“I understand that I’m not going to stand by and let some boy, or any guy for that matter, abuse my daughter, Mystic,” my dad replied. “Understand this, Mystic, like you’ve never understood anything else in your life. If you do not walk away from that boy, I will not stop until his life isruined.”
Defeated.
That’s what I was.
Defeated.
Only, I didn’t know just how brutal the loss in this war was going to be. Even as I agreed to stop seeing Gage, I had this half-ass plan of telling him everything and running off together.
And I would have.
I would have followed Gage Evans anywhere, everywhere.
But that afternoon, after I lied to everyone and told them I’d never speak to him again, my parents had taken my phone and my tablet and had driven me to the airport, where they had announced that my Aunt Rosie had agreed to let me stay with her for a while, until things ‘cooled down’. My parents and the school had planned everything out even before asking for my side. The school transfer had already been completed.
Aunt Rosie lived in Montana and not in the urban areas. I lived with her on an honest-to-God Montana ranch, with spotting wi-fi connection that she only used for her work computer. With only a landline to talk to my parents on, it wasn’t until two weeks later that I had managed to sneak onto my aunt’s work computer and reached out to Gage.
However, after logging onto every social media account I had, it was evidently clear that Gage hadn’t wanted to hear from me. I had been blocked from everything that was Gage Evans. He hadn’t wanted to hear my reasons. He hadn’t wanted an explanation. At the same time that I was still planning on running away with him, he was blocking me from his life.
Heartbreak really was a damaging sonofabitch.
Chapter 14
Gage~
She left me.
Mystic fuckingleftme.
No reason.
No explanation.
She caved to the pressure, and for that, Mystic Anderson was dead to me.
Mystic Anderson was dead to me, and she’d better hope I never lay eyes on her ever again.
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Chapter 15
Mystic – (Ten Years Later)~
Mean girls sucked.
They were like vicious leeches sucking out everything good in the world. And-newsflash-they didn’t fade away after high school. Nope. They existed in college and well into adulthood. They were everywhere and there was no escaping them. From the cashier who looks down her nose at your coupons to socialites who snub anyone not wearing designer clothing.
Them. Bitches. Were.Everywhere.
And starting my first day at Cavanaugh Industries, I was quickly learning that they were here, too.
In droves.
Okay...maybe not indroves.But for someone who did her best to stay out of the limelight, one or two were one or two too many, in my opinion. I didn’t want to have to deal with territorial children, but I also wasn’t one to not stand up for myself, so I was hoping the resident mean girls at Cavanaugh Industries would find me boring enough to just let me be. I wasn’t holding out too much hope, though. Mean girls couldn’t be mean girls if they didn’t have victims, and I was fairly sure I was up to bat, being the new girl and all.
