Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Color me crazy but is this guy for real, like seriously, who does these things, not anyone I know or have ever heard of.
Jared's my friend, he's a good guy, but I know for a fact that he doesn't treat any of his girlfriends this way.
I would ask my mom but our conversation two days ago hadn't left much room for such questions.
I understood that she was afraid for me, that she will always be worried after what had happened, but she had really gone off.
It's almost as if she was mad that I had fallen for someone, I thought telling her about my coming out of my shell with Colton's help would make her happy, but instead she seemed offended somehow.
When she'd questioned the rashness of our relationship and I'd started crying because she just wasn't hearing my side, Colton had taken the phone and told her rather forcefully that no one was allowed to make me cry or feel bad not even her. Then he'd hung up.
She'd sent me a text a few hours later with just one word.
"Wow".
My thoughts exactly.
I haven't seen anyone in the last couple days but my phone have been almost glued to my ear, I've heard from his mother, my father, Carol and Jared, somehow I think Colton told everyone no visitors for the next few days.
I wondered what excuse he gave them for that but didn't ask.
After he finally left I called Carol up to make plans for our day of shopping, of course she was excited, it's like in her blood.
Having been cooped up for so long it was great to get out and about and carol was full of ideas and suggestions, especially after she realized that I had Colton's card.
Halfway through I'd had enough, not because I was tired or anything but because I'd already bought too much.
When I complained about the thousands of dollars we'd already spent and believe it or not we'd only bought undergarments as yet, she'd whipped out her phone and called Colton, passing the phone to me after squealing on me.
"Babe seriously, I got shit to do here, buy the shit, if you don't then I'll have to and I've got shit lined up for the next few weeks so help me out alright."
Oh my word!
He just hung up after that, my panties were shot.
Of course Carol was grinning and hopping up and down and off we went.
"Well if it isn't Colton's flavor of the month."
Damn, that thing sure got around.
"Jennifer that's uncalled for..."
"No no Carol, let it speak.
I hate this bitch, I kid you not, just the sight of her makes me want to taste blood, not because she'd once shared Colton's bed, (though she'd never physically been in his according to him), but because I could sense that she didn't want to move on, to let go, and after tasting of the fruit so to speak, I could certainly understand why, but she wasn't his ex-wife or the mother of his child or anything like that.
She was just one of a long line of nothing special so she had no jurisdiction and if she thought I was too young or too stupid to know that, then she was sadly mistaken.
She sneered at me from head to toe until her eyes caught sight of my anklet.
That's a Simon piece where did you get that?"
Before I could answer or not Carol intervened.
"Jennifer just leave us alone, where Kat got her jewelry is none of your business." She tried going around the annoying twit to no avail.
Once again I spoke over her.
"It's cool Carol, actually Colton bought me this, as he put it, it's to show the world I belong to him, you should see the other jewelry he got me to go with it,... oops, YOU can't, it's private, oh well."
She hissed at me as her face grew increasingly redder.
Carol made a move to come between us but she was too late, Jennifer's hand connected with the side of my head before I could block the blow.
The last person to put hands on me were those boys, I felt the fear begin to creep in, felt the need to run and hide away somewhere, but stronger and more persistent than that was Colton's voice during our sparring matches.
I heard him in my head strengthening my resolve, telling me I was worth fighting for, pushing at the fear that threatened to overcome me, and lastly I heard him tell me to own my shit, to fight for what's mine.
Instead of the fear there was now anger, anger at all those who thought it was okay to prey on the weak.
Before that whole incident I would never have let anyone get away with slapping me like that, maybe Colton was right, maybe it was time to take the power back, and what better way than to wipe the floor with this smarmy bitch.