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LiveWhileWe'reYoung
Prologue
"I've told you multiple times, I'm NOT going to
college. You can't make me." I yelled at my
father.
"Laura, please. Calm down. You need to do something with
your life. You just graduated high school, go out and find a job
or something!" he said, and I could tell he was on the verge
of begging.
"No Dad. I'm young. I have my whole life to get a job.
Can't I just take a year off and have fun?" I asked,
trying to reason with him. Which was not easy.
"No. You've been having way too much fun lately.
You're spiraling out of control. You used to be such a good
girl. You had great grades, good friends, and a bright future
ahead of you. But now you just barely passed your senior year and
you're out every night until 2 am. This needs to stop."
He replied sternly.
"What are you gonna do? Send me to reform
school?"
"No. But you can't stay here. So I'm sending you to
live with your Aunt Megan." he responded.
"You really think that's going to help? You're
sending your 'out of control' daughter to go live with
her young and fun aunt? What's that going to teach me?"
I asked, not sure why he thought it was a good idea.
"She and I have discussed this, and we both think it's a
good idea. She wants to help you get back on track."
"Dad, I never was off track. You can't just make me
move. That's totally not fair." I told him.
"You have to do whatever I say until you're eighteen,
which isn't for another month. So you're going to move to
London. At the end of this week. That's final." he said,
walking out of the house and slamming the door after him. I
should be the one walking out.
This was so not cool. I have not been 'spiraling out of
control.' I mean sure, I like to go to parties, and sometimes
I drink, but I'm a teenager. It's what we do.
My name's Laura Anderson, and I'm seventeen years old.
But I only have another month until I'm eighteen and can do
whatever I want. Which doesn't look like it's going to
happen anytime soon.
I know my dad cares about me and only wants the best for me. But
lately he's been so uptight that it's hard to have a real
conversation with him. He's been through a lot this year,
with my mother's death and all. Which is why I didn't put
up that much of a fight with him when he told me I was
moving. I just hope he realizes that I'm not going to
change. He can send me to Antarctica for all I care, I'm
gonna come back to America the same way I left it.
As a wild child.
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Using Mr Parker
♥ Logan
♥
E p i l o
g u e
Nobody understood love fully until they had
fallen helplessly.
The way Zach and I met was unfortunate, nothing would have just
been automatically perfect and it gave me a sense of pride to be
able to say that we didn't give up even when things got
tuff.
“Baby,” Zach called.
“Come back to bed.”
“No,” I shook my head, a
smile spreading onto my face. “We can't be late for the
ultrasound!” I exclaimed. “It's the first
one.”
“I know, I know,” he
huffed. “I just wanted to cuddle.”
“We can cuddle later,” I
replied and grinned, excitedly. “I can't wait until we
get to see our baby.” Zach rolled out of bed, groaning
sexily.
“I can't wait either,
baby, what time is it? Do I have time for a
shower?”
“Yeah but make it
quick!” I told him as I shooed him into the
bathroom.
“Nu-uh, where's my good
morning kiss?” I rolled my eyes but went on my toes to kiss
him gently for a few moments before walking to do the bed. It had
been been 7 years since I was in high school and now, Zach and I
were expecting our first child. When we first found out, Zach was
so proud and told just about everyone. We got married 3 years ago
and they had been the best 3 years of my life.
Justin had a girlfriend of 3 years and Grace was still single. I
haven't spoken to Courtney since high school and it honestly
hadn't affected me.
In record timing, we were in the car and driving to the
Ultrasound. When we got there, we waited for the doctor to be
able to see us. I was bouncy in my seat. “Calm down,
Logan,” Zach chuckled.
I glared at him. “You didn't just consume like 5 litres
of water!” Zach kissed my forehead and I sighed, putting my
head onto his shoulder. Zachs hand was intertwined with mine and
around 20 minutes later we were called in.
“Logan Parker?”
Oh how I loved the sound of that.
I bounced into the room and got ready for my Ultrasound with the
nurse in the room. Zach sat next to me and grinned. The doctor
came in, a smile on his face and clapped. “Right, how are
you two?” he asked. Soon, he was putting the cold jelly
like substance on my stomach and then he showed us a monitor.
“This,” he pointed to the screen. “Is your
baby.” To most people, what was on that screen was a bunch
of spots and blobs but to me, it was my baby and I couldn't
help the silent tears that fell down my face. The doctor went on
to tell us about our babies health and both Zach and I left the
room with big grins on our face.
“This is so surreal,” I
murmured.
“Thank you so much,
baby,” Zach said as he wrapped his hand around my
waist.
“For what?”
“For being my
wife, for being understanding and
wonderful and now giving me a child.” He
smiled at me, sweetly. “I love you so
much.”
I was his and he was mine,
And
our love was infinite.
"You know you're in love
when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better
than your dreams" - Dr. Seuss
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Discovering
Destiny
Introduction
“Do you believe in destiny?” I asked.
“I don’t know, Aislinn.” He sighed, running a
hand through his hair.
“What if we’re not meant to be? What if fate has
something more in store for us?”
“I don’t care about fate, Ace. All I care about is
you and me: right now, in this moment.”
I didn’t realize it then, but I was right. Fate did have
something more in store for us. For Will. For me.
I guess we just weren’t meant to be.
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Aislinn Bloom and William Henderson had the kind of relationship
that every teenager wanted. They were best friends, always there
for each other, never fought; compatible in every way, happy, and
most importantly, they were in love. The perfect, cliché
high school relationship.
But that all changed when tragedy struck and Will was killed.
Seven months later, it’s Aislinn’s last summer before
college and she still hasn’t moved on. Her view on destiny
is shot and she doesn’t know where to go from there. She
isn’t even sure she believes in destiny anymore.
Then Aislinn meets Ryan, her total opposite. Despite their
differences, Aislinn can’t help but feel drawn to him. But
will Aislinn’s past get in the way of anything
happening?
Will Aislinn ever move on? Will she find out what her real
destiny is?
Find out in...
Discovering
Destiny
Coming Soon
We found a small table in the corner and he quickly pulled my chair out for me. I settled in, smiling quietly at him. He sat down across from me and looked at me, his face serious.
“What?” I asked, with a small laugh.
“Where else did he hit you,” he demanded, his tone so solemn, it frightened me.
I looked down at my chipped fingernail polish. “Oh, uh.”
“Della. Answer me.” He pulled my hands towards him.
I looked out the window next to us. The snow had stopped but the dark clouds that had been covering the town for a couple weeks remained. We hadn’t seen sunlight since the day I met Trey.
“Helloooooo lovelies!” A peppy waitress came bouncing up to us, a notepad in her perfectly manicured hands. Her hair was long and dark, her eyes bright blue. She was probably one of the prettiest people I had ever met. “What can I get you both today?”
David ordered a hamburger and I ordered chicken noodle soup, my absolute favorite.
No matter what kind of day I was having, chicken noodle soup always makes me feel better.
The waitress smiled at us both, her teeth perfect and white, and turned to walk away, her hair flipping as she went.
Once we were alone, David’s face returned to being thoughtful.
I refused to answer. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.
It wasn’t that I didn’t trust David, because I certainly did. I did with all my heart. I had never felt such a connection to David.
Except, of course, with Trey.
The similarities of feelings terrified me.
We were both quiet until the waitress broke the smile with another peppy hello.
“Here’s your hamburger,” she said as she laid the plate in front of David. “And for the lovely lady,” she smiled as she reached over to give me my bowl. As she reached, her sleeve slid up, revealing a glimpse of a beautiful wrist, littered with gruesome slashes. I looked up at her flawless face, eyes wide.
She looked down at me as I stared again at her wrist. She quickly tugged down her sleeve to conceal her scars once again. I watched her face change from glee to sorrow as I’m sure she began to remember the reasons why she cut in the first place.
Her eyes filled with tears as she stared into mine.
“Thanks,” David said, pouring ketchup onto his burger, completely oblivious to the exchange between this unnamed waitress and I.
She quickly blinked back the tears and the smile returned to her face, once again masking her true feelings. “No problem! Let me know if you need anything else!”
She gave me one last fleeting look, an understanding that neither of us would speak of what just happened, and she walked back to the kitchen.
I sat for a moment, feeling dejected, all signs of hunger disappearing. David had finished his entire burger before I had even begun my soup.
He was about to pick up a stray fry when he suddenly turned to the window. “Ohmygod,” he muttered, pushing his chair back and springing up from his seat.
I watched in surprise as David ran out the door. I quickly pulled out a twenty and left it on the table, not wanting to leave the waitress with nothing.
I followed him out the door and looked down the street. There, standing in the middle of the road, David had his arms outstretched to the sky, his face up to the sky, as the sun beat down on him.
It was like a moment in those cheesy movies when the girl finally realizes exactly what she’s been looking for has been there the whole time, and the sun shines directly on that person to point it out to her.
He looked back down at me, a smile plastered to his face, his arm motioning for me to join him.
I smiled, soaking in a mixture of the sun’s warmth and David’s joy, and jogged over to him.
He immediately wrapped his arms around me, lifting me above the ground.
I looked down at his bright green eyes, and felt peace. Like every bruise on my body had healed.
Slowly, carefully, David leaned in.
It was my first kiss that I had ever had that I was smiling.
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This was like a rainbow to the storm that was last night.
“Good morning, deary!” she smiled that warm smile that I had grown to love over a summer of constantly coming in. On her small body she was wearing a green sweater with gold ruffles around the neck and sleeves and a reindeer on the front with red pants to match. In her ears were two bells that jingled every time she moved her head. Her short white hair was curled and pinned in the back with a small bow and her lips were a bright red.
“You look like you need a cup of tea and a Christmas cookie, am I right?” she asked, knowing me well enough to know there was something off about me today. “
You would definitely be right about that.” I walked over, flinching every step.
That morning, I woke on the floor. A faint memory of being shoved off the bed filled my head. I hadn’t fought back, by then I had realized fighting back just made him worse. Made him more forceful and ruthless. He wanted what he wanted and he got what he wanted. The fight was half the fun.
I had picked myself off the floor to see that my bed was left an absolute mess and he had not bothered to shut the window so my room was thirteen degrees. I looked down at myself and my eyes filled with tears at the bruises littered all over my body and the dried blood covering my thighs.
I gingerly stood up and shuffled to the window to tug it closed. As I walked over to my closet to retrieve some clothing, I passed the mirror.
I stood in front of it in sheer horror as I took in my appearance. There were violent bruises on my breasts, where his hands had forced themselves. Tear streaks stained my face, a red mark remained on my cheek from where he had slapped me the night before.
I had searched through my closet to find something to cover my marks. I found a high-collared button-up shirt and an oversized sweater for extra padding to anything I might bump into and a pair of leggings that would favor my bandages I gingerly put on my inner thighs.
“Here you are, sweetie, come have a seat and talk to Ms. Mary,” she put a plate down on the counter and patted the chair next to her.
I walked delicately over to her, trying desperately not to give anything away. I sat next to her, putting a homemade cookie into my mouth.
“How are you, dear. You don’t look…well,” she asked, laying her hand on my shoulder. In that very spot was where I had landed when Trey threw me to the ground after he was finished with me. I winced at her touch.
She pulled her hand up quickly, her eyes startled. “Are you all right, Della?”
I smiled weakly at her. “Oh yes. Don’t worry about me, Ms. Mary. I’m perfectly fine.”
She watched me for a moment. “You don’t need to hide anything from me, dear. You know you can trust me with anything.”
I smiled up at her, genuinely this time, thinking back to this summer when I had finally opened up to Ms. Mary about my anxiety problems. She had listened intently, sipping her tea every so often. In return, Ms. Mary had told me a part of her story.
It was a bright summer day and I had come in to a nearly deserted shop. She had invited me to sit next to her for a cup of tea. She had set her teacup down gently and folded her hands on the table.
She had looked up at me and smiled once. “You know, dear, I went through something terrible when I was just a titch older than you. I was nineteen. I believe you are seventeen, am I correct?” she asked as I nodded in answer. “Ah yes, a bit older than. Most girls my age were engaged, if not already married. I was falling behind, you see, and my family was determined to get me married off. There was a final dance for all the boys going off to World War II at the school and my mother made me go. I didn’t want to, I really wasn’t too interested in all those boys having one last night of fun before getting shipped over seas. But one couldn’t argue with Mother. She always got her way. So Mother gussied me up, made me all pretty for the soldiers, trying to marry me off. I arrived with a couple of my girlfriends, who all immediately found dance partners. I stayed next to the punch bowl, yes, I was that girl,” she laughed once. “I should have stayed at the punch bowl.”
I had began to toy with the ring on my finger, feeling the story starting to take a down-turn.
“He was loud. Walking over to me like he owned the world, could get any girl he wanted. I don’t know, dear, I guess I wanted to prove him wrong. I played hard to get, that’s for sure, but, in the end, he won out.” She ran her shaking fingers through her hair. “We married soon after that day, as soon as we could, so we could be married before he left.” She looked suddenly at me. “I wish I could tell you there was a happy ending to my story, but obviously that would be a lie, seeing as there is no ring on my pretty little finger here. You see, love, he was an angry man. An angry man with a lot of tension and he cause a lot of harm to me,” her voice began to shake. “And nobody believed me.”
Suddenly, with much force, she said in a stable voice, “That’s all.”
And that was the end of the conversation.
So now, sitting in front of Ms. Mary with the same problem she went through years and years before, I felt my hand starting to shake while grasping the teacup.
“Sweetheart?” Ms. Mary asked, laying her hand to settle the shaking. Before I could even begin to answer, the bells above the door began to jingle as David walked through, his face brightening as his eyes found me.
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Hold on to Him
Chapter Twenty-One
I tumbled in through the slightly opened window, crashing hard against the floor. Justin’s neck snapped around quickly, surprised. His eyes were wide as he sat in the single-person chair, watching television.
I stood up in the uncomfortable outfit I wore. He didn’t say anything, only stood. So I began the conversation.
“You said the window was open.”
He shook his head. “Jesus, I didn’t think you’d take it literally!”
“Well, I did,” I sighed, on the verge of tears, “and I’m here.”
“Way to scare the sh.t out of me,” he snorted, looking to the window.
“Sorry,” I breathed, my voice cracking.
His eyes were instantly back to me. “Meg, what’s wrong?”
I couldn’t look up to him, my eyes stayed glued on the floor. I couldn’t speak, either, because I didn’t know what was wrong. I couldn’t put into words what was wrong. Everything was wrong.
I felt tears rolling down my cheeks simultaneously with his arms wrapping himself around me and pressing my body to his. “You’re okay,” he assured gently. “I’ve got you. You’re with me now.”
And everything about his words seemed to sway me back to a serene place, before all of this started. So I let him hug me and hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay. I let myself inhale the beautiful aroma that was his cologne and I let myself love the feeling of his skin against mine. I pushed back feelings of guilt, because in the back of my mind, I knew we were not supposed to be together. Not now. Not with me at 17 and him at 24. It wasn’t right.
But he had a way of making everything seem so normal, so right, that I couldn’t deny myself of him anymore.
He let go of me and wiped the tears that collected on my cheeks. “You better?” he asked me.
I nodded my head, sighing. “Sorry, for making you put up with me.”
He laughed. “I told you my window was always open.”
I felt my cheeks getting red. I glanced out across the window and into my empty bedroom. The lights were still on.
“Your clothes look wicked uncomfortable,” he commented.
I shrugged. “I mean, yeah.”
A devious grin spread from ear to ear. “Want to borrow my sweatpants?”
“And a shirt, if you don’t mind.”
I changed into his baggy clothing while he left the room. I decided to put my old clothes underneath the window so I wouldn’t forget them when I was leaving.
I placed them down next to the pieces of paper he used to write me notes with. However, there was one piece of paper that caught my eye, so I flipped it over.
In big black letters, in his perfectly messy handwriting, were the words, “I love you.”
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what my parents heard: i hate you and i am determined to fail at life, go to prison, and bring dishonor to this family. i care about nothing except my computer and tv shows and you can just go burn in hell for all i care. also i'm pregnant.
I kissed my mom goodbye, tears streaming down her eyes.
I grabbed my carry on luggage and I walked away from her.
"Flight 201 to California." I told the attendant as I handed her my ticket.
I turned around and I waved one last time at my mom.
I made my way onto the plane and prepared myself for the journey.
I was wearing a black top with a cheetah cross that I had tied up past my belly button. With it I wore light washed denim shorts and black vans.
I had curled my hair and put a thick french braid across it.
I wasn't sure what to wear since no one ever wrote a book about, "What to wear when meeting your billionaire father for the first time."
I dressed for the warm weather even though I just left a chilly New York.
I looked out the window of my plane as we were taking off watching the city of New York disappear before my eyes.
I closed my eyes and I quickly fell asleep.
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I was awaken to the sound of my flight attendant making the usual "right before we land," airplane reminders.
What seemed like hours later we finally landed and were released for the airplane.
I took my carry on and walked off the plane.
I walked out of the airports terminal and into the landing area.
A few minutes later I was standing in the middle of a packed airport searching for my dad.
Instead of finding him I found a man with a sign that said my name on it.
I walked up to him.
He looked at me, "You're Alex Chastwood?"
I nodded, "None other."
He smiled, "Welcome to California Ms. Chastwood. I'm your fathers personal driver. He sent me here to pick you up."
I gave him a forced smile, "Well, lets go then."
A few minutes later we were picking out my luggage.
After going through all the security measures we finally left the airport.
I sat in the car my father had sent for me and I took a deep breathe.
I knew the minute I got out of this car, my life was about to change...
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