Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Okay,” I agree and his phone goes off, and I know he hung up without even a goodbye.
“Who was that?” Morgan asks as I drop my phone back into my purse.
“My boyfriend,” I tell her while my insides twist into a knot, because that may not be the case for very long.
“He sounds like a dick,” she states.
I glare at her then hiss, “He’s worried.”
“He still sounds like a dick, and why would he be worried?”
“I don’t know Morgan, maybe because you have a tendency to bring trouble with you wherever you go,” I bite out sarcastically.
“That’s not fair,” she whispers, and I run my palm across my forehead and notice my hands are shaking.
Trying to get my thoughts together, I close my eyes then open them back up to look at her. “You said you want to get help, so what is your plan?”
“I need to borrow some money so I can get it back to Carmine, and then I’ll go into rehab.”
“Morgan.” I close my eyes again and feel myself deflate.
“Maggie,” she calls, and I open my eyes once more to look at her. “I know you don’t have much of a reason to believe me or trust me, but this time I really do want to get help.”
Studying her, I see the truth in her gaze, or maybe I’m only seeing what I want to see. “How much?” I hear myself ask, and watch relief flood her features.
“Fourteen thousand.”
“Fourteen thousand?” I choke.
“I know it’s a lot of money, but once I finish rehab, I swear I’ll pay you back, every penny.”
“Morgan, I just…I just don’t know. That’s a lot of money to just give to you.”
“I don’t have anyone else to ask,” she whispers, dropping her eyes to the coffee cup on the table which she’s turning slowly around and around.
My heart twists in my chest as I watch her. If I don’t help her she could really end up dead. If I do help her, she could run with the money and end up dead anyway. This is a double-edged sword if there ever was one.
“You’re going to have to follow me to the bank. I don’t have that kind of cash on me,” I say, and the cup stops turning, her eyes meeting mine and are flooding with relief. “Morgan, this is it. This is the last time. I love you, but I can’t keep doing the same dance with you. If you don’t get help this time…” I shake my head, letting the unspoken words hang between us.
“I know,” she whispers.
Letting out a long breath, I stand from the table. “How did you get here?”
“Amy dropped me,” she mutters then continues when she reads the look of distaste on my face, “I’ve been staying with her the last few days.”
“Morgan—”
“Don’t say it, okay? I already know what you’re going to say, but you don’t need to.”
“Fine, you can ride with me,” I tell her, pulling my bag closer to my body. Once we’re in my car and on our way to the bank, my phone rings again, but I ignore it knowing without looking that it’s Sven. If I tell him what I’m doing now, not only will he be pissed, he will be PISSED, and I can’t deal with that right now.
“Do you want me to come in with you?” Morgan asks as I park in front of the bank.
Looking at her, I turn off my car and shake my head. “I’ll be back. I don’t know how long this is going to take.”
“I’ll be here,” she mumbles as I slam the door. It takes surprisingly less time than I thought it would to get the money. I don’t know why I thought it would be a process, or that I would have to sit down with a banker, but all I had to do was go the teller and tell them how much I needed, show ID, and sign off on the amount.
When I walk back out to the car, I see Amy standing next to the passenger side door of my car, talking to Morgan through the open window. Ignoring her, I get back into the car, trying to keep myself in check.
“Hi, Maggie,” Amy says, but all I can do is mutter a quiet acknowledgement back before asking, “Can you give me a minute to talk to Morgan?”
“Um, sure,” she agrees, looking between the two of us before stepping back. Rolling up Morgan’s window, I turn in my seat to face her fully.
“I asked her to come. She said she would give me a ride. I don’t want you mixed up any more than you have been,” she tells me before I can tell her how much her hanging with Amy will kill any chance of her getting better.
Pulling out the envelope from my bag, I hold it out to her but keep it in my grasp as I tell her quietly, “This is it, Morgan. I can’t do this again. I won’t do this again, so if you go back on your word this time, we’re done.”