Reclaim Me (The Jaded Series Book 2) by Alex Grayson, Karen McAndrews, Toj Publishing Page B
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harbor no ill feelings towards Trent, but it still hurts to look at him. He’s a reminder of all that I lost.
“That’s bullshit and you know it. You know that I don’t feel that way so don’t try to pull that shit. Yes, I want to talk to you but I know being around T is hard on you. I want to avoid adding to your pain. You should have called me before coming over.”
It’s true, I should have called him, but I had no idea that they would be here. She lives several towns over, and as far as I know, doesn’t come here very often, or at least I haven’t seen much of her in Jaded Hollow.
“It doesn’t matter. Clearly, this isn’t a good time. I’ll call next time.” I turn to walk away but he stops me.
“No, wait just a damn minute. You’re here, we may as well talk now. I’ll set T up in his room with his Xbox and we’ll talk in the living room. There’s no telling the next opportunity I’ll get.”
He’s right. My decision on hearing what he has to say is wavering. Seeing Tessa again has brought back the old anger. And seeing Trent and everything he represents, has caused the pain to resurface. I don’t know if I’ll find the courage again.
Making my decision and hoping it’s the right one, I walk into the living room. When I enter the large room, I see Trent sitting on a dark brown sectional sofa playing some type of hand held game. Another sharp pain hits my chest at the sight of him. I turn and face the sliding glass door that leads to the back porch. I feel guilty that I can’t even look at him. He’s just a kid and is in no way at fault. It’s just simply too painful.
I hear Mac enter the living room behind me. “Hey, T, come with me. I’m going to set up the game in your room while me and Mia talk for a bit.”
Through the reflection of the glass, I watch as Trent swings his head back and forth between the two of us before he asks, “Why?”
“Doesn’t matter why, kid, just do as I say. Grab the console and let’s go.” His tone brooks no argument.
I hear some grumbling before Trent gets up and grabs the console from beside the massive TV and walks out of the living room with Mac trailing behind him.
Once they leave, I take the opportunity to look around. The place looks different from the last time I was here. Turning to my right, I see a big fireplace. Just on one side of the fireplace is a bookshelf that has a shit ton of books, and CD and DVD cases. One shelf is filled with picture frames. I make my way over to it, curious at what he has displayed.
The first picture I see is of a younger Mac in his teens. His parents are on either side of him. His dad has his hand on his shoulder. Mac is already taller than his mom and he has his arm thrown over her shoulders with her head resting on his. All three are smiling and seem happy.
I move onto the next picture. This one is of Mac holding a baby Trent. Trent couldn’t be any more than a few days old. Mac has the biggest grin on his face and you can tell by his expression that he’s a very proud daddy. I look away when I feel sadness and anger seeping in at the thought of him sharing that with someone else.
The next picture has me catching my breath. It’s of me and Mac on Marabelle. It was the first time I had ever ridden her. I’m sitting in front of Mac and he has his arms wrapped around me, holding the reins. His head is resting right next to mine while he explains how to direct a horse. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I had always been fascinated with horses, and always wanted to learn to ride one, but had never gotten the opportunity. When Mac found this out he rectified the situation immediately. I loved it right away. And what made it even more special was that I got to have Mac’s arms wrapped around me. I remember feeling so safe and warm. Butterflies were swarming in my stomach and my heart rate picked up when he swung up behind me and put his arms around me and his thighs on either side of mine. We
“That’s bullshit and you know it. You know that I don’t feel that way so don’t try to pull that shit. Yes, I want to talk to you but I know being around T is hard on you. I want to avoid adding to your pain. You should have called me before coming over.”
It’s true, I should have called him, but I had no idea that they would be here. She lives several towns over, and as far as I know, doesn’t come here very often, or at least I haven’t seen much of her in Jaded Hollow.
“It doesn’t matter. Clearly, this isn’t a good time. I’ll call next time.” I turn to walk away but he stops me.
“No, wait just a damn minute. You’re here, we may as well talk now. I’ll set T up in his room with his Xbox and we’ll talk in the living room. There’s no telling the next opportunity I’ll get.”
He’s right. My decision on hearing what he has to say is wavering. Seeing Tessa again has brought back the old anger. And seeing Trent and everything he represents, has caused the pain to resurface. I don’t know if I’ll find the courage again.
Making my decision and hoping it’s the right one, I walk into the living room. When I enter the large room, I see Trent sitting on a dark brown sectional sofa playing some type of hand held game. Another sharp pain hits my chest at the sight of him. I turn and face the sliding glass door that leads to the back porch. I feel guilty that I can’t even look at him. He’s just a kid and is in no way at fault. It’s just simply too painful.
I hear Mac enter the living room behind me. “Hey, T, come with me. I’m going to set up the game in your room while me and Mia talk for a bit.”
Through the reflection of the glass, I watch as Trent swings his head back and forth between the two of us before he asks, “Why?”
“Doesn’t matter why, kid, just do as I say. Grab the console and let’s go.” His tone brooks no argument.
I hear some grumbling before Trent gets up and grabs the console from beside the massive TV and walks out of the living room with Mac trailing behind him.
Once they leave, I take the opportunity to look around. The place looks different from the last time I was here. Turning to my right, I see a big fireplace. Just on one side of the fireplace is a bookshelf that has a shit ton of books, and CD and DVD cases. One shelf is filled with picture frames. I make my way over to it, curious at what he has displayed.
The first picture I see is of a younger Mac in his teens. His parents are on either side of him. His dad has his hand on his shoulder. Mac is already taller than his mom and he has his arm thrown over her shoulders with her head resting on his. All three are smiling and seem happy.
I move onto the next picture. This one is of Mac holding a baby Trent. Trent couldn’t be any more than a few days old. Mac has the biggest grin on his face and you can tell by his expression that he’s a very proud daddy. I look away when I feel sadness and anger seeping in at the thought of him sharing that with someone else.
The next picture has me catching my breath. It’s of me and Mac on Marabelle. It was the first time I had ever ridden her. I’m sitting in front of Mac and he has his arms wrapped around me, holding the reins. His head is resting right next to mine while he explains how to direct a horse. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I had always been fascinated with horses, and always wanted to learn to ride one, but had never gotten the opportunity. When Mac found this out he rectified the situation immediately. I loved it right away. And what made it even more special was that I got to have Mac’s arms wrapped around me. I remember feeling so safe and warm. Butterflies were swarming in my stomach and my heart rate picked up when he swung up behind me and put his arms around me and his thighs on either side of mine. We
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