COMPLETED
[Spin off to Breaking Free and part of the Mending series]
Can be read as a stand-alone novel.
And I beg you, please. Don't tell me you love me if you're going to leave.
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"You could never hate me," He lets out gruffly, his hand reach...
"Was it something I said? Something I did to make you destroy all we've built? And it was something you said, something you did to make me think that you weren't real." - You Me At Six, There's No Such Thing As Accidental Infidelity
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Austin Butler cast as Bryce Evans
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Reece Witherspoon cast as Karen Johnson
My mother was on the phone with Alex again. Of course, she didn't share this with me, but it wasn't a hard conclusion to reach. Her face has a certain glow or quality to it when Alex calls. Her eyes have a light within them, the worry lines and wrinkles on her face decreases, and her whole mood brightens. It's as if during a five or six-minute phone call with my brother, my mom shifts into a whole new person. One with hopes and aspirations. The women she used to be. Before everything was irrevocably destroyed.
"I'm leaving for school mom, Justin's here!" My voice echoes and reverberates as I exit the house. Justin made it his personal mission to take me to and from school each day. We argued about it for a solid five minutes until he started to raise his voice and make illegible sounds to drown my voice out until I agreed. I swear he is such a child sometimes.
"How are you this fine morning?" Justin asks cheekily as I slammed his passenger door shut. I groan and roll my eyes before shuffling down further in my seat, putting on a pair of sunglasses to block my eyes from the early morning sunshine. Justin knows I am irritable and grumpy in the morning and makes it his duty to bother me any and every way he possibly can.
"Drink bleach," I hiss. His warm laugh fills the interior of the car as the engine rumbles and screeches to life.
"I love you too," He teases, hopefully choosing to ignore my blush as he begins driving us to school.
The car ride is quiet for a while, and I'm just calmly listening to Justin softly sing along to the radio. He was no Beyoncé, but he was pretty decent and I loved to hear his deep baritone voice attempt all the notes despite most mornings where I'd bitch and moan about it.
