Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 150002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 750(@200wpm)___ 600(@250wpm)___ 500(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 750(@200wpm)___ 600(@250wpm)___ 500(@300wpm)
“You mean you told me shit in double speak that I couldn’t understand.”
Asshole talks all around shit instead of getting to the point half the damn time. Must be part of his military training. That shit’s annoying as hell.
“Whatever, now that it’s come to this I’ll clean up your mess. Does she know where you live?”
“Nope, why would she?”
“Just making sure. I guess we’ll wait and see what she and the nephew does next.”
Since my girl was safe from both of them for now, and there was no way for them to get to her, I put it aside and concentrated on what I was about to face when I got back to my place.
“Are you going back out tonight, you need me to hang around or…?”
“No, I don’t think so, I’ll call out for dinner later.” I wasn’t letting her back outside for now, not until she accepted that she was staying put.
“What’s the kid’s story?” I filled him in on Travis and what I knew so far. That was something else I was going to have to get in front of soon. If the kid was planning on staying I’d have to figure some shit out.
We pulled up to the building and I got out, my mind already a mile ahead. This is one of those times mom would come in handy. She’d take one look at the situation and know what to do.
But I couldn’t see interrupting her vacation for this. Maybe I’d have shit sorted by the time she got back in a few weeks. I can always talk to her over the phone. But knowing her ass she’d want to be here.
If she knows that I’ve invited a female to live with me there’s no doubt in my mind that she’d go all out. She’d start counting grandkids and shit in her head and ride my ass until I become daft.
Nope, it was better to leave her where she is. One annoying ass female on my plate right now was enough. As to the future, I’ll wait and see which way the wind blows.
If mom likes her, they’d gang up on my ass forever, if she didn’t, which I didn’t see any reason why she wouldn’t, but if she didn’t like my girl, then my life was going to be truly fucked.
Upstairs, I walked in on a surprise. She was sitting at the kitchen island while her brother was cooking something on the stovetop. How very domestic.
They didn’t hear me come in since the door is so far away from the kitchen, and I didn’t alert them to my presence. I stepped back out of the doorway but stayed where I could see without being seen.
“Sis, he’s a nice guy. I told you, I used to read up about him when he played ball. He’s one of the good guys.”
“Those things are full of lies. He probably paid for all that good press.” Cynical little thing isn’t she?
“Usually I’d agree with you, but not this time. What other athletic star gives to charity but doesn’t make a big deal out of it?”
“He actually goes out of his way to hide the fact that he does good deeds.” The kid started rattling off all the things that I’d done behind the scenes in the last few years.
“How do you know if it’s such a big secret?”
“Because somebody’s always digging into his shit.”
“Watch your mouth.” I actually quirked my brow at that one. Imagine her telling someone to watch their mouth.
“Sorry!”
“Well lots of people give to charity, that doesn’t mean they’re nice. It’s a tax write off you know.” “Sis hear me out okay. I’m here now, what can he do to you?”
“You’re going back on Sunday.”
“I already told you I’m not. After what happened to you how can you ask me to leave?”
“I never should’ve told you about that.”
“Yeah well you did, besides, it’s not like I ran away. I left a note.”
“Travis, you’re not being reasonable. What about school, that game that you’re so in love with? I can’t let you uproot your life now…”
“Isn’t that what you did? Didn’t you give up dancing because you thought being an engineer would be more stable? Didn’t you do that for me? I’m not fifteen any more and I know right from wrong.”
“Travis we’ve already had this argument and I’ve told you none of this is your fault. Even if what you say is true, it’s my choice. You don’t have to do the same or else it’s pointless.”
“Sis, I’m not going back. I already checked out the schools here. I can finish this semester on line, it’ll just mean I miss practice and a few games, no biggie.”
“That’s a lie. It’s your last year of high school. If you want to play college ball…”
“I’ve already been scouted.”