Katie In Denver (In Denver Series Book 3) Read Online Free Page A
Author: R. Colora
abortion; it was her dad. He tells me never to contact her again and that I am no longer welcome on tribal land. Hanging up, I sit on my bed and feel nothing but sadness.
I lie in bed and stare at my ceiling when my mom knocks to tell me everyone is waiting for me at the dinner table. I break down crying, and she calls my father in the room. I tell them everything and that I know I made a mistake, I should have stood by Katie, and I should have listened to her and come to them for help. My mother cried for me; she was upset that I would basically force Katie into having an abortion and my father just got up and went to call Katie’s father.
“Well, Michael,” he says with his voice filled with rage. “You have nothing to worry about. Katie terminated the pregnancy like you asked, her father said he will return your money, they don’t want anything from us and now forty years’ worth of friendship is gone because my close friend told me as long as he lives he will never forgive what the Kerrigans took from him. So finish packing. I’m sure you don’t want to miss any social mixers at your new school.”
“Shamus!” my mom yells.
“SHAMUS MY ASS, ELENA! He pushed a scared sixteen-year-old girl into killing her baby—my grandchild—so he could go away to college instead of doing the right thing and coming to us. He gave the girl two thousand dollars and told her to handle it! What would we do if it was Stacy? He wouldn’t even go with her! He told her he would pick her up and drop her off! Is that the fucking son I raised? No, that isn’t, so I’m telling him to pack his shit and get the fuck out of my house. I hope he enjoys Dartmouth.”
I have never in all eighteen years heard my dad raise his voice or curse at my mom. This was all my fault.
“He’s our son, Shamus, he made a bad choice.”
“No, don’t baby him. Making a bad choice is streaking across a football field, underage drinking, maybe trying pot— those are bad choices. How many times have we had this talk with our boys? How many times have we told them to come to us?”
He says nothing else before slamming my bedroom door. My mom sits with me and says, “Maybe you and Katie can work this out.”
I shake my head, and the tears start again. “I broke up with her. I told her I wanted to experience college.”
“Oh, honey, you have made such a mess of this whole thing I’m not sure I can help you fix this, son.” She gets up from the bed and walks to the door. “Finish packing, your flight leaves early in the morning, I can’t tell you everything will work out, only time will tell, honey.” My mom closes the door behind her and even at eighteen I know I destroyed my life and my happiness with a few simple dumb words.
Chapter 4
Katie
I scream. It’s pain like I have never felt before. It feels like my insides are being ripped apart. I roll off my bed and hit the floor. The light turns on, and it’s my parents.
“Joseph,” my mom says, trying to remain calm but I can see the panic in her face. “I need you to get the car the baby is on the way.”
“Mom, what’s happening? I can’t handle the pain,” I say, panting. “Mom, please help me.”
“Sweetie, I need you to breathe. Your dad is getting the car, your bag is packed, and as soon as we get you in the car I will call the doctor. Let me help you.”
She lifts me up, and I stagger to the car, lying down in the backseat. My dad is focused on the road. I woke up to the bright lights of the emergency room sign, the nurses running out to the car to help my parents.
“She is sixteen, and she isn’t due for another three weeks my mother informs the nurse.”
“We are moving her up to labor and delivery,” the nurse tells my parents.
When I arrive in the room, I’m hooked up to monitors and machines. I want to call Michael to tell him what’s happening, but I realize that would be a mistake. He has moved on with his life, and I have moved on with
I lie in bed and stare at my ceiling when my mom knocks to tell me everyone is waiting for me at the dinner table. I break down crying, and she calls my father in the room. I tell them everything and that I know I made a mistake, I should have stood by Katie, and I should have listened to her and come to them for help. My mother cried for me; she was upset that I would basically force Katie into having an abortion and my father just got up and went to call Katie’s father.
“Well, Michael,” he says with his voice filled with rage. “You have nothing to worry about. Katie terminated the pregnancy like you asked, her father said he will return your money, they don’t want anything from us and now forty years’ worth of friendship is gone because my close friend told me as long as he lives he will never forgive what the Kerrigans took from him. So finish packing. I’m sure you don’t want to miss any social mixers at your new school.”
“Shamus!” my mom yells.
“SHAMUS MY ASS, ELENA! He pushed a scared sixteen-year-old girl into killing her baby—my grandchild—so he could go away to college instead of doing the right thing and coming to us. He gave the girl two thousand dollars and told her to handle it! What would we do if it was Stacy? He wouldn’t even go with her! He told her he would pick her up and drop her off! Is that the fucking son I raised? No, that isn’t, so I’m telling him to pack his shit and get the fuck out of my house. I hope he enjoys Dartmouth.”
I have never in all eighteen years heard my dad raise his voice or curse at my mom. This was all my fault.
“He’s our son, Shamus, he made a bad choice.”
“No, don’t baby him. Making a bad choice is streaking across a football field, underage drinking, maybe trying pot— those are bad choices. How many times have we had this talk with our boys? How many times have we told them to come to us?”
He says nothing else before slamming my bedroom door. My mom sits with me and says, “Maybe you and Katie can work this out.”
I shake my head, and the tears start again. “I broke up with her. I told her I wanted to experience college.”
“Oh, honey, you have made such a mess of this whole thing I’m not sure I can help you fix this, son.” She gets up from the bed and walks to the door. “Finish packing, your flight leaves early in the morning, I can’t tell you everything will work out, only time will tell, honey.” My mom closes the door behind her and even at eighteen I know I destroyed my life and my happiness with a few simple dumb words.
Chapter 4
Katie
I scream. It’s pain like I have never felt before. It feels like my insides are being ripped apart. I roll off my bed and hit the floor. The light turns on, and it’s my parents.
“Joseph,” my mom says, trying to remain calm but I can see the panic in her face. “I need you to get the car the baby is on the way.”
“Mom, what’s happening? I can’t handle the pain,” I say, panting. “Mom, please help me.”
“Sweetie, I need you to breathe. Your dad is getting the car, your bag is packed, and as soon as we get you in the car I will call the doctor. Let me help you.”
She lifts me up, and I stagger to the car, lying down in the backseat. My dad is focused on the road. I woke up to the bright lights of the emergency room sign, the nurses running out to the car to help my parents.
“She is sixteen, and she isn’t due for another three weeks my mother informs the nurse.”
“We are moving her up to labor and delivery,” the nurse tells my parents.
When I arrive in the room, I’m hooked up to monitors and machines. I want to call Michael to tell him what’s happening, but I realize that would be a mistake. He has moved on with his life, and I have moved on with
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