Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
With that, he walked out of the room. I slumped against the wall as soon as I was alone, my heart thumping hard against my breastbone. I swallowed thickly.
I had a feeling that what Ryan said was true; I had just dug myself into an even deeper hole.
Dad always said I had a habit of doing that.
And this time, I might have to learn how to survive by myself.
2
I glared at the television in front of me. I'd been sitting in this room all day listening to people on the television drone on and on about stupid nonsense that I didn’t give a damn about. After a while, I got annoyed with it and shut it off, not to mention, the constant flashes of color when the room had grown dark had been making my damn eyes hurt. Now, I was just sitting alone in the dark room, peace and quiet surrounding me. No one was bothering me, and I could wallow in my misery in peace.
I wanted to go home.
I snatched the bottle of Jack off the end table by the couch and swallowed some of it. I'd found the bottle stashed in the kitchen along with numerous other bottles of liquor. I was hoping I would eventually get drunk enough to not care about all of this bullshit for a little while.
Bang.
I heard the front door slam, and then, male voices filled the house. I tightened my hold on the neck of the bottle in my hand. Travis and some of the other guys, including Ryan and Luke—I’d learned his name a little while ago from Grace—had been gone most of the day, and I’d been enjoying their absence.
I clenched my free fist into a tight ball. I was angry—furious.
I wanted to fucking go home.
The light flickered on, and I cursed, holding up the bottle to shield my eyes. Once my eyes adjusted, I lowered the bottle, looking up. Travis's eyes connected with mine. I glared up at him. "What the fuck are you doing?" he spat at me.
"Drinking my sorrows away," I snarkily responded. I then proceeded to take a long swallow from the bottle.
"And what sorrows could you possibly have to fucking drink away, Katie?" he ground out.
How about the fact that I was still stuck here? Better yet, how about I was trying to forget about what the hell I did a couple of nights ago? My skin crawled at the mere thought of it, and I shoved it to the back of my mind again, where I’d been trying to keep it locked away all day.
Fuck Travis.
I set the bottle aside and jumped up from the couch, shoving my hands against his shoulders. The fact that he wasn't expecting it made him stumble back a step, but he quickly regained his footing, glaring down at me, his breathing picking up as his rage increased. "I'm fucking stuck here because your boys can't do a fucking job right!" I yelled at him. He narrowed his eyes at me. "None of this shit would have happened in the first place if you had just gotten off your lazy ass and did the job yourself! Check yourself, asshole!"
He clenched his fists at his sides so tightly that his knuckles turned white. For a moment, I feared he might hit me. Instead, he released a harsh breath, regaining some control over his temper, and I relaxed a little. "What I wouldn’t give to fucking snap your little neck right now, you fucking ungrateful bitch. You piss me off beyond belief," he snarled.
I glared at him, no longer worried that he might decide to knock me out. "I fucking hate you," I spat at him, pure venom coating my words. “You’re ruining my fucking life.”
He snatched the bottle from the small table and threw it against the wall, the bottle shattering right beside my head. I flinched, my heart knocking hard against my breastbone. "I’m ruining your fucking life?" he asked me, a lethal tone to his voice. "Ever since you’ve been brought into mine, it's been nothing but hell. I tried being nice to you, but you just threw it back in my face by announcing you’re part of the Bloody Royals. You're a heartless bitch, Katie Holland, and a fucking selfish, ungrateful one at that. You deserve to rot in hell. Everything that's happened in your life, you've brought upon yourself."
I slapped him, leaving a very red handprint on his cheek. I stormed out of the room and down the hall to the kitchen. If I was going to have to deal with his shit for God only knew how long, then I was going to need a hell of a lot more liquor—preferably something strong.
"Don't you fucking walk away from me!" Travis roared.
I was way too pissed off to give a fuck about how angry he was at that moment. "I'll do whatever I fucking want!" I yelled back at him as I entered the kitchen. "You don't fucking control me!"