Nineteen

"Maybe I'll let you read it on your own," he said, standing up. I didn't protest, figuring it would be better that way.

I was stalling, holding the paper but not yet mustering up the courage to open and read it. I didn't want to see something that would never let me look at my father the same way again. I didn't need a soothsayer to let me know my father was a hundred percent in on it and I didn't want to know the details.

However, this was probably my only chance to leave. He had given me that opportunity. So why was I hesitating?

If I left, I realized I had nowhere else to go. I couldn't go back to my parents' house. My father would skin me alive if he realized I had messed up his plans. I wasn't sure if he and Davis had struck up their partnership yet. I just knew I couldn't go home. Even if they wanted me back, I couldn't possibly look at their faces all day without getting mad.

I couldn't go to Kayden either. He hadn't even settled himself and I would only be a burden to this