Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Now I wish I had taken more, but every time I did, my dad found a way to squander it. I realize now that he was ignoring me in my time of need that he really didn’t give a shit about me. He’d used me, which I always knew he was doing, but I always thought at least that he loved me the way he always said he did.
I brushed away the tears that fell and kept my focus on the road. I reached over to the passenger side seat and rifled through my bag for a handful of pills from the stash I kept there, being thankful once again that the hospital had given me back my belongings before I left.
I don’t remember taking the bag with me, but then again, I was so out of it when I was taken away that I don’t remember much of anything. One of those men that had been in my house under false pretenses must’ve given it to me, I guess. But my wallet was gone, so there was no money. All I had was my phone and the pills and my ID that had made it out of my purse for some odd reason.
There was something odd about that, but I couldn’t think clearly enough to figure out what that might be. My head was still a bit fuzzy from my stay in the hospital, but nothing like it had been on that first day, and I can’t remember the last time I ate. I wasn’t about to stop to get something, though, not that I was hungry.
A horn blew behind me, jarring me out of my dazed state, and I corrected the car after realizing I had been driving into the other lane without noticing. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs and put my foot on the gas.
I looked out the window as the sun was going down, wondering why the GPS had sent me to these out-of-the-way backroads instead of the interstate, which would’ve been faster, surely. I’d never driven to New York before, so I wasn’t sure if this was the norm, and it was too late to change it now.
But now that I think about it, I hadn’t seen many cars on the road once leaving the highway a few hours back. Except for the car that had honked at me and was still following behind me, I had no recollection of seeing any other vehicles on the road for quite some time.
I should be afraid, but instead, I felt more reassured. The car behind me didn’t seem to have any interest in me, and they were keeping a safe distance anyway, so I knew I was in no danger. The cold darkness outside my window gave me a sense of solace that the interstate probably wouldn’t have, I realized, so instead of freaking out over the GPS making the wrong choice, I decided to embrace it.
It gave me a chance to be alone with my thoughts as well, which was very much needed because it felt as though I hadn’t had a lot of that since before ending up in the hospital. With my mind wandering from the ennui of the boring drive, I was able to think about a lot of things as I drove along the lonely stretch of road.
After I’d charged my phone, the first thing I’d done was comb the net for any information I could find, but there was nothing but rumors and speculation. There was a lot about Mary and Scott and that whole mess, but I had no interest in that. Neither did I care about the posts calling me out for going to the extreme to break up everyone’s favorite couple.
I wasn’t interested in anything else but finding out if that picture was real and if Ryder really was with her. Every time I thought that it could be real, the pain I felt in my heart was indescribable. I could deal with everything else but that.
There’re no words to describe what just the thought of the two of them being together does to me. I can hardly breathe through the pain, and I feel like I would go crazy. That’s why I’m on my way to New York to find some answers and take care of that bitch once and for all.
*Mengele*
“She’s eating pills again, tap her out before she runs off the road and kill herself.”
“You’ve got it boss.” I grinned at Uncle Shane and hung up the phone.
“I found the perfect place.” Nia swiveled around on her stool to face Lily and I at our work desk.
“You did? That was fast.”
“Uncle Gabriel helped us. Look, it’s in the Flatiron district. An old, abandoned warehouse.”
“Who does it belong to? Stupid question, never mind.” I was having second thoughts about letting Janie make it all the way to New York, but that was the only thing that suited my purpose.