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Authors: Shantel Tessier

I text Holly and tell her to get ready for lunch
and I send out a message to Missy and Courtney to see if they want to do some
shopping on their lunch break.

Then I hurry to get ready and head out of the hotel
room.

“Hello, ma’am.” A good-looking
younger man greets me as I walk into the Acura dealership. I don’t really know
what I want, this just happened to be the first dealership I spotted.

“Hello,” I say nicely.

“What can I do for you today?”

“I would like to trade in my Tahoe.”

“Well you came to the right place. What are you
looking for?” he says as I follow him into his little office.

I sit down in front of his desk. “It doesn’t
matter. I want black and I want it to be a two-seater.” The voice inside my
head is telling me Slade will be pissed when he finds out about this. I smile
and choose to ignore it.

“What price range are you looking at?” he asks,
returning the nice smile.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Doesn’t matter?” He raises an eyebrow, surprised.

“No, the price does not matter. Something sporty
with two seats,” I request excitedly. I already feel better about this day.
Fuck Slade and his I’m not good enough shit, and fuck his trying to control
everything.

“Here are some brochures of our selections.” He
hands me a handful of pamphlets and I instantly like the one that reminds me of
a little spaceship. It has NSX written next to it. “I want this one.” I hold it
up.

He looks up and his eyes get big. “Those run around
one hundred and seventy five thousand dollars, ma’am.” Then he looks at my
Tahoe parked outside.

“Don’t worry.” I wave a hand. “I’ll pay the
difference,” I tell him, digging into my purse for my phone. “Will a wire
transfer work?” I ask, pulling up my contacts.

He nods his head, eyes still big as half-dollars.

Not an hour after transferring the money and the
salesman trying to take care of me by having my new car washed and detailed, I
am on my way to pick up Holly to do some shopping, before we meet up with
Courtney and Missy for a late lunch. I feel like I need to get away for a
couple of days. I need to take a trip back to Tulsa and take care of the last few
things left. For some reason, I just feel like it’s time. I don’t know if it
was my fight with Slade or what, I just feel ready to let go. I’m tired of all
this fighting and the fact that someone might be after one of us. So, I’m going
to clear my life of all the baggage that I can.

With a big smile, I shift my car into third and
speed down the highway.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

 

I sit behind my desk at
work as I look across the room to my open door. I haven’t done shit today
except replay the words I said last night. Plus the fact that I missed half the
morning doesn’t do well for me. I’m just stuck on last night and our fight this
morning.

I can see where she thought my words were aimed
toward her. I mean, I did tell her that her job was not important, and I should
have never said that. I was just pissed and scared, but I don’t know why she
doesn’t quit that job. It’s not as if I’m embarrassed of her working there.
It’s just not safe. Fuck, everything she seems to do has potential to be
harmful to her.

“Slade.”

I blink and see my dad standing in my office with
my brother beside him.

“What?” I ask, looking down to some papers in front
of me.

“I’ve been calling your name, Son, for about two
minutes,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What is it?” I glance at my clock and realize I
have been sitting here daydreaming since I got to work.

“What is going on with you and Sam?” he asks as he
and Micah both take a seat in front of my desk.

Shit! I do not want to talk about this.

“Nothing.”

“That’s not what Holly said,” Micah responds, getting
my attention.

“What did Holly say?”

He shrugs with a small smile on his face.

“What the fuck did she say?” I demand.

I ignore my father’s frown at my tone. “Just that
she and Sam are out shopping in Sam’s new car.”

“What?” I bark. “What the fuck do you mean ‘new car’?”
When she left, she was driving her mom’s Tahoe.

He pulls his cell out of his pocket and proceeds to
mess with it for a few seconds as Dad starts to talk. “Did she leave you?”

I shake my head, trying to convince myself more
than him that things between us will be okay.

“Here it is,” Micah says, leaning over to hand me
his phone. “It is kick ass.”

I stand, taking his phone from his hand and look at
the picture while gripping it tightly. “What the fuck?” I growl, jaw clenched.
She bought a car that is smaller than her Z was. “What the fuck was she
thinking?”

“Son? I have a feeling I know why you two are
having problems right now.”

“You know nothing.”

He gives me a small smile. “It’s not hard to figure
it out.” He chuckles and I glare at him. “I tried to control your mother at one
time, too. She would push even harder. Then one day when she was six months
pregnant with you, she left me. I don’t even remember what the fight was
about.” He shrugs. “But it pissed her off enough to leave me.”

What? I had never heard about this. I never asked
about their marriage though either. I know my parents love each other. “How did
you get her back?” I might as well find out since he brought that up.

“What all men do, I begged and pleaded,” he answers
like it’s obvious.

I sit there thinking about how I can get her to
even listen to me. I know she is beyond pissed at me. The new car just further
proves that.

“I think she’s going to leave you,” Micah says
quietly.

“What?” I try to take in a deep breath. “What makes
you think that?”

“Holly said she was heading back to Tulsa for a
couple of days to get some stuff situated with her dad’s house, and she’s not
coming home until you leave for your business trip in a couple of days.”

I think that over. That could be a good thing.
Although I want her at home with me, it could be good for her to be away from
whoever wants to hurt her.

I think about that for a few moments when the
second part of his statement hits me. She’s not coming back until I leave town.
I don’t want her at our house by herself.

I immediately reach for my phone and dial my
client’s number. Micah and Father sit there the entire time as I convince my
client that I need to see him tomorrow instead of in a few days. It really
doesn’t take much persuading, it’s not as if meeting me earlier will hurt his
case. I hang up and dial the airlines to change my flights as they continue to
sit there and stare at me.

“What?” I say, hanging up the phone.

“You’re leaving today?”

“Tonight,” I clarify. “My client has agreed to meet
with me tomorrow morning. That way I will be here when she thinks I’m gone.” I
stand and start to gather my stuff. “Both of you.” I look to my father first,
then Micah. “Do not tell a soul that I left.”

They both swear they won’t as I lock up my office
and head home to pack an overnight bag. I will be there when she gets home and
I will show her exactly what I think of her trying to pull a fast one on me.
She has no idea how controlling I can be, and since the only place she allows
me to do that is in the bedroom, I’m going to have to up my game.

 

I drive my car down Highway
169 in Tulsa, Oklahoma as I get close to my father’s house. A realtor is coming
over first thing in the morning, and I also have a moving company scheduled for
in the morning. I am moving everything out of his place and putting it into my
mother’s house. I only plan on being here for two days. I am probably going to
be living off energy drinks and chips. I have already trashed this car. I have
sacks of clothes scattered all over the passenger seat as well as in the trunk
from shopping earlier today with Holly. I have bags of chips and Snickers’
wrappers all over the front seat and floorboard. I stopped off at the local
store and picked up some shampoo, a toothbrush, and stuff like that since I
didn’t want to go back to Slade’s house.

Speaking of Slade, he has tried calling me twice
earlier, and both times I hit ignore. I still have nothing to say to him. I’m
still pissed at the way he spoke to me. I don’t know how in the hell he found
me at the hotel, but I do know he’s going to be freaking out when he finds out
that I checked out and I’m not at home.

 

I slow down as I pull into
my father’s driveway. I haven’t been here since my senior year of high school.
I pull up to the front of his country style house and get out of my car,
grabbing a few of my bags.

I walk up to the garage and punch in the entry
code. Once the garage is up, I walk in and look at the two vehicles that still
sit in the garage. I run my fingertips over his red ‘69 Chevy. It still looks
as good as I remember, just a little dusty. I close the garage as I walk into
the house. It looks the exact same as I walk in, very rustic, with dark hardwood
floors and big area rugs placed throughout the house.

I walk downstairs to his den. It was his favorite
place. His wet bar is still there with alcohol lining the back of the wall. The
big brown suede couch sits in front of where the TV is mounted over the
fireplace. He has all kinds of animals hanging on the walls, from deer to
raccoons, and even his pet cat from when he was a kid. My dad saved everything.
I have never met someone who thought that everything was sentimental like he
did. Especially pets. The man would send anything to a taxidermist.

I lie down on the dusty sofa and look up. Closing
my eyes I take a deep breath as the smell of his house brings back so many
memories. Courtney and I watching movies down here eating ice cream and
popcorn; my father coming down to check on us and ask if we needed a refill or
to see if we had eaten all the ice cream. He usually watched the movie with us,
too. My dad never dated anyone. If he wasn’t at work, Courtney and I were
usually with him.

It’s weird how I can be in this house now without
falling apart. I miss him like crazy, but I know deep in my heart that he and Mom
are together. And that thought brings a smile to my face.

I let out a big sigh as I settle into the couch,
getting comfortable.

 

“What are you talking
about?” I slide Courtney a look before cramming popcorn into my mouth.

She laughs. “How can you not see it? The guy is
always staring at you,” she says, sitting beside me as she reaches over to the
popcorn that sits between my legs.

“So.” I shrug. “He stares at anything that has a
set of boobs.”

“You should go to prom with him. I plan on going
with his friend, Mason.” She tilts her head to the side in thought. “Or is his
name Blake?” she questions. “Anyway, it will be fun. He’s throwing a big party
at his house afterward.”

I shake my head. “We just started senior year.
How do you know who you’re going to go to prom with?” I grab a handful of popcorn.

“I’m good like that,” she states, taking a sip
of her Coke.

I nod my head in agreement. Courtney can get any
guy she wants whenever she wants them. She just has that air about her. She is
not only gorgeous, with her long legs and blonde hair, but she also has
confidence. I, on the other hand, am short and a little shy in the boy
department. I do however have a date next weekend with Chris. He is a new kid
this year. His parents divorced over the summer. He chose to live with his dad
his senior year and his father just happens to live one neighborhood over from
my mother. I haven’t told Courtney yet. If she knew, she would tell me not to
go, that dating the new kid would ruin my reputation. Then I would roll my eyes
at her and tell her to shut up.

“What are you girls up to?” my dad asks walking
into the room. I can see how my mother fell for him. He’s handsome even for an
older guy, with his dark hair and dark blue eyes. I watch women stare all the
time as he walks by. It always makes me giggle when he speaks to one, they hang
on his every word, and he doesn’t even know it.

“We are watching a movie,” I answer with a smile
on my face.

“Don’t you guys have school tomorrow? It’s
Monday.” He scratches the back of his neck like he’s trying to calculate the
day.

“Yep.” Courtney smiles up at him.

He turns to look at me after looking down at his
watch. “Are you not going home tonight? It’s past eleven.”

“No. We had planned on staying here. Is that
okay?”

He bends down, kissing me on the forehead. “Of
course, princess. Just make sure to let your mother know where you are at,” he
says before he pulls away and gives Courtney a hug goodnight.

I pull my cell out to text my mother and let her
know we are staying but then turn it right off in case she tries to call me to
tell me to come home. I don’t know why she does, she knows I’m not going to
listen and my dad won’t make me go home if I don’t want to. I hear Courtney’s
phone beep and I roll my eyes, thinking it’s my mother trying to get a hold of
us.

She drops her phone on her lap and spins her
head to face me, wide-eyed.

“What?” I say, going back to shoving popcorn in
my mouth.

“You are not going on that date next weekend.”

I roll my eyes. Here it goes….

 

I open my eyes to the quiet dark room. That was the
last time my dad ever kissed me goodnight. Courtney and I had stayed up all
night fighting over my date for the following weekend. It didn’t matter, I
ended up cancelling that date due to the news I received the next day.

We had slept in past first period and rushed to
school. On my way, I had called my dad, telling him thanks for letting us stay
over and sorry that I had missed seeing him that morning.

When I stayed with him, I always got up early
enough to make him breakfast. Not that morning. I later found out that I had
spoken with him twenty minutes before he had his car accident. If I had known
he only had twenty minutes to live, I would have told him thank you. Thank you
for always being there for me. Thank you for always loving me, even when I know
it was hard. He was always so kind and patient.

He would say, “
Princess, I love you no matter
what you do. Everyone slips up and does things that land us in trouble. It’s
what we take from those mistakes that make us a better person
.”

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