THIS STORY CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE AND MATURE THEMES THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18
Although this book does contain a couple love scenes this is not a smut filled book, and is instead more of a sweet, emotion filled romance...
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After going back to our separate rooms, all I can think about is my mom. I hated her. Everything she did, everything she didn't do, everything that she set back and let happen to the one person in the world she was supposed to protect. But part of me is still grieving. Part of me is hurt and broken now, knowing she is gone and is never coming back. And it's hard to process. It's hard to make sense of.
This woman, whom I have every reason in the world to hate and do, right now, I just can't. Part of me struggles to comprehend it. Why am I so sad about a death that should only bring me peace?
So many thoughts swirl in my head, and I look at the nightstand and the phone thats cradled safely on the hook. Swallowing back emotions, I pick up the receiver and dial the number for the student helpline I created.
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Heather goes to her room after Bart and Ann leave for their hotel, and I go to mine.
All in our own respective private spaces to deal with things alone.
We each know the others are there, but some things have to be processed by yourself, and it's only when I'm away from them that the anger comes back with vengeance. The words in the letter beat and bang their way around my brain, and I lose it.
I look around at my room, and I can't help but want to destroy everything in it.
A part of me knows that it won't help, but the urge to inflict some of the hurt I'm feeling towards each innocent, inanimate object is too strong.
I turn, looking at each thing, thinking about what I'm going to attack first, and when I turn towards my bed, I see the painting Heather gave me, and a switch is flipped.
The hurt and anger are still there, all of it, but I no longer want to rage. Instead, I stand up on the bed, grab the picture off the nail, and cradle it to my chest.
I sit down with it in my hand and look at the phone bearing the new sticker for the number to Call Confidental and decide to use it.
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