Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
I should’ve done this a long time ago, she didn’t have a ride and was always either walking or hitching a ride with friends. The jeep I was gonna get her will raise some heads and more than a little bit of questions.
Everyone knew her family couldn’t afford something like this. I think I didn’t give a fuck anymore and maybe I wanted those questions so that I could finally get the fuck out from under this cloud of deceit. I wasn’t feeling very magnanimous anymore, though it was my own fucking doing.
All my life I’ve had to follow a certain guideline. My parents hadn’t beaten a dead horse, but I was never unaware of their disappointment in my teenage faux pas. They stepped up to the plate when they didn’t have to and that made all the other bullshit null and void as far as I am concerned, but it was never too far from my mind that I had to make up for what I’d done.
I think I’ve gone above and beyond to prove that I’m not a complete fuck up. I now have sole responsibility of my kid and have been doing a bang up job if I do say so myself. So why must I suffer guilt for wanting this one thing in my life? Was that too much to ask? To live freely, openly with the woman I love without anybody having a fucking mental break?
“Why are we here?” She held onto my hand as I approached the guy at the dealership. She’d been silent the whole time I was lost in my head. I squeezed her hand and kept silent, I wanted her to be truly surprised when she saw what I’d got for her.
I’d already chosen her Rover a few weeks ago and had been waiting for the call letting me know when they’d finished custom making it to my specifications. I’d chosen her favorite color, cherry red, with snow-white interiors, and the plates simply said, MINE.
I watched her reaction when she first saw it; it was priceless. I felt the tremble in her arm that ran through her whole body before she turned to me and broke down in tears with her face in my chest. “Give us a minute would you?” I asked the sales guy over her head so I could tend to her.
“Here now what’s this? Look at me baby.” She refused to lift her head so I just held her there while she cried what I hoped were tears of joy. When it seemed like she was winding down I lifted her head so I could see into her eyes.
“Happy?” She nodded and I wiped her tears away. “You love me, you really love me.” She seemed really befuddled by that which I didn’t quite understand. What the hell is wrong with women anyway?
“Because of a jeep? Not because of the one hundred times I’ve said it to you in the last few weeks.” I shook my head and led her to the driver’s side door. “Hop in, take it for a spin.” She squealed and hugged my neck tight enough to break it before releasing me.
I got the keys from the guy and since the shit was already paid for he had no issues with us taking it out for a test drive. “It’s all yours baby let’s go.” I couldn’t keep the stupid grin off my face; her exuberance was catching, plus the fact that I felt like I had finally done something right for a change.
Things were going great, she was asking me a thousand things about her car when suddenly she stopped and turned to me at a red light. “What color did you get Crystal?”
“She got a different kind of car, this one was your favorite so…” I stopped talking when I saw the look on her face. It was as though someone had come along and let all the air out her tires or some shit and I was left wondering what the fuck had just happened.
“What is it” I knew it was ‘something’ because her face looked like a fucking thundercloud. When she folded her arms and pouted like a damn brat I knew I was in for it. “I don’t want it.” What the fuck?
***
BRIANNA
I knew it, I knew it was too good to be true, everything he does for me he has to do for her and he can’t ever see where that shit is just wrong. Why can’t I have something for myself, something that’s just about me? He got me a bracelet a couple weeks ago; in fact it was right after that night that I’d disappeared on his ass. He made me swear not to take it off, and I felt so special, until I saw his damn daughter in almost the same one.