Shattered Truths – Lies, Hearts & Truths Read Online Helena Hunting

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Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
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The sliding door opens and closes again, and a few seconds later, my mom pokes her head out the back door. “I’m really sorry.”

“I know, Mom. It’s not your fault.”

“I’m going to lie down. Don’t stay out here too long. Someone reported a bear sighting a couple weeks back.”

“I’ll be in soon.”

“I love you,” she says softly.

“I love you too, Mom.” It’s bad enough that my dad is blaming this on her. I can’t do that too. It’ll keep her up all night, and tomorrow will be twice as hard.

Once my mom disappears inside, I go back to BJ. His lips are mashed in a thin line. I sigh. “You weren’t supposed to see this side of my life.”

“You wanted to feed me a curated version of you?” He tucks a hand in his pocket.

“I liked that we were having fun, and spending time with you is a break from this. I’m not a damsel in distress.”

He tilts his head. “I know you’re not a damsel. But it seems to me like you’re fighting a lot of battles on your own. I think the bigger question you need to ask yourself, Winter, is who are you really protecting when you hide your truth from people who care about you? ’Cause from the outside looking in, it sure doesn’t seem to be you.”

“I appreciate that you’re concerned or whatever, but I’ve got things handled.” I kick at a stone on the ground. “You should go. I don’t know how long my dad will be gone, and I don’t want you to get mauled by a bear, because that would make future Fingerbang Fridays hard.”

“Okay. Hint taken. Dropping it for now.” He pulls me in for a hug, then cups my cheeks between his palms and kisses me. It’s soft and sweet, and I get lost in it for a few long seconds, until he steps back. His gaze moves over my face. “You don’t have to fight every fight with an army of one, Winter. Just remember that, okay?”

“It’s all I’ve ever known.”

“It doesn’t have to stay that way.” He drops his hands and steps back. “I’ll see you tomorrow at the game.”

I watch him disappear down the driveway before I go back inside.

BJ’s words stick with me as I clean up my room and climb into bed. Because he’s right. The only person I’m protecting when I hide the abuse is the abuser. And how fucked up is that?

13 WE ALL FALL DOWN

BJ

I wake on edge, which isn’t a surprise after last night. I messaged Winter when I got home and she hearted it, but she’s been quiet since.

I check again this morning, but it’s just the usual in the group chat. Lovey’s working at the foodbank this morning, and Mav is coaching the boys’ team with Lovey’s dad and Darren Westinghouse. Clover has the literacy program, but Mav said she’s hoping to make the second half. Rose is working at Boones.

I have new messages from Adele, promising she’ll be on time and saying she’s determined to make the triple twist work. I scheduled us early so I can be there to watch the game. I want Winter to feel supported, because from what I’ve witnessed, she doesn’t have much from the people who count.

I eat breakfast on autopilot and compulsively check my phone for new messages. Still nothing, though. Adele messages once I’m on the ice to tell me she’s on her way.

She shows up fifteen minutes late, which is a heck of a lot better than her usual half hour. She’s dressed in a black leotard and a black skirt. Her makeup is done as if she’s ready for an actual performance, not just a practice skate. She’d probably be on time if she left it at mascara and lip gloss, but I keep that to myself since there are zero good reasons to make her feel shitty.

She falls into stride next to me. “Sorry I’m late.”

“You’re good. I can only stay until nine forty-five, though.” I booked the ice until ten, but then saw she’d added an extra hour.

She frowns. “Oh, I thought your schedule was open today.”

“My friend is playing her first game today, and I want to be there to support her.”

“Oh.” She does a two-foot turn so she’s facing me. “What friend is that?”

“Winter. I’ve been giving her lessons. You met her at the beginning of the week.”

“The girl with the long, dark hair?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

She chews her bottom lip. It’s a little raw, like she’s been doing this a lot. “You’ve given a lot of those girls lessons, and you’ve never bailed on practice for a game before.”

I cross my arms. “You’re chronically late and you’re on me about cutting a Saturday practice short so I can support a friend?”

She props a fist on her hip. “I just want to get this combination right so we don’t have to switch up our routine!”


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