Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
A few years later, though, Silas and I had been sitting outside one night, my mama and dad inside fighting. Silas had just turned eighteen and was about to graduate, and he was planning on going to work in the mine. My dad did okay; we had what we needed. But we hadn’t been able to afford college for Silas even though he was just about the smartest person I knew. “Just a few months, Ky,” he’d whispered. “Just until I’ve got enough money to get us out of here and then we’ll leave. We won’t look back. Where do you want to go?”
“New York City,” I’d answered, just like I always did.
He’d nodded as if it were the first time he’d heard me say it. “Then that’s where we’ll go. I just need a couple months of my wages and we’ll hit the road, baby bro. You’ll never work in those mines. You’ll do something big, something great, something that really matters. And who knows? Maybe I will too.”
Suddenly, off to our right, we saw movement and when we swiveled our heads, there was a rabbit. He sat right at the edge of our yard, watching us for a minute and then he limped off. And in my heart, I’d known it was Bugs. And seeing him there was like a sign that everything was going to be okay. Life could injure you, but you could get up again if you were strong enough, and especially if you had the right person to help you out. Silas had put his hand on my shoulder and we’d sat that way until the house was quiet again and it was safe to go back inside.
I owed it not only to myself but also to my brother to make a life somewhere else, to live the dream he’d been denied. And maybe if Tenleigh had to stay here, someday I’d come back for her. Or maybe she’d fade away into a sweet memory. Maybe she’d meet some decent guy in Evansly who worked the mines, and they’d make a couple babies. And sure, they’d struggle and have to scrape together rent money sometimes, and she’d buy her kids clothes from the bargain rack at Walmart, but they’d be happy enough and—
Fuck no.
I wanted to roar with the anger and frustration those thoughts brought me, making me feel more desperate than I’d ever felt in my miserable life. Tenleigh Falyn. Beautiful, hopeful, smart, fiery, tenderhearted Tenleigh Falyn deserved a life better than the scraping and struggling she’d always done. I put my head back in my hands. This was an impossible situation. Picturing her enduring a lifetime of hardship made me feel violent. I picked up a pine cone on the ground next to me and threw it as hard as I could off the hill to the trees below. Distantly, I heard it hit something, but it was a soft, unsatisfying sound.
After a few minutes, I stood up and headed home, my hands stuffed in my pockets. A warm breeze blew, and the ground was scattered with the wildflowers Tenleigh loved so much, the ones she still gasped over even though she’d been seeing them all her life. Spring had officially arrived.
Finals were right around the corner and I had a lot of studying to do. But honestly, I wasn’t worried. I knew all the material so well, I could recite it in my sleep. I’d be shocked if I wasn’t chosen to win that scholarship. My academic record was nothing less than perfect. I’d made sure of that, despite the fact that I was living in a constant rotating state of euphoria/agony, and despite the fact that most of the time my mind was focused on the constant ache between my legs—an ache that was only going to be satisfied if I plunged into Tenleigh’s tight body. “No,” I spoke out loud. “Just no.” You think things are bad for you now, Kyland, possess her that way and then try to leave her here. I made a choking sound in my throat as I felt acid rising from my stomach.
Somehow I’d resisted that so far, and I wouldn’t back down now. I took a deep cleansing breath of mountain air just as my house came into view. I passed by Tenleigh’s trailer and resisted going to her door and knocking, instead, picking up my pace so my traitorous body wouldn’t make the choice for me.
She’d probably wondered where I was after school today. I’d been ducking out the back door and taking the long way home—alone—so I could avoid her. She hadn’t said anything, but I was sure she was probably hurt. I needed to start hurting her in small ways, though. She had to understand what was happening and start pulling away from me like I was pulling away from her. That way, at least it would be easier than ripping the Band-Aid off in a couple months. A couple months and I’ll never see her again. Desperation raced through my veins.