pumpkin pie

with vanilla ice cream for dessert. It was, without a doubt, the best dinner I had

ever had in my captivity. By the time we were done, I was so full I could barely

move. Darren would have been very happy with my appetite for once. So much was

still left, I’d hoped we could enjoy the leftovers for the next few days.

After dinner, we retired to the entertainment room and watched all the

Thanksgiving Day parades from all over the country. I loved the parades, but they

only made me think of family—the one thing I was never supposed to mention or

probably even think of ever again. In a way, Darren was right, though not for the

same reasons. I needed to forget them so I could focus on the task at hand, but no

matter how many times I’ve told myself that, the memories always seem to slip

through the cracks.

My dad had always found pride in carving the turkey when my family would get

together for holidays, even though he was terrible at it. You’d think he had cut the

damn thing with a hatchet or something. Sometimes, my brothers would hand him

one right when he was about to get started just for laughs, and then one year, he

finally indulged. Thankfully, my mom was the pro in the family when it came to

barbecuing it. God, those were the best.

Jason and I were usually always late because of his job, but we always managed

to witness my father’s hack job of the poor bird. Jason worked at a tank plant as the

man responsible for making sure the cannons went boom. Ever since he was a little

kid, he loved to blow shit up. His hands had small scars caused by burn marks from

handling fireworks and firecrackers back when he was young and dumb. He’d since

then grown into an explosives expert. I should know. Bastard blew my world up

when I met him, and now, another one had turned it to ash.

Fuck, I missed my family.

I fucking missed my best friend, too. On Black Friday, she and I would skip the

stupid crowds and curl up on my couch to drink our weight in wine and watch all

the Home Alone movies. It was another holiday tradition for us. Fuck, I missed that

bitch.

“You okay, Jaden? You’re crying,” said Holly softly, as she looked over at me, her

face washed with concern.

Shaking myself from my thoughts, I quickly wiped my face with my hands to

find my cheeks were, in fact, wet.

“Shit, sorry,” I mumbled. “I’m fine, I just … I just miss them.”

Holly rubbed my arm in an attempt to comfort me, a sad look on her face.

“I’m sorry, Jaden. I wish things were different, but we can’t change the past,

unfortunately.”

“I know.”

But I can sure as fuck change my future.

17

READY

“Maybe it’s your weight distribution. Ya know, from one foot to the next?”

I shook my head. “No, it’s more than that. I’m not raising my knees high

enough for the lift. That’s what ensures the height.”

Holly and I currently had our legs strapped around thick tree trunks while our

upper bodies ached and trembled to hold our remaining upper body weight up.

We’d been doing sit-ups earlier, and now, we were resting to see who could hold it

the longest while discussing why my butterfly kicks lacked the height they usually

did.

“I don’t know; you’re the expert. Maybe you just need more spring in your step,”

she said, her voice strained behind clenched teeth. She was sweating, but she was

doing well. My arms were casually folded in front of me as I fought to hold my

weight up. My core was burning, but I loved the pain. No pain, no gain.

A few seconds later, I heard the sound of a boat approaching and looked over to

see Darren and Scott pulling into the docks with a few of Darren’s men. It was then

that Holly gave out.

“Okay, I quit.” She gasped in pain as she clutched the tree with her arms to drop

her legs. She immediately collapsed on the ground, clutching her core. “You win.”

I held my position as I watched Darren climb off the boat and walk across the

docks, his eyes suddenly catching mine when he looked over. I could suddenly no

longer take the burn. I was low enough to the ground to bend down backward and

place my hands on the ground. Releasing my grip of the tree with my legs, I folded

backward with a kick over, landing on my feet and into a standing position.

“Show off,” Holly muttered under her breath. I smirked as I watched Darren

enter the house with Scott at his side. They were in a deep discussion over

something. I was a little surprised I hadn’t been warned of his pending arrival, but

maybe he just didn’t want me to know.

“I’ll see you later, Holly,” I called out as I took off in a jog. I

Вы читаете Spark
Добавить отзыв
ВСЕ ОТЗЫВЫ О КНИГЕ В ОБРАНЕ

0

Вы можете отметить интересные вам фрагменты текста, которые будут доступны по уникальной ссылке в адресной строке браузера.

Отметить Добавить цитату