Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“I need you to understand and give me time.”
“All I’ve given you is time. Why can’t you tell me now? Why are you keeping all these secrets from me?”
My mind was spinning, faster and faster. Suffocating me in this fantasy I was obviously living in. The reality was staring me right in the face. His truths were pounding on top of my head.
Little by little, I was drowning in his indiscretions and the fact that he was the one, pilling them me, was the hardest pill to swallow.
As if reading my mind, he vowed, “I promise I’ll tell you everything when I can.”
“When is that? Before or after I graduate?” I slapped the picture on his chest. “All I want is to know you and you’re making it so hard. How do you have my piggy bank? It makes no sense. I haven’t had it since…”
I couldn’t even bring myself to say it.
It hurt too much.
His gaze shifted to my eyebrow scar.
Seconds.
Minutes.
Hours could have flown by with his intense stare focused on it.
“Yeah, Hayes,” I acknowledged before speaking with conviction, “I haven’t had my piggy bank since the day I got this scar.”
The expression on his face changed from anger to sadness. I saw it clear as day. The times where he showed me what he was feeling were one of the best and worst memories for me. If he was allowing me to see his true colors, there was reason for it.
“I know how hard this must be for you,” he agreed, rubbing the tarnished skin on my eyebrow. “I’m tired of hurting you, Peach. It kills me inside.”
“All it would take is for you to honest with me and we can put this behind us. Why do you insist on keeping us stuck in this place where it’s obviously destroying us both?”
“I’m not ready to let you go yet.”
“Go?” I shook my head. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Enough with the cryptic, Hayes. I’m begging you to tell me the truth. Do you want me on my knees too?”
The inner turmoil he was feeling was evident as he contemplated what to say next. I wasn’t expecting him to confess what I’d been desperately wanting to hear from him.
“Fuck, Peach…. It’s me who is on my knees for you. Please just trust me. I’ll tell you everything soon.”
Him being so vulnerable for the first time…
Was the only reason I stayed.
Thirty-One
Hayes
“How much?” Trevor asked at the party.
“One fifty.”
“For an ounce?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s a little steep, don’t you think?”
“You want the weed or not?”
“What about the molly?”
“How much?”
“A gram.”
“A hundred.”
He grabbed the money out of his wallet. “This better be fucking fire, Hayes.”
“You won’t be disappointed.”
After he paid me, he rolled up a joint. The house party was packed with people. You couldn’t move a foot in front of you without banging into somebody. It was the fourth party that week I was selling my old man’s drugs from the club at. He still hadn’t noticed, but I knew it was only a matter of time before he did.
I’d deal with him when the time came. Until then, I did what I had to do.
“You want to hit this?” Trever offered.
“No. I’m good.”
“You never relax, bro. You act like an old man and you’re only what? Fifteen? You’re the best dealer. Everyone in school knows who you are. Take a breather. Have some fun for once.”
I didn’t pay him any mind, spending the rest of the day giving everyone their fun for the night. It was Saturday and full speed ahead. For a good portion of the afternoon, I rejected the countless chicks who were on my dick at any given second.
I wanted to be alone. The truth was this was the last place I wanted to be. However, I couldn’t pass up a party where I could make thousands of dollars in a few hours. I wasn’t pushing drugs just for me. It was for my mom too. This was the only way we’d be able to leave the piece of shit that was her husband and my father.
I knew she’d be disappointed in me if she found out. Which was why I was extra cautious. I didn’t want to break her heart. My old man already did that enough for the both of us.
She spent all hours of the day and night thinking about him. At this point, he was home even less if that was possible. They lived separate lives, but I could see it in her eyes.
She missed him.
Possibly even still loved him.
I couldn’t for the life of me understand why. He was no good to her. He never was. I had yet to figure out what made her fall in love with him in the first place. Ever since I could remember, he treated her like shit. His club sluts were the only thing that mattered to him.