I’m in college, and I feel like I’m fifty. Story of my life.

Listen, I know Shane is your boyfriend, and you and Tim go way back, but look at what happened. There is nobody else here. It had to have been one of them.

One story mentions she has a boyfriend,

As soon as I enter, I identify an unpleasant musty odor that wasn’t here the last time I retrieved a bottle of wine from the basement—he’s probably growing mold down here.

Does Tim have a mannequin wrapped in a tarp in his basement?

Maybe because this isn’t the first girl he’s gone out with who suddenly vanished.

And when I come downstairs and Josh sees me, his eyes turn into saucers. “Mom,” he says, “you look pretty.

Shane was behind bars at that point, for the rest of his life. There was no way he could get to me. I was safe from that man. And I still am.

Still, kids change after they grow up. Will I know him when he’s thirty as well as I know him at age ten?

It’s because of one of the inmates in this prison. Someone I knew a long time ago, who I am not eager to see ever again.

The other children will love him, even if he was born out of wedlock. It was absolutely the right decision to move here.

I should have known he would react this way. But it’s still hard to watch. Sometimes people do exactly what you think they’re going to do, and they still manage to disappoint you.

Shane and I ended up having sex last night.

His body is half-covered with snow and ice, and his face is bloody. There’s a gash on his forehead much bigger than the one I sewed up all those months ago. And his eyes are open and not blinking.

I just… I’m crazy about you, Brooke.

As the prison doors slam shut behind me, I question every decision I’ve ever made in my life.

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E sapatos de salto agulha que poderiam ser usados para arrancar os olhos de alguém.

And it’s only when I’m in Tim’s arms that I notice another smell. Something extremely familiar, but not nearly as pleasant as garlic and butter. It’s sandalwood.

He’s not thinking anymore about how when we’re married, we’re going to build a giant two-story dog house in the backyard. Which is fine. A dog house that big wasn’t practical, anyway.

Come on—this is the second floor. Who am I—Spider-Man?

If it were socially acceptable, Josh would hide between my legs. But he’s ten years old, so instead, he is standing close to me, his fingers clinging to my shirt sleeve,

one of the many responsibilities that fall squarely on me as the only adult in the household.

But you heard what Shane said about the power lines…” “Or maybe he doesn’t want us to leave. Did you think of that?” Yes, I did think of that. But it still makes sense. I’m not excited to wander out in the mess outside, especially without proper footwear. Isn’t that how people get frostbite?

I don’t know,” he admits. “But whatever you decide to do, I’ll support you.” My mouth falls open slightly. I look into his eyes, and I can tell he means it. Shane has plans for the future too. He’s hoping for a football scholarship to college, so he can have a better life than the one he grew up with. Those eight words are capable of destroying all his plans. Whatever you decide to do, I’ll support you. But he said it anyway. At that moment, I know I chose the right guy to lose my virginity to.

Even though I’m still freaking out about it, I force myself to calm down. Shane is right. It was just one time and the chances are small that I got knocked up. And if I somehow did, he will support me. No matter what I decide.

For a long time, I felt only one emotion for this man. Hatred. I hated him for what he tried to do to me. I hated him for what he did to my friends. I hated him for knocking me up and leaving me to deal with the consequences all by myself. I hated him for not even having the guts to admit what he did and for making me get on the stand during a grueling trial to relive every moment.

Thanks, Brooke.” His eyes stay trained on mine. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.” “No problem.” I somehow manage to rip my gaze away from his. But as I walk out of the room, my sensible flats clacking against the linoleum floor, I can feel him watching me.

He didn’t mean to scare me? Does he have a clue how scary he is? I can’t imagine what it’s like for Shane to deal with this guy every single day of his life.

I tug on the cloth until it comes free. That’s when I realize it wasn’t a cloth at all. It’s a green silk scarf, which had blended into the fabric of his green sofa. Whose silk scarf is this? It sure as hell doesn’t belong to Tim. I bring the fabric close to my nose, inhaling the scent of a woman’s perfume. The smell is vaguely familiar

Brooke?” Tim knocks gently on the bathroom door. “Are you okay?

Tim is in love with me.

No!” Tim’s face is turning red. “I told you, it was just two dates.

I crane my neck to look up at Hunt’s face. Whatever else I can say, I don’t think he’s making this up. He seems to really believe it. But the question is, do I believe it?

But that’s silly. There was nothing to be afraid of. Shane was behind bars at that point, for the rest of his life. There was no way he could get to me. I was safe from that man. And I still am.

You were right, Brooke.” “I was? About what?” “He is a good kid.” With those words, Tim turns around and starts on the path back to his own house.

He says it almost like he’s trying to impress me, the way he used to when he would throw a pass across the football field and look in my direction to make sure I saw it.

Do they really think he’s that dangerous? The only other guy I’ve seen in the last few days who was shackled like this had an angry sneer and hate symbols tattooed all over his face.

He squeezes my hand in his. “I love you, Brooke.” It takes me a moment to realize what he’s said. He hasn’t told me he “lopes” me like he usually does. He said he loves me. He loves me.

When I was a kid,” Shane speaks up, “I used to love peanut butter on Ritz crackers.

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I’d say it means that whoever did this planned it in advance and got rid of all the other weapons in the house.” “Tim.” I feel like I’m choking. “What are you saying?” “I think you know exactly what I’m saying, Brooke.

I love you, Brooke,” he murmurs in my ear. Since the first night he said it to me, we have opened up the floodgates. He loves telling me he loves me. And I can’t say I don’t love being loved. “I love you too.

Shane hadn’t been the one who tried to strangle me that night. It was Tim. He was the one twisted enough to try to kill me with the very necklace he bought me. And then he saved it for an entire decade. Waiting for the right moment to use it against me.

Wow. At the prison, this would be major contraband. Thank you so much.

Josh is an easy kid, and I’m sure he’ll like Shane. The hard part is going to be explaining to him who this man really is, and why we have kept it from him for so long. How much of the truth can we tell him? I don’t want to lie to him, but he’s ten years old. I don’t know if he can handle the entire truth. I guess we’ll play it by ear.

He seems uncomfortable talking about his exes—as do I.

I shuffle over to the front door, and my mouth drops open when none other than Tim Reese is standing at the front door, talking to Josh. I freeze about ten feet away from the door, unable to move.

For a moment, I imagine Tim sitting at one of the long tables in the prison dining hall, staring down at a tray of mystery meat and waterlogged vegetables. It’s what he deserves. It’s better than he deserves.

I could buy him a game?” “They’re so expensive though.” Shane flinches. “Well, maybe I could—” “Shane.” I reach for his hand, but at the last minute, I pull away. “Just relax. All you have to do is talk to him and maybe play some Nintendo with him. He’s an easy kid. He’ll like you.

No,” he says. “I mean, barely. We got a drink together when she was done with her shift. That’s it. It was nothing.

He barely glances at it. “I don’t know. Yours?” “It’s not mine.

He’s a great guy.

Shane is Josh’s father. He won’t let anything happen to him.

it is what it is.

After all, I would do anything for my mom.

Sometimes people do exactly what you think they're going to do, and they still manage to disappoint you

It won’t be the first time I’ve lied to him.

It’s Shane.

That was what he said to me just a few hours before he tried to kill me. And that’s not even the worst thing he did.

But he lopes me. And that’s almost better than love.

But then how did he get that necklace?

I don’t quite understand how you can love somebody so much, yet so frequently want to throttle them

Is he ugly? Ugly men are good in bed, you know.

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We look like a bunch of drowned rats.

I wanted to say hi.

Despite everything, I have to smile. Tim is a lot of things, but he’s not creepy.

He holds my gaze for a moment. “She died believing that I had killed those people.

I stand there, shivering slightly in a jacket that isn’t warm enough for the amount of time I’ve been standing out on this porch. I hear raised voices inside the house—Tim and his mother arguing. I can only imagine what they’re saying to each other. He doesn’t want to see me. That much is clear. After what feels like an eternity, the door swings open again. And there he is. Tim Reese. The boy next door. The guy I thought I was falling in love with before I temporarily sent him to prison for murder. Oh boy. He doesn’t look great. I remember how I swooned a bit when I saw him standing outside the elementary school on Josh’s first day of school. But now he looks tired and pale and about fifteen pounds thinner. And pissed off as hell. “Brooke.” His eyes are like daggers. “What are you doing here?” He doesn’t invite me in. He doesn’t even budge from the doorway. “Um.” I wish I had planned something to say. I could have written down a little speech. Why oh why didn’t I write out a speech? “I wanted to say hi.” His eyebrows shoot up. “Hi?” “And welcome home,” I add. There isn’t even a hint of a smile on Tim’s lips. “No thanks to you.” “Look…” I squirm on the porch. “This hasn’t been easy for me either, you know—” “I was in prison, Brooke.” “Yeah, well.” I raise my eyes to meet his. “Josh’s dad tried to kill me. So, you know, it hasn’t been any picnic.” “No kidding.” Tim folds his arms across his chest. He’s wearing just a sweater, and I’m cold in my coat, so he’s got to be freezing, but he doesn’t look it. “I’d been telling you all along that Shane was dangerous. Didn’t I tell you? Didn’t I warn you repeatedly?” I hang my head. He absolutely did. “The guy stabbed me in the gut.” His fingers go to the area on his abdomen where he still has that scar. “I was practically bleeding to death, barely conscious, and I dragged myself off the floor when I saw you make a run for it. I grabbed that baseball bat off the floor and hit Shane as hard

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somebody who is here every day. So…

It’s because of one of the inmates in this prison. Someone I knew a long time ago, who I am not eager to see ever again. But I can’t tell that to Dorothy. I can’t reveal to her that the man who was my very first boyfriend is an inmate at Raker Maximum Security Penitentiary, currently serving life without the possibility of parole. And I’m the one who put him here.