Broken Dreams (Broken Series) by Pendleton Dawn

Author:Pendleton, Dawn [Pendleton, Dawn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-11-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Rainey

LA wasn’t as glamorous as I remembered. In my head, it was pretty and sparkly, but in reality, it was crowded and hot, a little dirty , and void of emotion. In a sense, I wanted the emotional void, but it was still a lot to take in.

Of course, I was also facing a death sentence, which severely tarnished my perspective. Deciding not to get treatment had been a no-brainer, since it would only temporarily prolong a very sickly life. What I wanted was to enjoy what little time I had left.

Why I thought I belonged here, I’d never know. But I was here, which meant I was going to make the best of it. I glanced at my phone and ignored several texts from Baker, Luke, Mallory , and Gabby. There was even a stray message from Wolfe: Are you okay?

Since I didn’t have any answers for anyone, I didn’t reply. Texting back would lead to phone calls, and I couldn’t handle that. I was a coward for my actions, I knew, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to get out, to get away. It was a harsh reality I was facing.

Death was hardly one of those things people thought about on a serious note until someone around them died, and I was dealing with my own mortality, which was far more intense. Three months, I thought. Three more months to live. It wasn’t enough. There were still so many things I wanted to do with my life.

To distract myself on the plane to LA, I made a list of the things I wanted to do before I died. Then I threw it away when the drink cart came by and ordered a rum and cola. Even though alcohol usually made me sick, for whatever reason, it soothed my nerves on the plane. Then when I landed in LA, I spent several minutes in the airport bathroom, getting sick. Once I freshened up a bit, I met my aunt at baggage claim.

“Rainey!” she called, running toward me.

Brittney was my father’s younger sister, and was very hip. Aside from the fact that she was only twelve years older than me, she was more like an older sister than an aunt. She supported all my decisions regarding the leukemia, even when they weren’t the right decisions. Like keeping it a secret for so long. And not telling Baker.

I thought about texting him the truth, but I knew that was rude. I needed to call him, but I also needed to clear my head.

LA was full of life, even late at night when I arrived. It was well after dark and Brittney ushered me to her sporty car, refusing to let me carry any more than my purse. So I walked a few steps behind her and watched, bemused, as she awkwardly carried my suitcase and duffel. It was comical.

She tucked me into bed that night without so much as a question as to why I was back. I knew the morning would bring an inquisition, and it did.

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