Ever by Jessa Russo

Author:Jessa Russo
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781620070888
Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press
Published: 2012-09-19T22:00:00+00:00

Four weeks had slowly crept by since I’d seen or heard from Toby.

Four miserable weeks.

I kept waiting for him to knock on my door and apologize or say something to fix what happened, but … nothing. He hadn’t even fought for me. Hadn’t tried to make it right. My boyfriend dumped me on the day of my dad’s funeral. I was angry and hurt and so mad at myself for allowing him into my life in the first place. I felt like a bit of a loser at times, but mostly I was just pissed off.

And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss him terribly.

He was out of town again. Or so I assumed. I hadn’t seen his car in at least a week. I knew I shouldn’t monitor him, now that we clearly weren’t together, but I couldn’t help myself. It would be so much better if he didn’t live right next door to me. Of all the luck.

My nightmares ceased, leaving me a bit confused about their existence in the first place, as well as leaving my room free of ghostly visitors.

Frankie kept his distance from me, knowing I was dealing with the death of my father and the death of my relationship. I knew he must have been pleased Toby was out of the picture, which angered me greatly, the longer I stewed about it. My misdirected anger was ridiculous, but being angry at Frankie was easier than being in love with him, so whatever. Unfortunately, it didn’t get rid of those feelings completely, and my love for him remained a background noise. I pushed the noise aside, allowing myself to be mad instead. I knew it was wrong and slightly childish to blame Frankie for the failure of my relationship with Toby, but what could I say? Sometimes people acted irrationally in love.

My mom was a total mess, which helped me avoid any motherly inquiries regarding Toby’s sudden departure from my life and my decision to delay college—though any lectures on that subject would have been pointless because I’d made up my mind—but my worry for her was a lot to handle. So was the sudden onset of responsibilities. My mom didn’t even get out of bed most of the time. It was like, as soon as she was no longer worried that I’d kill myself, she allowed herself to feel the grief she’d been ignoring.

And then, she allowed that grief to swallow her whole.

With only one parent in the house, and that one parent on hiatus for an undisclosed amount of time, I had to step up and make sure things got done around here. I didn’t have to worry about bills, luckily, as my dad’s life insurance took care of those for a long while, and Sharon came over weekly to monitor our financial status and keep it all up to date.

I had to do all the other stuff. Since my mom could no longer cope with day-to-day life, I was stuck doing the housework, yard work, and errands.

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