Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Spinning around quickly, I knock over a side table, another surge of anger grips me, sinking its claws deep into my flesh. Fury overtakes me, and I kick the stupid table. The flimsy piece of plywood fly’s through the air and crashes into the door with a loud bang. I’m too far gone to care though.
When I finally find the bottle of wine tucked under my bed, my dorm room is ripped to shreds, kinda like my heart, right now. Tattered. Bleeding. Broken. Ignoring the destruction entirely, I settle down on the bed, and unscrew the wine bottle, and start taking big gulps. I’m so enthralled by the alcohol that I almost miss the knocking at the door.
Annoyed by the interruption of my self-pity, I stomp to the door, and rip it open with an angry, “What?” The word gets caught in my throat when I see who is standing in front of me.
Shit. Fuck. I’m so fucked.
“Ms. Kline,” the dorm monitor scowls at me. It’s the same lady who wrote me a warning just yesterday. Her gaze drops to the wine bottle in my hand before she leans over to look past me, and into the room. “Pack your things. You are expected to leave the premise immediately.”
“You can’t….” I’m floundering, mouth gaping open like a fish caught on a line, “I have nowhere else to go.”
“I guess you should’ve thought about that before you decided to break the rules. This isn’t high school, and we’re not your parents, Ms. Kline. We will treat you like an adult here because you are an adult.”
Like a small child, I feel the need to stomp my foot and throw a tantrum, scream that I don’t have parents anymore, but even I know that won’t change anything. I’ve broken the rules and just like everything in my life, I will now have to live with the consequences.
“Whatever,” I growl, heading for the closet. I’ll just have to find a new place to stay. How hard can that be? I find my suitcase, and head over to the dresser stuffing my clothing inside of it, I throw a few more of my belongings haphazardly inside until it’s full, then, I zip it up. Grabbing my backpack on the way to the door.
“Anything else I will have your roommate package up for you.”
“Thanks...” I wait for her to move, and when she does, I bolt from the room. Halfway down the hall, I hear a cackling from a group of girls. I don’t know why since I’m already in a heap of bullshit, but I turn around and look at them. Arabella and the slut barbie brigade are standing there laughing at me, while I’m forced to leave the dorms.
“Buh, bye.” One of them taunts, waving goodbye.
“Bitches,” I mumble under my breath as I descend the stairs, pulling the suitcase down the stairs behind me carelessly. I’ve got more important things to think about right now.
Like where the hell I’m going to sleep tonight?
9
Sebastian
The last week has been just as bad as the week before, if not worse. Lily is now the last thing I think about at night, and the first thing that pops into my head in the morning. Her beautiful features are engraved in my mind. I find I even yearn for the way she smells, but most of all, I dream about holding her again, feeling her in my arms the way I did last week. I want that, her, all of it, so badly, I can feel the want and need burning through my veins.
Gripping the steering wheel a little tighter, I will the thoughts away and try to concentrate on the road ahead of me. There isn’t much to focus on though. I’ve taken the short drive from campus to my house so many times, I could probably drive it blindfolded.
Reaching over to fiddle with the radio, I turn on some music, hoping for a welcome distraction. I only glance down to find the button for a second, but when I look back up, I notice a petite figure walking on the sidewalk, pulling a suitcase behind her.
Hmmm. I almost pass the woman, but quickly realize that her body looks very familiar. The way she walks, the curves of her figure, and the way her hips sway slightly with each step. It grips me.
Is that Lily?
No, it can’t be. Why the hell would it be her? Still, the nagging feeling won’t subside, so I slow the car down and pull over to the side of the road. I watch her approaching in the rearview mirror. She looks up and notices me in the car, stopping dead in her tracks. It’s already dark outside but even in the dim light, thanks to the streetlamp above us, I know it’s her.