When Cami moves in with the 2 most popular guys in school in a new foster home placement, she realizes that her tragic past just might make it so that she will stay lonely forever.
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Cami has...
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The pavement whirred by in a whorl of different colors and textures, but they were the only thing I could focus on at the moment.
Not the warmth from the legs I'd wrapped my own around.
Not the roar of the thunderous engine of the motorcycle I was currently riding on the back of.
Definitely not the feel of a stomach cut from steel my arms were banded around, grasping for dear life.
If it were up to me, I wouldn't have been touching Grey so intimately, but I would've found myself splattered on the solid yellow lines had I not been using him as my own personal seatbelt.
I had started to ask him where we were going until I remembered he couldn't yell the answer back to me.
More than once I'd wondered what had caused him to be mute; was it a birth defect? An injury? A personal choice?
From the way he refused to sign to communicate with his own brother showed me that that part was definitely the choice, but I wasn't about to pry.
He had saved me from Colton. Not literally, not in the way that I'd needed saving a week ago, but he'd been there to get me away from him.
Had he seen it in my eyes? Did the quickening of my heart give away everything? Or was it the look on my face?
I was positive Maria knew. She'd asked me as much during dinner when Parker's entire friend group had shown up at the dinner out of nowhere.
She even asked me if I wanted her to kick all of them out, to which I'd declined.
It wasn't my house, no matter how hard she would most likely try to make it seem that way in the coming weeks or months or however long I was going to stay.
Probably until graduation.
My birthday couldn't come soon enough. June 10th had never seemed so far away. It was only November, and I was already dreading each and every school day until the end.
Until I turned that coveted age of eighteen.
I'd sometimes questioned my social worker, about the status of my inheritance and why the trust had failed me.
Why I was bounced around to shitty foster home to shittier foster home instead of placed in the care of a trusted adult from my family's estate and sent to some uppity boarding school where at least I'd be taken care of.
She always told me that the funds were still tied up in probate, and that the beneficiary of the trust (a person I still didn't know the name of) wasn't able to access the money left for me.
I didn't question it at such a young age but now, in my research into trusts and estates and probate...it didn't seem right.
