Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
I take a few slow, deep breaths. I can imagine the baby telling me to grow the fuck up and go and do what needs to be done. I’m an adult now. If I’m old enough to get knocked up and become the leader of the Wolves, then I’m old enough to handle my shit.
I just have to suck it up. I have to go into the pool house and find Nic’s gun that’s hiding in my underwear drawer, and then I'll take my ass into the garage and get into the car. It’s not that complicated. You know, except for the whole shooting him with his own fucking gun thing.
Picturing the way that I'll squeeze the trigger and seeing the look of betrayal on Nic’s face has my stomach beginning to squeeze. I throw the blanket back and dart across Colton’s bedroom before flying into the bathroom. I only just get enough time to close the door behind me before all the contents in my stomach begin coming up.
I throw myself down to my knees in front of the toilet and only just manage to get my head over the bowl before chunks of my dinner splatter all over the white porcelain.
I heave over and over again, getting every last bit of it up until my cheek rests against the cold toilet seat while my stomach cramps with the excessive vomiting.
Once I’m confident it’s all gone, I lay back on the cool tiles, sinking into the feel of their coldness on my sweaty body. What kind of idiot overthinks something so fucking much that she makes herself hurl?
When my stomach finally begins to settle, I peel myself off the bathroom floor and rinse my mouth in the sink. There’s nothing worse than vomiting, but over the past eleven weeks, I’ve started to get pretty used to it.
Fuck this pregnancy. I don’t understand all those women who say that it was the best time of their lives, because so far, all I’ve felt is sick and sore. I've cried over everything, and become a raging fucking bitch at the same time. The next six months are really going to test me, but it’s the whole pushing it through my vag thing that’s scaring me the most. Watermelons just aren’t made to be squished through tiny spaces.
Beginning to feel better, I pull my head out from under the faucet and walk back toward the bathroom door. As I open it and take in Colton, still fast asleep in bed, I find myself pausing. What’s the point in going back to bed and staring into the dark?
I shake my head, letting out a sigh, unable to take my eyes off Colton’s peaceful face. If I’m going to get any chance to sneak out of here, then now’s the only time.
Taking a shaky breath, I feel the nerves instantly rising. I creep across the room, snatching my phone off the bedside table, and slip into a pair of jeans. Before I know it, I’m opening his bedroom door just a crack and sliding through it.
I glance back at him, making sure that he’s still asleep before gently closing the door and dashing down the stairs with the help of the flashlight app on my phone.
I take myself out to the pool house, and the second my hand curls around the gun in the back of my underwear drawer, that same sickness takes over me. But with my stomach already empty, there’s nothing for me to do but forge on.
It’s either now or never, and I’m done playing games.
I pull the gun out, and it feels heavy in my hand, but before I can talk myself out of it, I slip it into the back of my jeans and walk straight back out of the pool house.
I go the long way around the house, not wanting to risk walking back through it and waking anyone up. As I come around front, I find the Audi already parked by the grand entrance stairs, right where Colton’s security had left it.
Getting in the car, I instantly hit the gas, buckling my seatbelt while I’m already flying down the drive, not giving myself a chance to back out.
The two-hour drive back to Breakers Flats is the hardest two hours of my life. My hands shake on the steering wheel, and the whole way here, I have to convince myself not to stop and throw up out the car window.
Yawns tear through my body just as they’ve been doing all night, but I ignore them, desperate to get this done.
By the time that I bring the Audi to a stop outside Nic’s apartment complex, there are tears in my eyes, and my whole body is in a cold sweat.
I can do this. Just take a deep breath and shoot.