Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
That's when his phone goes off in his study. He has a separate line there.
His eyes jerk towards the sound. He rarely gets calls there. Usually only during something really important.
"Fuck," he says and draws away and I exhale in a bit of disappointment.
Daniel walks out of the kitchen towards his office.
But I'm not worried.
We're finally all together.
And we have tomorrow, and the next day. And then forever.
Right?
17
Karen
I've made up my mind. Things between Colt, Daniel, and I are so good that we should be together. Not just for the summer, but in a real relationship. I want everyone to be happy; Daniel’s worked hard to ensure that everything stays afloat and all mom’s done is snort it up her nose… and then she disappeared I believe Daniel when he says that he can turn things around. If anyone can do it, he can.
And Colt's got a promising football career ahead of him. There’s no point worrying about his finances. Or his side of the finances, which mainly include the house. The only problem is that although we can put the house on the market today, it doesn’t mean that it will sell straight away. The whole process takes time. The best thing to do would be to get my family lawyer to sort out the paperwork.
“Hi, I’m here to see Mr. Williams,” I announce to the blonde receptionist as she smiles at me. I didn’t even tell the boys where I was going; I told them that I was going to get my nails done.
I knew that both of them would want to come with me. Besides, I needed a break. There are two of them and they love taking turns. I’m only one girl, and as much as I love fucking them both, I’m not Superwoman.
“Mr. Williams says that he’ll be a few minutes. He’s running a little late today.”
I smile as I think about how long he’s going to be. The boys will probably be sleeping and will have more energy when I get home. I don’t want to be out too late. Not today, because I could do with a little sleep myself.
“Would you like a coffee or something while you wait?”
Usually, I would say no, but today I need something to get me through the day. “I could do with some coffee.”
She smiles back. “Okay, do you want milk and sugar too?”
“Yes, the full works.”
“Been a long day?”
I wonder if the tiredness is showing on my face. I feel embarrassed that I’m only in my early 20s and yet I feel like a 40 year old already.
“It’s just the way you said ‘the works,’” the receptionist continues, reading the embarrassment on my face.
“Ah, yes it’s been a long day, and it’s only twelve in the afternoon.”
She laughs, “Okay I’m going to get the coffee. You sit down there. You can read a magazine or something if you like.”
She doesn’t wait for me to respond as she leaves quickly. I’m sure that she’s probably not supposed to leave her desk unattended for long periods.
I sit down and tap my phone on. I scroll through my apps, which has become kind of automatic whenever I'm sitting around. One minute I'm waiting, and then the next I'm either on apps crushing candy or flicking through pics. I’m a social media kind of girl and I like keeping in touch with friends. But with the way we're all glued to our phones, I’m waiting for an app to tell people to brush their teeth, go to the bathroom, and even wipe their asses. In fact, there’s probably an app that’s already doing that and people are probably already using it. It’s crazy the way that everyone’s obsessed with apps these days.
I laugh as I see the Zach post, “Holy crap! 100k likes!”
For better or worse, he’s popular now. Part of me wants to take it down. He was my boyfriend, even if he did cheat on me, and the longer this stays up, the more times I find out how many girls he slept with while we were together. Which is not healthy for me, and it doesn’t exactly help them either.
Either way, I have nothing to prove anymore and as I click on the delete button, I see a few hurtful comments, not only from Zach but his family members too. Some aren’t happy that I put a naked picture of him on social media. Especially his mom. Shit, if my mom cared maybe she would feel the same way if something similar had happened to me. Instead of wasting her life on drugs, she would've had my back, being there to protect me, hold me, and tell me everything was going to be okay.
I delete the post and feel like a better person for doing it. It was only supposed to be there for a day, not a week anyways.