Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
matthew
I walk into my house, tossing my keys on the table by the door before making my way to the couch. Throwing myself onto the couch, I put my head back and close my eyes, letting out the biggest sigh of relief.
Fuck, today has been brutal. I walked into practice not knowing if anyone would ask me, but why would they? I went on the ice, did what I had to do, and then got my ass out of there, knowing I had to go to Sofia. I don’t know what Helena was going to do or if she was going to call her, but I wanted her to hear it from me at least. How fucking dumb did that even sound? I wanted my ex to find out from me that the wedding she was planning was now cancelled. I practiced what I was going to say the whole ride there. How I was going to tell her that it was cancelled and ask her to sit down with me for a minute. I was almost there until her boyfriend walked in the room. I rub my hands over my face as I laugh, thinking how this is like a soap opera.
I’m about to lie down when the front door swings open. “Honey, I’m home.”
“Matthew.” I hear my father hiss at my uncle. “Too soon.”
“You can take the stupid out of the guy, but you can’t keep the guy from being stupid,” my uncle Max says, and I can’t help but silently laugh. For the first time in a while, I feel okay, or at least that things are going to be okay. I mean, I don’t think anything is going to be okay until Sofia and I sit down and finally fucking talk. She can keep evading me for as long as she wants, but sooner or later, we are going to have a discussion. A discussion we should have had two years ago.
“That makes absolutely no sense,” my uncle Evan says, and I get up, walking over to the entrance.
Looking down, I see the four of them are walking down the hallway like a boy band. “What is going on?” I ask them and look over to make sure no one else is walking in the door.
“You called,” my father reminds me, when he’s close enough, he grabs me by my neck and pulls me to him. “I called Evan.”
“Who called me,” my uncle Matthew says, hugging me once my father lets me go, after the hug he slaps my arm.
“And we all know that he doesn’t go anywhere without this one,” my uncle Evan says. “M&M for life.”
Matthew and Max both moan. “That fucking nickname will probably be on my tombstone.”
“Oh, it will,” Evan assures him, slapping my arm, “even if I have to spray-paint it.”
My father heads to the living room while my uncle Evan heads to the fridge, as Max and Matthew walk over to look out at the yard. “What’s going on?” I look at all of them. “It looks like an intervention.”
“Bite your tongue,” my father scolds. “Come and sit down.”
“Yes, come and sit down so we can hear all about it,” Evan says, walking over to the couch, sitting on the other side. “We should order pizza or something.”
“This isn’t a slumber party,” Max says, sitting down next to him laughing.
“I was also going to add in beer,” Evan says to him.
“Come over here.” My father motions for me with his head.
I groan, throwing my head back, knowing I’m going to actually have to tell him the whole story. I walk over and sit next to my father. “Should we, I don’t know, get something to drink?” Evan says to us.
My father and I both yell, “No!”
“Jesus,” Matthew says, holding up his hands, coming over and sitting next to Max. “Okay, so what’s going on?”
I put my elbows on my knees and take a deep inhale, my head hanging forward. “I don’t know how to put this,” I start, “it’s just, we decided.”
“We?” Matthew asks and I close my eyes, knowing that with the four of them, there is no way I can get away with anything. If one lets me off the hook, it’s just because the other one knows he’s going to get me. It was always like that growing up. We would get away with it with one of them, and as soon as we would celebrate our victory, the other one of them would sweep in and crush our souls.
“We started the wedding planning.” I look up at the guys as they just stare at me, waiting for more. “And, I don’t know, it’s just like everything she picked would be the opposite of what I would have wanted.”
“You called off your wedding because you didn’t have the same decoration taste?” Evan asks, almost laughing.