Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 150968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Coach gets right in my face, and I meet his eyes. I don’t back down or cower at his glare. “You either focus, or I bench you for the rest of the season,” he threatens, his voice low and dark.
Yeah, he won’t do that.
His glare sharpens when I scoff. “You think I’m bluffing, boy?”
I simply shrug. He knows I’m good, an asset to the team. My nonchalant response is only pissing him off more and I can’t help but grin. Apparently, angering people has been my favorite hobby lately. “You lose my game, and I’ll make sure you say goodbye to your future football career, Bennett.”
Maddox grabs me by the collar and pulls me back. “Sorry, Coach. He’ll focus now.” I lower myself onto the bench and stretch my legs out in front of me. “You will, Colton. Won’t you?”
Maddox’s shadowed gaze is imploring. Don’t fuck this up, he’s trying to silently tell me.
I release a deep breath and then nod. “Yeah, okay. I lost focus for a minute there. I’m sorry, Coach.”
Coach glares one more time at us before stalking away. I tear off my helmet as Maddox sits down beside me. He quietly hands me a bottle of water and I take it. Chugging half of the bottle, I close my eyes and inhale. Then exhale another deep breath.
“Are you going to say something to me?” I ask, keeping my eyes closed.
Maddox chuckles drily. “I would talk if I thought you’d listen. But I have a feeling I’m only going to waste my breath right now.”
“We’re still winning the game,” I complain, almost petulantly. “I don’t understand why Coach has to chew my ass out like that.”
“You know damn well why he’s mad.” Maddox knocks the back of my head with his fist. It’s both playful and a warning. “Don’t be a little shithead. This is not like you.”
“You focus, and we win the game. Then, we party.” Maddox stands up, pushing his messy hair back into a sloppy man bun. And then he puts his helmet back on.
I roll my eyes. “By party, you mean—
“Pussy.” Maddox winks.
I ignore the way my stomach revolts at the idea. Giving my best friend the smirk he expects, I follow him out of the locker room and back on the field.
***
The moment I get home, I know something is wrong. It’s late, almost midnight, but the lights are still on. I bite back a curse.
I guess Coach called my father already. He probably enjoyed ratting my ass out to Daddy Dearest. Fuck.
Maybe if I sneak back out, I’ll avoid the drama tonight. But it’s too late. He already knows I’m home. In my peripheral vision, I see his shadow looming at the top of the stairs. “In my office, now.” His voice is cold and furious.
Irritation bubbles through me. But fear also accompanies it. I hope Cole is already sleeping. I don’t want him to hear what’s about to go down tonight. My fists clench in apprehension. Jesus Christ, I really fucking hope Cole is asleep.
He doesn’t need to see any more of this.
I drop my bags in the foyer and walk up the stairs. My muscles are sore from the game tonight. And even though we won, my focus didn’t get better during the last half of the game. Coach was so pissed, I think he blew a blood vessel. Maddox was annoyed, but he didn’t chew my ass out.
I wasn’t even in the mood to party tonight. Cole left as soon as the game ended. He didn’t even bother waiting for me. I was going to suggest he come to the bonfire party tonight, like always. Like how it’s always been before the accident. Maybe a change of scenery would do him good, but he disappeared as soon as the crowd started cheering for Berkshire’s victory.
I know he still mourns for Josie. But it’s more than that.
He also mourns for his lost football career.
He mourns for his leg…and the limp that will accompany him for the rest of his life. He mourns for what could have been and what it is now.
Even as his twin, I can’t do anything to pacify my brother. Fuck, he barely even talks to me anymore. He’s just there…a walking shell, a living corpse.
I enter my father’s office, and my breath expels out of me in a loud whoosh. Cole is inside, sitting on the couch. He’s gripping the armrest so tightly, his knuckles are white.
Sienna is also there, leaning against the shelves in her robe. The belt is undone, and her maroon silky night dress peeks out from underneath. She’s still got a face full of makeup and her hair is nicely styled. This only means one thing, and my heart dips in the pit of my stomach.
I close the door behind me. Cole is staring at the ground; his body so tense I can see the rigid outline of his muscles through his shirt. My father pours himself a glass of whiskey and he takes a slow sip, his gaze on me. He watches me closely, taking his sweet time with his drink.