No RoW80 update since we’re still on the break between rounds, but I’ll still share a little snippet of Law of Choice. I’ve written over 11k on it this week. 1 more scene I want to write today, then I only have 2 more planned after that. I should have it finished before Friday. Then, I’m planning to pick up the novella set between books 2 & 3 of my Flames series. However, I imagine there will be quite the opportunity for spoilers in that one, especially for book 1. So, I think I’ll keep sharing snippets from this one instead of running into the spoiler issue.
For today, I have 9 paragraphs(1+0+1+2+0+1+4) from Chapter 2.
Brian leaned back against the headboard and glanced up at the ceiling. He’d wanted to see his mother before anything else. But, his father was already on their couch drinking. There was no way he was going in there tonight. He could see her through the kitchen window, no visible bruises. It would have to wait until morning.
He sighed as he took in Mason’s legs hanging over in the couch a few feet away, in what passed as a living room in his converted apartment. He should have sent his friend home instead of letting him stay. With another sigh, he got up off the bed and collected the four empty beer bottles scattered around. His nose wrinkled at the smell of the alcohol. He’d never cared for it. He tossed them into the garbage can and grabbed a bucket to leave by the couch in case Mason needed it. Thankfully he usually didn’t. He tossed a blanket over him even though it didn’t quite cover his feet.
Brian went back to the bed and grabbed his phone. He settled back against the headboard again as he scrolled through his contacts. He didn’t know why he bothered. He wasn’t having a party, so none of them would want to hear from him. Ashley had never cared if he was throwing a party. But, he couldn’t call her. If she’d even answer.
Still, his finger stroked across her name. Then, he threw the phone onto the bed with a groan. He was such a loser. His best friend was passed out drunk on his couch, and he was still pining for the girl who’d let him go three years ago. He ran both hands over his face then picked up the phone again. Sending her a message wasn’t pathetic, right? They could still be friends. And if they didn’t actually speak, they couldn’t fight.
Still, he tapped his fingers on the back of the phone for a few moments before hitting the message icon under her name. Then, he froze. What was he supposed to say? Everything he thought of sounded idiotic. And he was supposed to be the smart law student.
“Idiot. Idiot. Idiot,” he muttered, banging his head on the headboard. Finally, he typed out:
Got home tonight.
He hit send before he lost his nerve. She probably wouldn’t even respond. Hell, maybe she was sleeping. Maybe she’d changed her number. Maybe she did have a boyfriend despite what Mason had said. Oh, Lord, he hoped she wasn’t with him now. What if they were-
Thankfully his phone dinged then, stopping any further thoughts along that line. He brought the message up and smiled when he saw her name.
I feel weird not having anything else on my Wednesday post. I’ve been writing, revising, plotting, reading, and knitting. You know, like the rest of the time. Next week I’ll be back to my usual Wednesday RoW80/WiPPet posts at least.