Never Letting Go

Chapter Four

Alright, I'm late. I was having issues with the internet and couldn't get it to work very well until yesterday. Then there was all the craziness with Christmas coming up. Anyways, I apologize. This is more of a filler chapter. New character in the next chapter! Not sure when it will be up though. We'll see whether or not I can find anytime to write within this next week.

Have a very Merry Christmas!

Kat

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Chapter Four

I rolled over and groaned. I hit the off button on my alarm and pulled myself up. I was completely exhausted but I knew if I didn't get up Colton would come looking for me.

I shuffled over to my dresser and pulled out a random shirt and pair of jeans. I cracked my door slightly and leaned my head against the wall, listening. The house sounded quiet so I assumed my dad had gone out. Glancing over at my clock confirmed that I had 30 minutes until Colton would be done with practice and 45 until my brother would get off from work.

I glanced at my bed longingly, but forced myself to step out of my room. The sooner I showered, the sooner I'd be out of here. And that was the only thought that could get me to move.

"Let's go," I said as I slid into the passenger seat of Colton's car.

"I thought you said your dad was going to be here?" he said looking confused, "Shouldn't his car be here?"

"He had to run out and grab some things," I mumbled, setting my bag on the floor and buckling my seatbelt.

His hand reached out and gently grabbed mine, "You okay? You look a little upset."

"I'm fine," I said, glancing up at him for a moment before looking back out the window. Anxiety was growing in my stomach slowly. Derrick would be getting home soon and I wanted to be gone long before that.

"You sure?" he asked, sounding unconvinced.

"Yeah," I replied and gave him a weak smile, before looking away.

"I will be..."

"You missed your turn."

"Nope," he responded and looked over at me smiling, "I have a surprise for you."

"Oh no," I groaned, burying my head in my hands, "How bad is it?"

"Hey," he protested, sounding slightly offended, "It's not bad at all. In fact, I'm being helpful."

"Last time you were being 'helpful' was when we were 12 and you decided to be nice and cook your parent's dinner for their anniversary. You nearly burnt the house down."

"It was not that bad!"

"Yes, it was. Your parents come home from work to see firefighters everywhere and firetrucks all around the block. Your mom nearly had a heart attack. You completely ruined the kitchen, most of the living room, and a nice sized portion of the dining room. Then all you could do was say 'oops' and grin sheepishly."

He was lost for words for a couple seconds, just sitting there with his mouth open. "Well..." he started to say, then stopped for a moment, "Well this is different. It's not going to turn out like that!"

"I'll bet," I muttered sarcastically and sulked down in the seat, "How are you being 'helpful'?"

"I found you a job."

"Really?" I asked, now interested, "I thought the library wasn't going to be reopening until closer to November?"

"Oh, it's not at the library. Trey knows someone who's looking to hire someone."