August & Colin | WRU series | book 1
We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control.
I took a risk. I paid the price.
I made a mistake. I felt the guilt.
I lied. I lie.
I loved. I try not to.
I hurt. I still do.
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Three years ago
61 sheep.
62 sheep.
"All you ever do is think about yourself." Her voice is sharp as a knife, and even though it's directed at my dad, it's my heart that starts bleeding.
63 sheep.
64 sheep.
"Myself?" His raised tone startles me, sending shivers down my spine. "I'm working my ass off to make sure you can live the life you want." My dad screams and between every single one of his words, I wish for it to stop.
65 sheep.
66 sheep.
"If you'd ever be here to listen you'd know what I want. Then you'd know this isn't it." Her hands slam down on the kitchen counter and tears spring in my eyes at the sound, ripping my heart in two.
67 sheep.
68 sheep.
My dad's eyes land on me and his face immediately softens, yet before he can clarify anything I just heard, I remove the lump from my throat to whisper hoarsely, "I'm going to Brooke's sleepover. I'll be back tomorrow around noon."
69 sheep.
70 sheep.
A tear rolls down as I open my eyes, hoping the memory would stop flashing through my mind. I push myself up from one of the two mattresses that are covering the floor and glance over my shoulder at a spooning Brooke and Lucie. An immediate warmth pushes away the ice inside my veins as I watch them peacefully snuggled up to each other and I bite back a chuckle when a few loud snores originating from Lucie's small body vibrate through the room.
I feel blessed.
The moment I arrived with red, puffy eyes, they threw their arms around me, and the second I felt their love through their hug, I showed the crack that had been created moments before.
I had been cracked like a glass hitting the ground at a perfect angle. And if it bounces back and hits the ground a second time, the glass would break into a million pieces. However, before I could hit the ground a second time, they caught me in their arms and didn't let go. They didn't force me to talk, they just hugged me, silently whispering they'd listen if I wanted to talk. And when I muttered I just wanted to forget everything, they swamped me into a girl's night without questions.
We watched Starstruck and sang along with every song, we gushed over Christopher Wilde's blue eyes and how badly we wanted to be Jessica Olsen. We overate on popcorn, pizza, and candy, and somewhere in the middle of our late-night talks, they'd fallen asleep from a sugar overdose.
I, on the other hand, am still wide awake.
As silently as possible, I stand up, deciding to head downstairs for a glass of water since my 70 sheep didn't do the trick.
