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My parents are in the living room now, heading to my dad’s office. They start yelling again and I pause at the top of the stairs to listen.
“We were finally moving on from this and now look at you!” my dad says. “It’s like we’re reliving it all over again!”
“That is NOT what I’m doing! This isn’t permanent. She just needs a place to stay until I find her someplace else.”
“And that worked out just great last time, didn’t it?” he says, sarcastically.
“How DARE you use that against me!” my mom yells. “After all that I’ve gone through these past few weeks, how dare you bring that up!” The door of his office slams shut.
“I think your girlfriend’s gonna have to move out,” Jenna says from behind me.
I turn and see that smug grin still on her face. “You’re really okay with her living on the streets? Not having food? Water? Clean clothes?”
“She won’t be homeless,” Jenna huffs. “She’ll just go stay with one of her friends.”
“Her friends are poor, like she is. They can’t take her in.” I step up to Jenna and stare down at her. “If Dad kicks Nova out, she has nowhere to go. She’ll have to drop out of school. She won’t have anything to eat. She’ll be sleeping on the street, in the freezing cold. Is that what you want?”
I wouldn’t let that happen, but I’m trying to make a point.
“I thought she had friends,” Jenna says.
“Yeah. Me. I’m it.”
“What about her grandpa?”
“He died. So did her mom. And her dad took off. She told you that story. She has no one. And no place to live. So Dad kicking her out means she’s going to be living on the streets in the freezing cold with nothing to eat.”
“Oh.” Jenna looks down at the floor.
“I need to get out of here.” I run down the stairs to Nova’s room and grab her keys. I almost grab her other stuff, but then decide not to. If she sees me with it, she’ll assume she’s not coming back. I’m not to ready accept that yet, but I think it might happen. Seeing my dad’s reaction when he saw her, he’s not going to let her stay.
22
Nova
“Still nothing?”I say to Easton as he checks his phone for the millionth time.
We’ve been at this coffee shop for three hours now and haven’t heard a word from Easton’s mom. He thought by now she would’ve called him, or at least sent him a text.
“Not yet.” He sets his phone down. “You want to get something to eat?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“We could go somewhere else. We don’t have to eat here.”
“Easton, I can’t. I’m too nervous to eat.”
He reaches across the table and holds my hand. “It’ll work out. You won’t be living in your car.”
“He’s not going to agree to let me stay. You saw how angry he was.”
“Yeah, and I don’t get it. We have plenty of room, and if you’re staying in the basement, he won’t even see you.”
“Why do you think he hates me so much?”
“He doesn’t hate you. He just doesn’t want me being reminded of my past. Or maybe he’s the one who doesn’t want to be reminded of it.”
“But I’m only part of your past. You were in your old life for five years. I was only in one of those years.”
