After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“No, I always wanted to move to Seattle. But lately I’ve been thinking of going even further,” I admit.
“You should. You should travel and see everything you possibly can. A woman like you shouldn’t be kept in a box.” He must notice some odd look on my face, because he quickly says, “Sorry . . . I just mean you could do so much. You have a lot talents, I can tell.”
But I wasn’t bothered by what he said. Something about the way he called me a woman makes me happy; in my life, I’ve always felt like a child because everyone treats me like one. Trevor is only a friend, a new friend, but I’m really glad to have his company on this terrible day.
“Have you had dinner?” I ask.
“Not yet. I was debating whether or not to order a pizza, so I don’t have to go back into that blizzard.” He laughs.
“We could split one?” I offer.
“Deal,” he says, with the kindest look I’ve seen in a long time.
My father has the stupidest expression on his face; it always happens when he tries to look authoritative, like now, with his arms crossed as he stands filling his front doorway.
“She isn’t going to come here, Hardin—she knows you’ll find her.”
I fight the urge to knock his teeth down his throat. Instead, I rake my fingers through my hair, flinching slightly when my knuckles twinge. The cuts are deeper than usual this time. Punching the drywall did more damage to my hands than I thought. It’s nothing compared to how I feel inside. I never knew this type of pain existed; it’s so much worse than any physical pain I could cause myself.
“Son, I really think you should give her some space.”
Who the fuck does he think he is?
“Space? She doesn’t need space! She needs to come home!” I yell. The old woman next door turns to look at us, and I raise my arms at her.
“Please don’t be rude to my neighbors,” my dad warns me.
“Then tell your neighbors to mind their own damn business!” I’m sure the old gray-hair heard that.
“Goodbye, Hardin,” my father says with a sigh and closes the door.
“Fuck!” I yell and pace back and forth on the porch a few times before finally going back out to my car.
Where the hell is she? As mad as I am, I’m worried as hell about her. Is she alone, or afraid? Oh course, knowing Tessa, she isn’t afraid at all; she’s probably going over the reasons she hates me. Actually, she’s probably writing them down. Her need to be in control of everything and her stupid lists used to drive me crazy, but now I long to see her scribbling the most irrelevant things. I would give anything to watch her chew on her full bottom lip in concentration, or see that adorable scowl take over her sweet face, even one more time. Now that she’s with Noah and her mother, the small chance I thought I had is gone. Once she’s reminded why he’s better for her than me, she’ll be his again.