Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 14
He pulled away. “I really will make it up to you.
I’m going to come back, and we’re going to finish out senior year, and we’ll make it the best last month of school ever.
And after graduation, I’ll take you to New York. You can wear your dress, I’ll put on the tux, and we’ll have our own prom, and it will be just the beginning of the rest of our life together. It’s going to be amazing, Abbi, I promise.”
He spoke with such passion and conviction, it was impossible not to be infected with it.
I laughed and nodded, believing every word of it, because how could I not when he was telling me that all of our dreams were going to come true?
It was just the first of many promises he broke. Abel Morning brought with it a fresh kind of hell. I was rudely jolted from sleep by something soft smacking me in the face. I woke with a groan and a throbbing inside my skull. Hangovers sucked.
Being woken up by your fifteen-year-old kid brother at the crack of dawn after one of the shittiest night’s on record sucked more.
Seeing the sympathy and mild disgust on his face was even worse. I could only imagine what I looked and smelled like. I’d crashed into bed in my old room the second I walked in the door last night after Mom and Dad rescued me from my very brief stint in one of Boston’s lovely jails.
“You look like shit that’s been like stepped in.” Aiden hovered over my bed, still holding the pillow he’d smacked me with.
“Thanks.” I turned over and pulled the blanket up over my face. “Mom and Dad are freaking out about you getting arrested. Drinking and driving, Abel?”
I ripped the covers off my face and sat up. “I wasn’t drinking and driving.” I mean, I did, but I wasn’t over the legal limit. I barely even registered when I blew into the breathalyzer.
“I got arrested for reckless driving because I was going thirty-five over the limit and because there was a bottle of whiskey in my passenger seat, but I wasn’t drunk, and I wasn’t drinking while driving.” Not that it’d made a lick of difference to the state patrolman who pulled me over.
It certainly didn’t stop the guy from putting me in cuffs and having my car impounded. “Guess the cop wasn’t a Rebel Cry fan,” Aiden nickered. “Guess not.” “Well, you’re in deep shit. With Mom and Dad and probably your label too. Your arrest is all over online. Also something about a club last night.” Figured it would be.