Me
Yes.
Alex
Good girl.
Sweet dreams. Until tomorrow.
Tomorrow...
We have—we have turned some sort of corner. And...
I don't know what to think.
There is Alex.
There is Enzo.
And I think...
I think I want them both.
Chapter Eighteen
ENZO
"What the fuck, Lyndall?"
She dumps her bags. "I'm early."
"No shit." I grab the bags and follow her into my kitchen.
She is two days early.
I agreed, Monday, on the phone, to allow her to come and stay with me over the weekend.
She will want to stay and travel to school when semester break is over, but while that is fine with me, we would have to do some acrobatics with how it will work.
Of course, there are kids who travel by train upstate to and from school. More do it on weekends. And I'm going to suggest we ease into it.
Dad will be easier to handle that way.
I will have Lyndall on weekends, and she stays at school during the week.
Of course, Lyndall will hate that. And Dad might put his foot down.
I can see a great disaster happening if I don't do this right. He has the power over her, ultimately, as he is her father. But he might use this as a way to attempt to control me, too.
And she...well, she is fucking fifteen, so who knows how many time bombs are in her. She is about ready to go off in a wildfire storm of teen turning adult.
Which, no matter how much Lyndall wants to be of age, she has a few years.
I sigh and take the bottle of booze she is reaching for.
"Enzo—"
"Fuck, no. If your being here is an excuse to act out, I will have Dad send a car for you. You're underage, and you will follow my rules and the law in general.Capisce?"
