Make Me Sweat by Cherie M Hudson

Author:Cherie M Hudson [Hudson, Cherie M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Book Boutiques
Published: 2018-01-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Life Isn’t A Fantasy

For the third time, I flagged down a taxi without any problem.

Settling into the back, I gave the driver the address for New Dawn Children’s Hospital and then pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contact list. I don’t know why. My head felt fuzzy, disconnected in some way. Watching the list of names move up the screen somehow helped calm me.

When my brain snagged on Caden’s name, I tapped the Message icon, let out a slow breath, and began typing.

Hey, Cade. The test came back and I’m not a match. I’m going to see if there’s any way Mum and Dad can be tested in Australia. And Ben, although as far as I know he’s in Nepal. Don’t mention it to them yet. Just thought I’d let someone from my family know what’s going on and you drew the short straw. Sorry about that, dude.

I hit Send. The digital whoosh filled the taxi, letting me know I’d successfully shared my misery with another person. How much I’d changed in a few short hours. The me that had left Australia would never have done such a thing.

I went to shove my phone back in my pocket but stopped. I found myself scrolling through my contacts again, swiping my thumb up and down the screen with a blind, blank motion. I ached. Not just in my heart, but everywhere. I pictured Charles Sinclair in front of me. Pictured telling the bastard to mind his own fucking business. Pictured demanding he tell me why I wasn’t good enough for his daughter.

I pictured Robby’s Rolex. His smug smirk as he handed me my shoes and my shirt with its musical-note farting dog on its front.

I thought of the pain in Amanda’s face as she confessed what her father had done, what he’d promised. I remembered the rapture when she came in the shower, on her sofa…

And then I watched my contact list with all its Australian numbers scroll up and down the screen. Numbers that included my Australian bank manager, my Australian real estate agent who was hard at work finding me a building for the first ever Push It P/T studio. Numbers that included my university boss, my professors… Heather’s number. Twenty-five years of life represented in those numbers. A life lived in Australia. A future planned there…

Did Charles Sinclair’s hate for me stem from the fact I wasn’t of an intellectual level he deemed appropriate for his daughter? Or because I lived on the other side of the world? Or both? Or neither? Would he ever change his mind?

I closed my eyes. I bet if I’d been a match for Tanner he would have. The thought made me grimace. I was being my own worst enemy and I couldn’t seem to stop it. I bet if my bone marrow had saved his grandson I’d be the best fucking guy in the world. He’d welcome me with open arms and—

My phone burst into life in my hand, jerking me out of the pathetic, pointless trance.

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