Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
My first single, the song I posted to Myspace is a hit and has been charting all month. Life would be great if not for the bomb that’s been dropped on me today.
All this time, I’ve thought Trev was ignoring my calls. I was under the impression he was radio silent because he didn’t want to talk to me. Boy, was I wrong.
Cody, Elise, and my family have kept Trevor’s accident from me for four whole weeks. I’ve been a mess since Maggie allowed it to slip this morning as we talked about her joining me here for a while.
I’ve been racing around to make arrangements to head back home since. Marv is frustrated. This isn’t really the time for me to take off.
He’s not happy, but he’s giving me a few days to handle this “family emergency.” I’ll take that. Hopefully, I’ll be back home tonight—if I can get the heck out of here.
I swipe my tears as I toss things into my suitcase. For a whole month, Trev has been in the hospital and I knew nothing. I’m so pissed at everyone. I know they mean well, but someone should have said something.
“Um, Cakes.” I look up at Elise and glare.
She’s been staying with me at my new place. If I didn’t love her, I would have asked her to leave this morning after I spoke with Maggie. She holds her hands up in surrender.
“This came for you. I thought you’d want to see it,” she says, handing over a letter.
I swipe under my nose angrily. Why couldn’t she do the same with the information about Trevor and his car accident? I mean, not one of them thought this was important enough for me to know.
I snatch the letter and my hands start to tremble as I see it’s from Trevor. I rush to pull the letter out of the envelope, my hands shaking in the process.
I scan the sheet of paper, dropping to my knees as I get to the end. I didn’t think I could feel any more pain and hurt than I already have in my life, but this, this is enough to cut me to my core.
“Oh, Cakes, what’s going on?”
I shake my head, unable to speak. I don’t have words for this. He promised me forever. What did I do so wrong? How could he break my heart like this?
Elise takes the letter from me and murmurs as she reads it aloud to herself.
“I’m sorry to do this, but I want to consider your feelings and be honest with you. This is never going to work. We’re not right for each other.
“I never meant to lead you on and give you false hope. I’ve known for a while this thing between us isn’t going anywhere. I tried to get that through to you.
“I probably should have sat you down and talked to you, but I don’t know if that would have done any good. So this is goodbye. Please accept my wishes. Don’t call, don’t text, don’t contact me anymore.
“I want to make this a clean break and think this should be our last encounter. I wish you well and hope you find what you’re looking for. Trevor,” Elise finishes reading.
“What the fuck?” she growls. “This reads like you two are fucking strangers. This doesn’t even make sense. He gets out of the hospital and this is the first shit he decides to write and send to you? Un-fucking-believable.”
I shake my head. “It’s okay. I’ll respect his wishes. I’m not going home after all.
“I’ll block his number and let my family know I don’t want to hear about him or know anything about his life.”
“Lynn, something isn’t right,” Elise tries.
“No,” I bellow. “That’s his fucking handwriting. It’s over. He doesn’t want me. Let it go. I am.”
I curl into a ball on the floor and hold myself tightly. I’ve lost more than a boyfriend. I’ve lost a friend, a dream.
What did I do? Why has he become so cold? Will I survive this? Because it doesn’t feel like it.
“Daddy was right,” I sob into my knees as I lie on the floor.
As much as I wish I could turn back time, I don’t think it would matter. To think I was going to give all this up for him. Now I’m nothing to him, not even good enough to say those words to my face.
Elise comes to sit beside me and starts to stroke my hair. “I’m so sorry, Cakes.”
“Promise me something,” I whimper.
“Anything, you know that.”
“Promise me. Promise you won’t try to contact him or fix this. I want to forget about him. I’ve hurt enough.”
“We won’t even mention his name anymore. Consider him erased.”
“Thanks, Elise.”
“I’m here for whatever you need. You’re stuck with me, kid. I love you like my own.”
“I love you too.”