Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Literature.
With him.
Between Jackson and my best friends now bein’ upset with me, it was like God was turnin’ tricks on me. It was one thing after another, and the day was far from over.
Why didn’t I tell Shiloh and Cash? I told them everythin’. Always.
To make matters worse, you’d think the dickwad would have caught a clue. Oh, but not Jackson Pierce.
One note.
Three notes.
Six notes later...
I knocked them all to the floor with my elbow without readin’ them, feelin’ his fury each and every time I did. He didn’t bother foldin’ the last note he tossed on my desk from behind me. Fully aware this was the only way I’d read his chicken scratch.
I’ll get my way, Gremlin. Even if I have to hold you down to the ground to get you to listen. We both know how much you love it when I’m on top of you.
“Ugh!”
I turned to face him, holdin’ the note in my hand, unable to hold back any longer. I let him feel my wrath without so much as sayin’ a word.
He was leanin’ back in his chair with his arms folded over his chest, sportin’ a smug ass grin on his face. An expression that made me want to knock his teeth out.
“What, baby girl? What do you gotta say?” he arrogantly countered, baitin’ me.
I didn’t hesitate, rippin’ the note into a dozen tiny pieces, sprinkin’ the scraps of paper on his desk before throwin’ the last few in his face.
“Harley...” he rasped in an annoyed tone that had my core lock up.
Suddenly, the bell rang and I jumped out of my seat. Hurryin’ out of class. Hopin’ like hell he wouldn’t catch up to me because if he did, he’d get a swift knee in the balls.
Rushin’ out of school, I darted toward the bike racks and hopped on my pink beach cruiser. Pedalin’ as quickly as I could out of the parkin’ lot. I was finally able to breathe out a heavy sigh of relief when the buildin’ was out of sight.
My moment of peace didn’t last long, though. Seconds later, I overheard his loud as shit Chevy diesel truck pullin’ up beside me.
He ordered, “Get in!”
Chapter 6
<>Harley<>
The nerve of this dumbass.
His antics were neverendin’.
Not payin’ him any mind, I turned the music up higher through my headphones. Pedalin’ faster. Wishin’ I had a superpower to get away from him quicker. Never did I want him out of my sight, more than I did in that moment.
“Gremlin! Quit being a pain in my fuckin’ ass, and get in the truck!”
I didn’t think twice about it, cuttin’ the corner into Old Milly’s backyard with her dogs goin’ ape shit on me.
“Harley! You gotta be shittin’ me! You’re gonna get yourself bit being a fuckin’ brat!”
I’d rather get bit than hear anythin’ you gotta say.
The shithead caught up to me in the back alley as I shot out onto the main road, causin’ a car to swerve to avoid hittin’ me.
Honkin’ his horn at me, the driver yelled, “Watch where you’re going!”
I pedaled faster with Jackson right on my tail, shoutin’, “You got a death wish, Gremlin?!”
I growled, pissed he was still keepin’ up with me. Weavin’ right then left, I sped through town traffic. Tryin’ everythin’ in my power to lose the stubborn bastard.
“Harley Jameson! Don’t you fuckin’ dare!” he seethed, knowin’ exactly what I was about to do when we came upon the train tracks.
The signal dingin’, gate movin’ down. Whistle blowin’ through the flurry as the train approached at a rapid pace.
“HARLEY! NO!”
I didn’t listen, I never do.
Especially, to him.
I darted in front of the massive machine with seconds to spare, leavin’ him behind the gate.
“You fuckin’ brat! You could have just been killed!” I heard him roar over the noise blarin’ from the tracks, snarlin’ out of his truck.
Not lookin’ back, I stuck my middle finger up in the air. Smilin’ from ear to ear that I was definitely able to lose him that time.
Phew.
I pedaled slower. Despite the rush of adrenaline coursin’ through every last inch of me, my legs were on fire. Burnin’ from the fight-or-flight mentality I just experienced.
Once I made it inside my house, I exhaled another long, heavy sigh I hadn’t realized my lungs were holdin’. Ease suddenly washin’ the stress away for the first time that day.
“You alright, baby girl?” Daddy questioned, walkin’ into the kitchen from the garage. Kissin’ the tip of my nose before grabbin’ a water from the fridge.
I nodded, smilin’ at him. Tryin’ not to think about the horrible day I’d experienced at the hands of Jackson Pierce.
Daddy took one look into my eyes and asked, “You wanna go for a ride later?”
He always knew when I needed to feel the wind through my hair and let loose. I may have been almost sixteen-years-old, but in my father’s mind, I was still that baby girl relyin’ on him for everythin’. Includin’ my sanity.