Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“No one asked you, Autumn,” he retorts, shaking his head and turning toward the four of us. “Who is with me?” He looks at the four of us. “Should we take off or what?”
“We can’t leave until the fire is out.” Charlie motions with his head toward the fire that is still going strong. No doubt trying to calm the situation.
“No problem.” Waylon storms to the side of the porch where they keep the hose. Dragging it to the firepit, he puts out the fire in no time. “There, now let’s get the fuck out of here.”
“I think we’re going to go home,” I state, not wanting to be around him when he’s in this kind of mood. “I have an early morning,” I lie, and I know the girls know I’m lying since I told them I had nothing planned.
“Fuck that,” Waylon spits out, going back over to the truck, “get your ass in the truck.” My back goes up, and I’m about to say something, but I don’t have a chance to because Brock does.
“Watch the tone, man,” Brock warns him, and he just laughs it off, as he does with everything.
“It’s all good, man,” Waylon assures him. “Let’s just get out of here and get to the bar. Then if you guys want to leave, I’ll drive you home.” He looks back at me. “There, happy?”
Brock and I share a look, and then we glance over at Jennifer and Charlie. I'm not sure what to do, but I know I don’t want to go anywhere with him when he’s in this mood. “Let’s go, people.” Waylon swings his arm around and around to get us moving toward the truck.
The four of us start walking to the truck. “I’ll drive,” Autumn offers. “I can drive.” She walks over to Waylon, who just glares at her. She ignores his glare and smiles at him. “I can drive you around for once.” Her voice goes soft as she holds on to his hips, but he shakes off her hands.
“No way.” He shakes his head. “My truck, I drive.”
“Waylon,” she murmurs in a plea.
“Get in the truck,” he orders her, his tone tight like he’s losing his patience with her, his teeth clenched together, “or fucking walk home.”
“Relax,” Charlie finally jumps in, trying to break up the drama with the two of them, “we’re supposed to be having fun.”
“I’d be having more fun if we could get the fuck out of here,” Waylon almost snarls, stomping over to the truck. “Now get the fuck in the truck, or else I’ll leave you all here.”
“I don’t know if that would be a bad thing,” I finally mumble as Brock chuckles beside me, pulling me to him and kissing my temple.
“I’m not sitting in the front. That’s for sure,” Autumn says, and I look at Brock, who just shakes his head.
“I’ll sit in the front,” Jennifer offers. “That way, the two of them will be happy at least.”
“No way.” Charlie shakes his head. “You sit in the back. I’ll sit with him up front.”
“Fine,” Jennifer relents, watching Autumn get into the back seat, leaving the back door open for Jennifer to get in after her. I follow her and get on my side as much as possible so Brock can get in and shut the door.
The driver’s window is open, and I see Waylon finish his water bottle and tossing it out the window. “Let’s go, bro.” He smirks at me and then at Charlie, who shakes his head but gets into the truck.
Waylon turns his truck around and speeds up at the same time. He puts the music on a bit louder. “Love this song!” he shouts, turning down the long stretch of road lined with trees on each side.
“He’s being more reckless than normal,” I whisper to Brock, who tightens his hold on me even more.
“Can you focus on the road, please?” Autumn asks what everyone is thinking.
“Can you focus on the road?” Waylon mimics her as he picks up his speed and goes even faster. “Pain in my ass,” he grumbles and then turns his head around to talk to Autumn, taking his eyes completely off the road. “You’re a pain in my ass. You focus on the fucking road.” My eyes go from watching Waylon shout at Autumn to the flash of light that looks like it is coming straight for us.
“Watch out!” I shout to Waylon, who stops looking at Autumn and looks ahead. “Oh my God, we’re going to hit him.” My eyes are on the road in front of me as the headlights look like they are getting closer and closer to us. It feels as if the car is heading straight toward us. The sound of honking now fills the outside noise.
He jerks the truck right, going off onto the gravel and then quickly turns the wheel to the other side. The sound of metal scraping now fills the truck. I don’t know who yells first, me or Jennifer beside me. I’m now completely on Brock’s lap, holding on to his arms around me as Jennifer slides to the middle of the bench. It takes a second, or maybe even less, for us to feel like we are flying through the air. I look at Brock, the fear in his face. “I love you,” I whisper before my eyes shut, and I hear the crunching of metal. The blackness hits me as I feel like I’m being shoved forward.