Life by M. Piper

Author:M. Piper [Piper, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-21T16:00:00+00:00

“You always did have a knack of getting out of trouble,” Annette says, bringing me out of my daydream. I don’t know when she came in but I hope it wasn’t anywhere near the beginning of that. I manage to chuckle to myself. I probably shouldn’t add those parts in, but that was our relationship to the core. Lately I’ve been getting so into telling these stories to Millie that all I can focus on is the words. It may be helping her, but they’re helping me, too. It brings me back to a better time in our lives. Back to a better time when all I was worried about was trespassing. I’d take those fines over what I’m living through now in an instant.

“Never got your daughter in trouble, Annette,” I groan, standing up and stretching out.

“Why don’t you take a break? Go home for a few hours and take a nap.” Her eyes are on the bandage around Millie’s head and my heart sinks in my chest because I know the feeling she’s having right now. In the last two days I’ve gotten used to it, but the first time I walked into this room and she was all bandaged up I completely broke down.

I glance between her and Millie and shake my head.

“I could use some fresh air,” I mumble. “I’ll be back in ten.”

“I’d like some time alone with my daughter, please, Owen.” She pins me with that glare that she’s so good at. The one that makes me feel three inches tall.

“Okay,” I manage to push out, even though my head is screaming at me that I can’t leave. I need to be here. “I’ll be back later tonight.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, setting her purse down. I glance behind me as I walk out the door and pause, watching her sit by Millie’s side and take her hand in hers. She’s not a bad mom, as much as I hate to admit it. She’s great with the boys and she’s always been supportive of us, but she’s also incredibly judgmental and I don’t want that stress on Millie right now.

The minute I step into the waiting room I see Monty across the room on his phone. He glances up and when he sees me his eyes flash to the other side of the room. I follow his gaze where I see my coach sitting on the phone.

My eyebrows shoot up in question as I walk towards Monty.

“You brought him here?” I hiss, rubbing the back of my neck. I don’t dislike my coach. It’s actually completely the opposite. But I thought I made it clear to Monty that I didn’t want to visitors.

“He strong handed me, man. The guy has a way of getting what he wants.”

“Fuck,” I huff, feeling so weak I just want to sit down. I haven’t slept in days. I’ve only eaten one meal since the surgery. I practically live off coffee and the only thing keeping me going anymore is

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