Holding Onto Forever Read Online Heidi McLaughlin

Categories Genre: College, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Young Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
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And when Quinn finally brings a woman home, I want to be there when he introduces her to our mom, knowing that this woman will have to move mountains in order to impress her. Never mind the fact Elle and I are related to her by blood. When it comes to Quinn, he’s her world. It’s okay that he is because he didn’t have a mom, and Elle and I got a double bonus when Harrison came into our lives.

My dad finally sits down in the same chair everyone else has been using. He picks up my hand and presses his lips to it. I can see that he’s crying, but can’t feel the wetness as his tears land on my skin. I want to though.

I desperately want to feel his arms wrapped around mine. From the day he taught me to play the drums, I knew he’d be my knight in shining armor. He encouraged me to do everything, nothing was ever off limits and he rarely told me no, except for the time I asked if I could have a motocross bike. I had seen it on television one day, the X-Games, and I wanted to do it. My mom freaked out, but my dad took me to the nearest store and asked me to pick out a bike. Next came the gear, and by the time I was all set to start riding, he told me that I’d have to have years of training. I gave up immediately and went back to playing the drums and dissecting game film with Noah.

My dad reaches for his drumsticks, sliding them into my grasp and clutches our hands together. “Use these, sweet pea. Beat off whoever is trying to take you away from me. I know you can do it. You’re a strong girl, Peyton. Tell them no. Tell whoever it is you’re not ready. And if it’s your…” he chokes up and takes a few shuddering breaths. “If it’s your father… if it’s Mason, you tell him you love him, but you’re not ready. I’m not ready, baby girl. I haven’t had enough time to be your dad yet.”

His head falls to my side and he sobs. I curl into him and tell him that everything is going to be okay. I will fight if I can figure out how. There wasn’t exactly someone waiting for me when I arrived at the hospital, handing out instructions on how to avoid the afterlife. I’m a good student. I would’ve read or listened to whatever they had to say because I don’t want to die. I don’t want to leave my family.

My name’s being called, but when I look up there isn’t anyone else in the room and my dad still has his head resting next to me. Yet, I follow the sound of the voice until I find myself standing in front of a large window. There are babies, wrapped in various color blankets with either blue or pink beanies on their heads.

Inside, a woman dressed in a yellow gown is holding a baby girl, rocking her to sleep. I go in and see that the baby is tiny and she has cords coming out of her blanket, much like I do upstairs.

“Please, God,” the mother cries over and over again. Her eyes are closed and she’s muttering words I can’t understand. Is her baby sick? I try to get a better look, but her face is hidden.

Another baby cries, and I follow the sound until I’m standing in front of a bassinet. She too is wearing a pink hat, but something is wrong. There are two cards in her cradle, and the others only have one.

She’s a twin, but where’s her… I look back at the woman and again at the baby who is crying. Did she have twins? And what’s wrong with her baby?

A man walks in wearing the same yellow gown that the woman is. He rests his on the back of her chair and leans down, whispering something into her ear.

“I will not,” she yells at him.

Suddenly, I don’t want to be here, but I can’t leave. I try to picture another room, anywhere else but here, but I’m stuck.

“You have to let her go. You have another child that needs you.”

“NO! That child killed my baby.”

“That child is our daughter. She needs us, and we need her.” The man looks frustrated. He has tears in his eyes as he comes closer to me. I move out of way even though I’m not really here. He picks up the crying baby and holds her to his chest.

“It’s okay,” he tells her.

“None of this is okay. That thing killed our baby.”

The man shakes his head. “She didn’t. There was nothing that could’ve been done to save her.” He points at the baby in his wife’s arms. He takes the baby from the cradle over toward the woman, but she’s vehemently shaking her head.



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