Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“You might have mentioned it a time or two,” she replies, and she’s about to kiss me when Waylon starts.
“We should get the fuck out of here,” he urges, his voice almost in a scream as he tries to be louder than the music, “hit up the bar in town and see what’s going on there.”
“We shouldn’t do that,” Autumn quickly says to him, and he looks at her, and it’s a look of a glare and a sneer.
“No one asked you, Autumn,” he retorts, shaking his head, turning toward the four of us. “Who is with me?” He looks at the four of us. “Should we take off or what?”
I put my arm around Jennifer’s shoulders when she wraps her arms loosely around my waist. “We can’t leave until the fire is out.” I motion with my head toward the fire that is still going strong.
“No problem.” Waylon storms to the side of the porch where they keep the hose, bringing it to the firepit and putting out the fire in no time. “There, now let’s get the fuck out of here.”
“I think we’re going to go home,” Everleigh says, “I have an early morning.”
“Fuck that,” Waylon spits out, going back over to the pickup, “get your ass in the truck.”
“Watch the tone, man,” Brock warns him, and he just laughs it off, as he does with everything.
“It’s all good, man,” Waylon says. “Let’s just get out of here and get to the bar. Then if you guys want to leave, I’ll drive you home.” He looks back at Everleigh. “There, happy?”
Brock and Everleigh share a look and then glance over at us, and for the first time I do not have a good feeling about this. “Let’s go, people.” Waylon swings his arm around and around to get us moving toward the truck.
The four of us start walking to the pickup. “I’ll drive,” Autumn offers. “I can drive.” She walks over to Waylon, who just glares at her. She ignores his glare and smiles at him. “I can drive you around for once.” Her voice goes soft as she holds on to his hips and he shakes off her hands.
“No way.” He shakes his head. “My truck, I drive.”
“Waylon,” she murmurs his name softly, in a plea.
“Get in the truck,” he orders her, his tone tight like he’s losing his patience with her, his teeth clenched together, “or fucking walk home.”
“Relax,” I finally say, trying to break up the drama with the two of them, “we’re supposed to be having fun.”
“I’d be having more fun if we could get the fuck out of here,” Waylon almost snarls, stomping over to the truck. “Now get the fuck inside or else I’ll leave you all here.”
“I don’t know if that would be a bad thing,” Everleigh mumbles as Brock chuckles beside her, putting his arm around her neck and pulling her to him, kissing her temple.
“I’m not sitting in the front, that is for sure,” Everleigh says.
“I’ll sit in the front,” Jennifer offers, “that way the two of them will be happy at least.”
“No way.” I shake my head. “You sit in the back; I’ll sit with him up front.”
“Fine,” Jennifer relents, watching Autumn get into the back seat. She gets on her tippy-toes, kissing my jaw, before she climbs into the back seat in the middle. Followed by Everleigh, who moves as much as she can before Brock gets in with her.
The driver’s window is open and I see Waylon finish his fifth water bottle since we’ve been here. He tosses it out the window. “Let’s go, bro.” He smirks at me and I just shake my head, walking around the front of the truck, opening the door, and getting in.
Jennifer reaches out and squeezes my arm as Waylon turns his pickup around and then speeds up at the same time. He puts the music on a bit louder. “Love this song!” he shouts, turning down the long stretch of road lined with trees on each side.
I’m watching the road, seeing him swerving a little all over the place, but since it’s a backroad, he isn’t paying that much attention.
“Can you focus on the road, please?” Autumn says from the back; she’s literally saying what we are all thinking.
“Can you focus on the road?” Waylon mimics her as he picks up speed even faster. “Pain in my ass,” he says and then turns his head around to talk to Autumn. “You’re a pain in my ass. You focus on the fucking road!” he yells at the same time Everleigh shouts something, but I’m looking at Waylon—who is looking in the back—and by the time I look forward again, the bright headlights are shining straight into the truck.
He jerks the vehicle right, going off onto the gravel, and then quickly turns the wheel to the other side. The sound of him hitting something fills the truck, along with the screams from the back. I hold on to the dashboard, looking out the windshield as he’s swerving back onto the road, hitting something else. All of sudden, it feels like someone hit the back of the pickup because we are spinning. The next thing I know, I hear the sound of metal crunching and scraping as I close my eyes, and the blackness hits me.