Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
I want to throw something at her devious smirk.
She says I take everything from her, but I think it’s the other way around. Is it too much to ask for a sister that actually cares? We were close before I got sick and that just went completely out the window.
I don’t even recognize her anymore.
She sashays toward the door and looks over her shoulder. “I’m headed to a party, I’ll see you when I see you I guess,” She holds out his credit card. “And please tell Quinn thank you.”
“Sophie! No!”
She laughs. “Oh, I’m not going to go crazy, but remember he owes you, he owes us, plus he’s rich, you can’t even apply for this card unless you have loads of cash.”
She slams the door and I don’t have the energy to chase after her. I quickly call Quinn again, he doesn’t answer.
So I text.
Me
Sophie stopped by, she stole your card, I’m so sorry I didn’t have the energy or strength to chase her, cancel it right away before she ruins your life like she did mine and buys a new car with it.
It’s delivered, but he hasn’t read it yet.
Me
Quinn? Please, I don’t want her taking advantage of you more, and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I really care for you, as much as you don’t believe me. Please come back so we can talk. Please. Please.
I’m desperate and I know it.
I watch the sunset later that day, my phone finally goes off, I nearly drop it when I see that it’s Quinn.
Quinn
Noted. Already at the airport.
Me
Come back.
Quinn
Too raw right now. Go sleep.
Well, that’s better than nothing, right?
Me
Please?
Quinn
Going into airplane mode.
And just like that, my present, what I thought was supposed to be my future, instantly becomes my past.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Quinn
I woke up this morning with a hangover from Hell which was not helped by two children running around playing the floor is lava.
Hours later, I ended up joining them to distract myself from the calls I was getting from Chloe.
To make it worse, Sophie tried calling me too.
The hell? How did she even get my number?
I was too angry to do anything and my stomach felt like it would implode, so by the time the car service came to grab me and drive me into Portland, I was more than ready to bounce.
Zane and Fallon tried to get me to stay and fix things, but I wasn’t even sure what that would look like and realized I just needed time, funny since the only reason I came to Seaside was for that.
Time. Fun. Relaxation. An adventure away from the drama of my life back home. I sighed and texted Chloe back.
Maybe I was being an ass, I mean I could call her and hear her out it just, maybe I’m being stubborn, maybe I’m an idiot, but you can’t just get a blow like that and then suddenly have one conversation and establish trust again, plus I’m still really freaked out I slept with Sophie. I’ve never been that guy, I mean, I slept around in high school, but I at least knew the person I was sleeping with… I wasn’t tricked.
Shit, I’m like Bathsheba, Sophie’s David.
Weird.
Gross.
Why am I bringing the Bible into this suddenly? And how do I even know that?
A voice sounds over the speaker. “Delta Flight 1254 en route to LA is now boarding the first-class cabin.”
I grab my duffel bag and slide my phone into my pocket and board the plane. I feel numb as I walk down to the plane, I’m even more numb as I find row number two and sit down, kicking my bag under the seat in front of me and staring out at the rainy Portland sky, of course it would be raining.
I grab my phone and see more missed texts and calls, okay so I lied and said I was in airplane mode, but once we’re done boarding, it won’t be a lie.
And my lie wasn’t near as big as hers.
I start typing out my thoughts like an inner journal, and the minute I start typing, it’s like I can’t stop.
I just wanted to get over a girl I loved that ended up with my best friend.
I just wanted space.
What I got?
Twins.
Twins who thought it would be fun to mess with my already messed up emotions and a vacation aka gap year that ended up turning into a nightmare.
I got hell, and yet I’m still holding one’s hand. I mean metachromatically. I want to be there for her and ugh, I can’t go there mentally or emotionally and now I’m literally talking to myself.
I can’t be that big of an asshole, right?
Because what if one needs saving?
Suddenly, I drop her hand in my head, realizing it’s not hers that’s shaking but mine.
Mine.
What if. In this scenario. I’m not the knight.