Before The Storm (Against All Odds) by Barnholdt Kels

Author:Barnholdt, Kels [Barnholdt, Kels]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-06-21T04:00:00+00:00

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You never really know how attached you are to your cell phone until you lose it.

It’s something you can carry around with you every single day without a second thought, like you will have it forever. The truth is though, it’s a very powerful thing. It connects you to the people you need, the people you want, and maybe even to some people you don’t want to want.

The phone my Aunt Jenna has waiting for me in the drawer is now sitting on my bed like it’s the very first present I see under the tree on Christmas morning. It’s a clean, white iPhone, sparkling and perfect. Mo and I are just sitting side by side on my bed staring at it.

I should just call her, I say to myself for what feels like the one hundred thousandth time. It’s just you can’t really have this type of conversation over the phone, you know?

Mo takes a tiny step farther away from me, letting me know that yes, he is listening, but that I shouldn’t try for anything more, because if I do he will run and hide, leaving me to have conversations with myself instead of my aunt’s dog.

I’ve had Angelina’s number memorized for as long as I can remember. I’ve dialed it a hundred million times. So how can I be having so much trouble dialing it just this once? One time.

I’m just so overwhelmed. I’ve already decided to tell her the truth about what happened to me. She’s my best friend. There’s no way in hell she’ll ever believe I ran off for three months and didn’t even bother to call her to let her know, especially because she knows how crazy I am about Nathan.

Plus, she can totally tell when I’m lying. No way in hell is she buying any bullshit story about a long lost aunt I’ve been all too happy to run off with.

For the moment, however, I have to deal with the fact that I really don’t know anything about this phone. I mean, what if my aunt is like monitoring my calls? Or printing off my text messages to make sure that I’m staying on track? It sounds crazy, I know, but does it really? Up until not too long ago I thought someone getting taken from his or her bed in the middle of the night and brought to a boot camp was crazy, but somehow that happened to me. Why can’t this?

There’s a loud knock on my bedroom door. I push the phone quickly under the pillow like it’s a piece of forbidden fruit someone might take away if they see me with it.

Mo must have the same feeling because he dives under the pillow along with my phone, allowing only his little black nose out for air.

“Come in,” I say.

I’m expecting my aunt, but instead a large man with a beard and dark brown hair enters. I would’ve thought someone was coming to take me back to the wellness center if he didn’t have such a huge grin spread across his face.

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