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With that future fantasy embedded in my mind, I wrap my hand around Quinn’s nape and say, “Well, tomorrow, let’s take our first step toward that new life.”
Quinn arches a brow, and I clarify, “Tomorrow, we call Abi.”
I’ve had the most restless sleep, and after finally getting five minutes, I’m rudely awakened by a banging. I try to focus on my breathing, hoping it’ll lull me back to sleep, but sadly, as the banging now incorporates some moaning, I know I have no hope of dozing off.
Throwing my arm over my eyes, I groan, “What time is it?”
Quinn barely sleeps, and I know now is no exception, as no one could sleep through the ruckus next door.
“A little after six.”
“A.m.?” I bark in shock, and he laughs in response.
“Jesus Christ! People are trying to sleep!” I yell as I reach over my head and thump on the wall.
This of course goes unnoticed by the amorous couple, who are saying some choice words I hope to never hear ever again.
So far, I hate Canada. It’s cold, they talk funny, and oh, my family lives here. But I have to suck it up and deal since it’s my sanctuary.
“Oh c’mon, it could be worse,” Quinn says, obviously reading my thoughts.
“How?” I ask as I turn to face him and melt when I see his mussed hair flick into his emerald eyes.
“Well, we could be dead for one,” he explains while I groan.
“Is this little speech supposed to make me feel any better?”
He laughs, his tongue ring catching the early morning light. “Yesterday it sucked, I get it,” he says, passing the conversation baton over to me.
But I only sigh, rubbing my brow, as yesterday’s debacle still gives me a headache, and I really don’t want to talk or think about it.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Sometimes I really wish he couldn’t read me so well.
“No. I do not.”
When he remains quiet, I guess I should at least explain a portion of how I’m feeling because I have no intention of discussing my so-called “family” ever again.
“Quinn, they’re both dead to me,” I state with finality, proud that my voice didn’t betray my pain.
“But you have a sister,” he gently says, as if that’s meant to sway my decision.
The fact that Ihavea sister is what makes my choice easier.
Cynthia left me with my father for reasons unknown, but now I know part of that reason is because of the girl who is nothing but a stranger to me.
“I don’t have a sister. I have someone who shares the same bloodline as me. In no way will she ever be my sister. If I wanted a bitch in my life, I’d get Lucky a girlfriend,” I spit, and Lucky whines at the end of our bed.
“What you did? It took a lot of courage. And if you never want to see them again, at least you can say you tried.”
He’s right, as usual, and I yank on the collar of his shirt, pulling him close. “Aren’t you sick of always being right?”
“Well, it does get old,” he says with a mock sigh.
Regardless of how shitty my day is, knowing that I have Quinn by my side makes this all a little more bearable.
“Hank would have been proud, too,” he whispers, brushing a stray strand of hair off my brow.
