Hope's Chance(6)

I grabbed her fingers and removed her hold on me. “I don’t know about saving lives, but I am glad you’re safe Hope. I guess maybe I will see you around.” I said as I climbed out of the car and grabbed my helmet.

When I climbed onto my bike and fastened my helmet I noticed Hope climbing over the seat to get to the driver’s side. She started her car and readjusted her mirror. I saw her looking at me, but chose to ignore it. Maybe it was just a coincidence, or perhaps she was just thankful for me being there at the right time. It would have been a shame if something happened to her on her way home from such a bad morning already.

I decided to wait until Hope pulled away before I left, and as she pulled away I forgot all about wanting that pack of cigarettes.





Chapter 4


Hope



My mother hounded me from the moment I walked in the door. I swear she must have made a list of questions to ask when I came through it.

How big is the house?

What does the slut look like?

Does your father have any gray hair?

Has he gained any weight?

What kind of car does he drive?

How old is the new girl?

Was she nice to you?

Are you going back there?

Did he ask you to move in with him?

After a while I couldn’t take it anymore and locked myself in my room. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about the great morning that I didn’t have with my father. All of her other questions were completely irrelevant anyway.

Once inside the confines of my room, I inserted my ear buds and cranked up my music. My body plopped down on the bed and I stared at the ceiling. My day had started out bad and eventually turned to shit. Within a matter of hours I was certain it had become one of the worst days of my life. The only thing that made the day more bearable was meeting Chance Avery.

I would have liked to have been formally introduced to him with his clothes on, but seeing his naked backside left me with good visuals to focus on in my time of depression. He seemed so muscular and I was certain he must be athletic. When he had finally turned around and showed his face, I was amazed how handsome he was. A part of me just assumed that getting a peek at what I saw would result in a total mess of a face, but instead his dark eyes accented his dark hair. When he smiled, behind that glass of liquor, I got a look at how white and perfect his teeth were. His smile could melt a girl’s heart.

I felt so bad about how I had acted around him. I had no idea what had gotten in to me. The way I talked about his sister was uncalled for. How could he have sat there and listened to me making fun of her like that? Clearly he had a lot more patience than I.

He must have pegged me as such a spoiled little brat. It didn’t help that I had this stupid bow in my hair. At least he knew I had to be sixteen to drive a car. Not that seventeen was much better. I hated that my birthday was the last day of the year.

I thought when I pulled away from the house it would be the last time I ever saw him, but when he pulled up on that motorcycle and saved me from that creepy man, I was flabbergasted. Talk about a knight in shining armor. Or just being in the right place at the right time.

I wondered how old he was. Did he have a girlfriend? Did he want a girlfriend? Maybe he was engaged. Maybe he was gay? He was definitely hot enough to be. Whoever was kissing him was lucky to feel lips like his touching them.

I was so jealous.

I wanted to know him, but doing so would require me to go back to my father’s house. I had the summer ahead of me and that was the last thing I wanted to do. I wasn’t ready to tell that to my mother, but it was the truth. My father hadn’t given me the attention or the affection I assumed he would. What had happened to the man that used to pick me up and swing me around every night he came home from work? How could he not have missed me at all?

Right now I wanted to scream. He broke my heart again and he probably hadn’t even noticed.

I started crying into my pillow. The walls were thin and I didn’t want my mother hearing me. The last thing I needed was her trying to start a war with my father. I wasn’t ready to see him again, but I couldn’t bear to have him leave again.

When I finally closed my eyes, I dreamed of nothing but Chance Avery. His tan skin and his big muscles wouldn’t leave my mind, and I wasn’t sure that I even wanted them to.



I woke up to my alarm clock buzzing. I had forgotten to turn it off again. My hands finally made contact with the little bugger and the sirens stopped sounding in my ears. Just from habit, I reached over and grabbed my phone. I had already gotten six messages either late last night or early this morning.

The first message was from Rylee.

Hey Bitch call me….We have plans for 2moro The two next messages were also from her.

Call me…..Where are you One text was from my mother, asking if I got to my father’s safe.

The last two were from my ex. We had ended our one-year relationship over a month ago. He was leaving for college and I didn’t want to be THAT girl he left at home, while he partied with the other ones. He had been unfaithful twice already and I knew that a long distance relationship would only make it easier for him to do the same thing. In the end of the relationship, he had even become violent and scared me a few times with his temper. Maybe my mother and I had some kind of hereditary gene that caused men to cheat on us and treat us terrible.

So, Trevor clearly had issues about our breakup. He said it was one sided. He begged me for hours after I did it, to reconsider. I had made up my mind already, in fact I had done it weeks ago, but he still kept trying. Last night hadn’t been any different.