Greatest Height (New Adult Biker Gang Romance) (Night Horses MC Book 6) Read Free Page B

threshold.
     
    Someone had definitely ransacked my room. There wasn’t a lot left. Even the sheets were off the bed. There was a note in the middle of the bare mattress.
     
    The thought of my mother cleaning this bare, sad room for weeks and weeks made me almost burst into tears.
     
    I reached out and squeezed her shoulder.
     
    Something was definitely weird as hell here, something was wrong, but I don’t think it was anything that she did.
     
    I mean… all of the signs pointed to me leaving on my own free will.
     
    “Why didn’t you text me?” I asked.
     
    “I did,” she said, simply. “You never replied.”
     
    I shook my head again, slowly. Not denying the truth of her words, just denying… I don’t know what. The fact that something like this could have happened, could ever have happened.
     
    “I have a new number,” I said. “My old number… it worked for a day or two, then it stopped. I figured you stopped paying for my line.”
     
    She shook her head.
     
    “I wanted to keep you on,” she said, slowly. “Your father said that you’d made your choice. He was… I’d never seen him that angry.”
     
    I didn’t say anything.
     
    I couldn’t.
     
    The possibility that was forming was so horrible that I really couldn’t talk.
     
    “Are you staying with… with Merle?” my mother asked, suddenly.
     
    “No,” I said. “He got me a studio near downtown. I work in a laundrymat he - his buddy owns in exchange.”
     
    She nodded, slightly.
     
    “That’s good,” she said. “Have you had sex with him? Did you use protection?”
     
    “Mom!” I gasped.
     
    I wanted to look anywhere but at her.
     
    I read the note.
     
    I’m out of here. Fuck you both. If you try and find me, I’ll have you arrested for stalking.
     
    I talked to the principal and he CANNOT give you any information about me or my grades or my attendance. I’m eighteen now, there’s nothing you can do.
     
    If you show up at my school, I’ll walk away and never return. You’ll never hear from me again.
     
    IF you respect my wishes for once in your fucking lives, I might talk to you.
     
    I love him, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
     
Megan
     
    It was a cruel note. If it had been longer, if there had been more hurt, more explanation, it might have been kinder.
     
    As it was… it was short.
     
    Curt.
    To the point.
     
    There was nothing of love, or even of anger.
     
    How must it have felt, to read a note like that? To think your daughter, your only child, never wanted to see your faces again?
     
    That she didn’t even care enough to explain?
     
    I couldn’t look at my mother.
     
    “That’s some note,” I said.
     
    She didn’t reply right away. I heard a small, ragged gasp, as she drew breath.
     
    “It’s not… it’s not yours?” she asked.
     
    I shook my head.
     
    I held it out to her, to look at again.
     
    Silly. I imagine she’d read it a dozen times, a hundred.
     
    Maybe more.
     
    “If I was going to run away,” I said. “I’d be p- I’d be really mad, right?”
     
    She nodded. I saw that out of the corner of my eye.
     
    “So, I wouldn’t take the time to sit down and type out the note and wait for the printer to work and go downstairs and get the note and come all the way back up here and put it on the bed,” I said. “The printer never works the first time, it would have taken forever.”
     
    A ghost of a smile on her face.
     
    “If I were going to run away, I’d take whatever pad was nearby and I’d write out a note. On paper. By hand,” I said. “It wouldn’t be like this, either. It would either be, like, one sentence, or it would be five angry pages.”
     
    I reached a tentative hand out to her.
     
    “I wouldn’t have done this,” I said. Firmly. Finally.
     
    She looked at me.
     
    If anything, she looked even more hopeless than before.
     
    I hated seeing her like this.
     
    “Are you okay?” she asked. “Were you… were you