Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Come on, Shayne.” He laughs, catching up to me.
“You’re an asshole.”
“It’s funny, though. I don’t recall you taking your clothes off on my couch. Seems like something I’d remember.” He arches one dark eyebrow, his eyes roaming my body. “Could it be that a certain movie got you all worked up?”
I snort. “You wish.”
“I mean, I get it. It got me hot, too, but next time don’t wait for me to pass out before you take care of it. I’m more than happy to lend my services.”
“God, you’re gross,” I say, rolling my eyes, both relieved and embarrassed that he thinks I masturbated on his couch while he was asleep rather than hooking up with his brother.
“It’s part of my charm,” he says, gripping his chest.
He has a point.
“On a serious note…” he says as I hop into the driver’s seat. He stands between me and the door, one hand braced on the top of my car. “Next week.”
It’s all he has to say. Next week is the one-year anniversary of Danny’s death. Sometimes it feels like a lifetime has passed, and other times only seconds. I nod in understanding, waiting for him to continue.
“The school’s planning some memorial tribute thing for Danny. I don’t know if you have a game or whatever—”
“Don’t be an idiot, Holden. Of course I’ll be there.” I jerk on his shirt, pulling him in for a hug. He locks both arms around my head, holding me to his chest, the scent of his cologne and deodorant smothering me.
“Okay, okay,” I say, shoving him off me, and then he’s mussing up my hair with his heavy palm before throwing my door shut and walking away.
Maybe it’s Danny’s anniversary. Maybe it’s the fact that for the first time in a long time I feel like I have a piece of my family back, but instead of being happy or content, I feel…like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like it’s all going to be taken from me again. It’s only a matter of when.
Thayer
“So, should I just expect you here all the time now?” my dad asks as I’m walking through the front door, before I’ve even had the chance to put my keys down.
“Something on your mind, old man?” I’m not in the mood for this shit. I run a hand through my hair, shaking the rain out of it.
He pours two fingers of whiskey into a tumbler, setting the bottle down with a loud thud against the countertop. I take one look at his bloodshot eyes and know he’s had a few more before that one. He wasn’t ever around much to begin with, and I preferred it that way, but since Danny’s death, here’s here even less. On the rare occasion he is around, he’s hammered—not that I blame him. His wife abandoned him and his kids, and then his favorite son died. That’s not including countless failed relationships and one failed engagement. Life hasn’t exactly been a picnic for him.
“Just that you’re home an awful lot lately for someone who’s going to school on my dime.”
“I’ve got it under control.” I keep it short, knowing this could easily turn into a blowout that I don’t have the energy for, then turn for the stairs.
“Do you, though?”
I stop in my tracks, looking at him over my shoulder. “If you’re trying to say something, say it. I don’t have all night.”
He moves around the counter, advancing on me. “I’m saying you’re not going to continue to throw your life away under my roof. Starting after the memorial, you’re gone. You go to class. You get your shit together.”
“And if I don’t?” I challenge.
“Then consider yourself cut off.”
A slow smile spreads across my face. “If you think money is what motivates me, you clearly don’t fucking know me at all.” Not giving him a chance to respond, I turn on my heels, heading for the door.
“Where are you going?”
“You want me gone? I’m gone.”
His shocked expression is the last thing I see before I slam the door behind me, prowling out into the rain. He really thought he could use money to get his way? Why the fuck does he suddenly have an issue with my being here, anyway? Money isn’t a factor. I know that much. My tuition is chump change for him. Maybe he knows more about Danny than he’s letting on, and he doesn’t want me sniffing around. Who the fuck knows?
Thunder rumbles in the distance, and I know where I want to be. Before I can think better of it, I bypass my car, walking into the woods instead. The Hellcat is loud as fuck, and I don’t want to wake her mom. I pull out my phone, using it to light my way through the pitch-black trees, past the lightning tree, past the barn, and finally, to the edge of the property where her grandmother’s house sits.