CLAIMING THEO (WESTWOOD PRIDE #1) BY AVA HUSH – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Ava Hush
- Language: English
- Genre: Contemporary romance
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Theo
“I don’t know why you do this to yourself, Theo.” At least my best friend
decided to wait until I’m into the final set of deadlifts before starting in on
me this time.
“You don’t have to understand it; you just have to not bitch at me about it,
Wes. I’m sick of doing this every fucking week.” I drop the bar laden with
weights, letting it bounce a bit before stopping it with a press of my hands.
I’m usually much more respectful of our building’s equipment, but I’ve
reached my boiling point.
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Wes just heaves a sigh and shakes his head. I understand his frustration, but
I can’t dwell on it. My mom has a couple weeks left, tops. I feel like I have
to make these visits every few days to make up for ghosting her for the last
seven years; it’s not like the cancer forcing her onto her deathbed has
actually erased all the awful shit she put me through when I was younger . .
. but none of it matters anymore. I’m trying to come to terms with shit for
myself, not just for her.
There might be a sliver of me that hopes she has changed her mind about
me over the last few years and that maybe if I had come around sooner, I
would have gotten the absolution I have always needed. I know that’s not
how this works. I’ve seen time and time again that I will never come first
for her, so why do I insist on putting her first now?
The last time I saw my mom before all this, I was seventeen, only a few
months before my eighteenth birthday. Her latest boyfriend, Greg, had
taken exception to my “attitude” when I spazzed about not being able to
find my insulin. We all knew she had taken the money given to her for my
prescription and bought either whiskey or cocaine instead, but he had left
me a bloody mess in the living room for questioning them about it . . . all
while my mom complained that she couldn’t hear her shows over our
“roughhousing.”
I stayed where they had left me until after the door slammed as they went to
get more beer, not wanting to push Greg any further by reminding him I
was still alive despite both their efforts. I could move without throwing up,
but barely. I dragged myself out of our nice middle-class suburban home
and hobbled my ass down the block to Wes’s house. The walk I had made
no less than a thousand times since second grade and normally only took a
minute had taken me close to twenty that day.
Instinctively, I had known my best chance at surviving to graduation was to
seek sanctuary with the Walkers. They had always treated me like one of
their own, repeatedly reminding me their door was always open. I honestly
didn’t know if the adults knew much about my home life at the time, though
they hinted a few times that their house could be my safe place, so maybe. I
doubt Wes would have told them anything since I’d sworn him to secrecy a
million times, and he would always pinky swear to not tell anyone
anything.
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