Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
I’ll have to think about Davis later tonight after school, after Alexis’ dance class and when I have some time to myself. Even now, just thinking about him causes my chest to feel funny, and there’s a pull in my lower belly. These symptoms are nothing new. I’ve felt them anytime I’ve ever thought about Davis, but maybe now that he’s here, and he’s obviously not interested in me, I can let those feelings go. It may take awhile, but I can always try.
CHAPTER 8
DAVIS
Every inch of my body hurts. I’ve been at the rehab clinic all day. I went in knowing I needed to blow off some steam but not having any idea what all that would entail.
I first met with Dr. Kline and spent an hour talking about my feelings and all that shit. As a man who’s always kept things bottled up inside, that was probably the hardest part of my day. After therapy, I made my way into the weight room. I thought I’d lift a few weights, but when I saw Kanan in there, I knew my workout was going to get more intense. We push each other, and when we started working out together, I found myself lifting heavier weights and doing more reps. I’m sure we were a sight. I could do heavy on arms and chest where Kanan has the ability to go heavy on legs. We worked side by side, and even though neither one of us said much, I feel like we got therapy out of it. At least when we’re done and I’m walking out of the clinic drenched in sweat, I feel good. I feel really good.
I dig my phone out of my bag and am looking at the screen as I walk to my truck. I have five missed calls from Zach. I check my text messages, and sure enough, there’s some from him too.
Hello! Call me.
Really dude? You can’t sleep your life away. Get up.
Should I be worried? It’s now in the afternoon and I know your ass is up. Where you at?
You better call soon or I’m going to have my dad come over and bring his Euchre cards.
I laugh out loud. Zach, his dad, and I have spent hours upon hours playing Euchre, and the man is lethal. He’s way more competitive when it comes to his favorite card game.
I punch the button on the phone and call Zach.
When he answers, he doesn’t even say hello. “Finally. Where the hell you been? I thought I was going to have to put in a missing persons report or something.”
“Zach. It’s literally three o’clock in the afternoon. What’s up?”
“Where have you been?” he asks.
I pull the phone away from my face and look at it. In all the time I’ve known Zach, he’s never been on me about what I’m doing. Unless… “Shit, dude, if you think I’m using, I’m not. I had therapy this morning, and I’ve been in the gym for hours. I’m just now leaving the rehab center.”
“Fuck, man, I didn’t think you’d been using.”
I laugh because I don’t believe him. “Right… Is that why you texted and called me a thousand times? You want me to believe you just wanted to chat?”
He blows out a breath. “Okay, look, I talked to my sister this morning, and she freaked me out a little. And then when I couldn’t get a hold of you, I thought for sure you’d skipped town and you’re over the small town life.”
I stop next to my truck and lean back against it. “What about Abby?”
I hold my breath waiting for his response. Is he pissed because I’ve been spending time with his sister? Does he somehow know the thoughts I’ve been having about her?
Zach’s voice is laced with frustration. “Shit, I’m sorry, man. I’m not even thinking right. How was therapy? You doing okay?”
I ignore his question and ask my own. “What do you mean your sister freaked you out?”
I probably shouldn’t act interested, but I’m automatically thinking the worst. Did something happen to Abby? Alexis?
He sighs loudly into the phone. “I thought you were going to keep an eye on my sister.”
I bang my fist against the side of my truck. “Zach, what the fuck happened to Abby?”
He sucks in a breath. “Nothing. I mean nothing yet. Who knows what’s going to happen to her on Friday. I mean anything can happen—”
“What the fuck are you talking about? What’s happening Friday?”
“I tell you, I know she’s an adult, and I know she can take care of herself. She can usually hold her own, but… she’s still my little sister.”
I cut him off. “Quit your rambling, Campbell. I’m going to ask again. What. Is. Happening. Friday?”
He blurts it out in one breath. “She’s going to The Club.”
I think about Whiskey Run and try to remember if I’ve seen a dance club or something here. I don’t recall seeing one. “What club?”