#4) by Hazel Grace

Author:Hazel Grace [Hazel Grace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-28T04:00:00+00:00

Shoving another handful of T-shirts into my antique suitcase, I don’t stop to think, just do. Jake is flying me back to New York with him for “as long as I want” so I can get out of Freemont. I want out of here forever, but Jake continuously wants to argue that I have Dad’s business to run.

Thing is, I’m done with it.

Mom is going to have to figure it out. I can’t go back into that office again and sit in his chair. I can’t look at the stupid decorations hanging on the walls that he never took down when he took over the brokerage.

I can’t do the job anymore.

There’s no energy left in me, no urge to continue on with listings and sales.

I just need a fucking break.

I need away from every stupid ass memory that this town has to offer me. I’ve never been completely happy here. It was always an uphill battle to be just that. A fresh start, somewhere that I can breathe for once in my damn life is what I need.

Zipping my suitcase, I begin to sit on my bed but stop myself from doing so. If I sit, I’ll think, and if I think, then I’ll cry. I’ll sob over everything that has happened over the course of the last eleven days. I’ll ponder on the fact that Colson tried to come to Dad’s funeral but Jake kicked him out.

I may have threatened that if Jake told me anything Colson said I was going to cut his balls off.

Violent, yes, I know, but it worked.

Jake has been doing all my running around in town because I don’t want to deal with a run-in with you-know-who.

I don’t want the awkward talk.

I don’t want to see him.

I don’t want to read his text messages that are still blowing up my phone, which reminds me that I need to change my phone number.

I decided to tell Mom that I was leaving when I got to New York so I didn’t have to hear her wailing on the phone that this was a bad idea and she needed me. It’d end up with me hanging up on her because of all the “phone lines and dead zones of the city.”

Skylar wouldn’t give two shits, I feel the same because she was nothing but worthless the whole time we planned Dad’s funeral. It became more of a pity party for all her friends. Not once did I see a tear roll down her face while I was on the verge of collasping on the ground and screaming at the top of my lungs for everyone to get the fuck out of the funeral home.

Rolling my suitcase to the door, the last thing on my to-do list is tell my landlord to hold my mail. She’s going to ask me when I’m coming back, is my rent going to still be on time, if I need her to come in and watch my shit.

Might as well get the annoying shit over with right now so I can just be done with it.

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