Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I wanted to scream, “Why would Boone want to go to some stuffy, rich people function that barely served any food instead of going to his high school prom?”
Yet, I did none of those things, because Boone didn’t like it when I antagonized his mom.
And honestly, he was right.
When I antagonized her, she got worse.
“Nope, going to prom, Mom. I already have my tux.”
I already had my dress, too. But it might not fit in two months…
“Of course you are. That disappoints me.”
Boone’s shoulders slumped.
“We’re going to go grab food,” I announced. “Since Boone’s hungry.”
“He’s having salmon and rice here, prepared by the chef specially for his diet that was planned out by the nutritionist.”
“Actually, I’m not,” Boone said. “We’re going out with friends tonight. Student Council meeting that we’re eating pizza and wings. We’re planning the prom.”
“Oh, well that’s fine then.” Gail smiled.
As long as we weren’t going to be alone, then everything would be fine.
“Bye, Mother,” Boone said as he reached for my hand and squeezed.
His palm was as clammy as mine.
“Do take the Porsche instead of yours. I would like to have Geoff clean it out,” Gail ordered.
Boone nodded his head, but instead of leading us toward the Porsche when we got outside, he took us to his old truck.
“Your mother ordered you to take her Porsche,” I pointed out.
“My mother also has LoJack on her car so she can see where we’re going,” he explained. “We’re taking mine, because I know that it’s clean and she can’t track me.”
My shoulders slumped.
He was right.
Gail always knew where her children were.
Between stalking her son and stalking her other teenager, Felicia, Gail had a full-time job.
Luckily for me, Gail ran roughshod on Felicia and spent most of her time on her. She only reserved stalking Boone when Felicia was at home and duly accounted for.
Boone waited for me to get into the passenger seat before reaching over and putting on my seat belt.
His hand lingered at my belly for a long second before he closed the door softly and walked around.
He was halfway down the road before he said, “What do you want to do?”
I swallowed.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “If I have the baby…my soccer career is going to be null and void.”
“Yeah,” he croaked.
“But I don’t want to have an abortion.” My voice tremored. “How could I ever get rid of something that was made out of the love we created?”
He blew out a breath and reached for my hand, squeezing tightly. “I was thinking the same thing. But I didn’t want to make that decision for you.”
I brought his hand up to my mouth and kissed the back of it.
“We’ll figure it out, Boone.”
One month later
We didn’t figure it out.
Mostly because Gail Windsor and Barton Wheeler were on the warpath.
I’d thought that I could handle telling them. Really, I did.
But I was proven wrong.
Over and over again.
By the end of the month after I’d first found out I was pregnant, I was packing my bags at my parents’ house and moving out.
My sister, Eddy, was right next to me doing the same.
We’d always said that we were going to stick it out.
We were going to make sure that we could graduate and do the best we could, then when we were eighteen, we were going to go to college and never look back.
That didn’t work out the way that I’d planned it.
And showing that she supported me one hundred percent, my sister had decided she was leaving with me.
If I wasn’t welcome, then she wasn’t either.
The only saving grace we had was the fact that Sawyer Windsor was such a great man.
He’d heard about the fight my dad was giving us and helped us retain a lawyer who would get us emancipation from our parents. He’d also helped us by getting us an apartment right inside of town so that we could stay there and still go to school.
He was also taking care of all the medical bills that were accruing thanks to the pregnancy.
Though, the only reason they were accruing was because Gail wanted to make one hundred percent sure that this baby was protected and cared for, as well as controlled.
She hadn’t outright said it, but I knew that if this baby came, I’d have the fight of my life on my hands to keep it.
She’d use every dirty trick in the book to make sure that I was gone, and the baby was under her control.
There were some times that I wondered if I should just leave and never look back. Quit soccer. Move to some faraway place where she could never get to me.
But then I thought about how nice Sawyer was being, and how unhappy he’d be if I left with his grandchild.
He would be devastated.
Sawyer was a good man. A good father to two children that weren’t his. And though he may not love his wife, he still stood by her.