Page 27 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“We’re gonna try.” Sully finishes his smoke and throws the butt of the cigarette on the ground, then starts walking toward his bike.
“Wreck would kick your ass, you know,” I mumble when I bend over to pick up his leftover cigarette and make sure it’s completely out. Our VP has a thing for no littering.
“Not if I get him and his kid out of this fuckin’ club in one piece,” he retorts.
“We,” I call back to him and walk to my own bike. “Weare going to get him and his kid out.”
Sully gives me a smirk, then takes off into the night. I wait for a few moments to enjoy the sky full of constellations. As I watch, I think I see a shooting star. I get way too excited about it and make a wish.
I hope it won’t backfire.
9
Emily
“There isno way in fucking hell you are stepping one foot in Texas,” my father literally growls at me from his seat at the table.
We’ve been going back and forth like this for weeks. I am getting closer to the deadline the money needs to be signed over to me or they go to the Holy Bible place. Just no. I will not allow my mother’s parents to buy their way into people’s hearts.
“Dad,” I beg. “Mom would’ve wanted me to do this. You know why I’m doing it.”
“You. Do. Not. Need. Their. Fucking. Money.” He enunciates each word, almost spitting the final word.
“But…”
“I will give you all the money you want or need, Emily. All of it,” my father promises. “But I cannot allow you to go to Texas.”
The hateful tone of his voice almost takes my breath away.
“I know why,” I finally tell him. “Mom told me what happened.”
“When did she do that?” he calms down enough to ask.
“On that last day I saw her,” I explain quietly. “Right before she died.”
“What exactly did she tell you?”
“She told me about Adam, about their baby.” My voice shakes a bit at remembering our last conversation. “She told me that you saved her…”
My father’s eyes become dull in an instance.
“I am the reason she lost her baby,” he confesses in a monotone voice.
I stand up from my seat and walk around to get closer to him. I hop on his desk, just like I used to do when I was a little girl. I’d hang out with him a lot back then. He took it upon himself to give me all his attention, knowing that my mother didn’t have the energy for it.
“She never hated you for it, dad,” I touch his shoulder softly.
He doesn’t say anything for the longest time, but I see clear determination when he finally looks at me.
“If she was the reason anything would happen to you, I would hate her.”
I gasp in shock. “Dad…”
“No one harms my kid and gets away with it,” he declares more forcefully.
“Who’s going to hurt me there, dad?” I try some logic with him, although, I doubt it’ll work.
Steve’s been pushing me to get this money, too. He wants to invest it for me, keeps on saying what a wonderful thing this is. I’d rather just donate it all, to the charities of my choice, but I haven’t told him that. He was so wound up about the entire thing, the energy was exuding off him.
