Faith walked down the school hallway towards her next class when she heard Gunner call, trying to catch up to her on his crutches.
“Fait, wait up!” He called again. This time she stopped and turned around to face him. He approached her and noticed her eyes swollen, making him think she had been crying all night.
“Can we talk?”
“I’m sorry, Gunner, but I have to go to class. I don’t want to be late and have the principal call my parents,” she said, trying so hard to keep the distance between them, because all she wanted was to hug him and kiss him right there.
“Okay, can we at least talk during lunchtime then? Please, say yes,” he begged, giv
“So, would you come home with me? I would love to spend some time with Trigger, and it would be great if you kept me company. We can do our homework in the stall with him,” Palmer said as she walked out of the school by Christopher’s hand.“I would love to. Just gotta let mom know I’ll be late,” he replied, taking his phone out and calling Grace.After letting his mother know he'll be hanging out at Palmer's house, they both got on the bus and sat in the back. Neither one of them had seen Faith or Gunner today. They both hoped everything was okay. Palmer would call them later to check in on them.“So I was thinking, maybe one day we could have a date and just
“Call the sheriff, Mom,” Christopher repeated, pulling Grace out of the trance, and she headed towards the phone at the end of the counter.“You better not call anyone, Grace. I’m not here to cause problems. All I want is my family back,” he replied, making Christopher scoff as he walked closer to him.“What family? Did you think I wouldn’t know you used to beat mom every single night? How she would hide her bruises, but I could see them anyway? You are just a coward, and I want you out of my house.”Bill looked at Christopher up and down, and he smirked, leaning against the counter.“Since when have you bec
They were all waiting in the waiting area for any news about Grace. Christopher was getting impatient, fidgeting with his fingers as he looked at the door where the doctors would come in and out. Thomas had left to file more paperwork, James and Daisy had gone back home to tend the horses.Palmer was sitting in the chair, looking at Christopher’s pace back and forth, passing his hands through his hair in frustration.“Chris, please sit down. Try to calm down,” she said in a soft voice, but he was not listening to her. Faith and Gunner walked into the hospital after hearing what happened, and with a worried expression, she quickly pulled Christopher in a hug.“I’m sorry to hear about your mom,” Faith said when she pulled away.
“Are you going to offer me something to drink at least?” Bill asked as Thomas filled some paperwork. Letting out an annoyed sigh, he ordered Jay to get him some water while he finished doing his work.“You know? It was so nice to see my beautiful wife again.”“She’s not your wife anymore, so don’t you dare get near her again. You should be in prison for domestic violence and for assaulting a minor,” Thomas said, his back still facing the cell where he put Bill in.“A minor? He’s the one that punched me. In any case, he should be the one with charges.”Thomas was losing his patience, and he was cl
Faith stood in front of her door, trying to take deep breaths before turning around to face Gunner.“Are you sure you want to go through with this again?” She asked, fidgeting with her fingers nervously as she looked at him with a frown on her face. Gunner walked to her, not using his crutches this time, and took her hands in his, rubbing her knuckles.“I’m sure, pretty girl. This time he will have to hear me, and I have come with a plan,” he replied, and that plan was already scaring Faith. She nodded, taking another deep breath before opening the door.“Mom, Dad?” She called. The house was silent, and she looked around, but there was no one in there. Gunner stood
Christopher knocked on Palmer’s door and stood back to wait. He was going out on an official date with her, apart from the lake picnic and he was looking forward to it. He’d worn something that she might like; a white t-shirt with a blue flannel shirt on top, some faded, ripped jeans, and black converse.He stood in front of her door with his ruffled hair, giving himself a onceover on the glass before he knocked.He was casual and comfortable.Palmer opened the door and looked at him with a shy smile. She was wearing some short jeans and a red flannel shirt, tied up in the belly area. Christopher couldn’t help but look at where her skin showed and gulped nervously. He loved how beautiful
“Christopher, please pull over. You need to calm down,” Palmer pleaded, touching his arm to make him pay attention to her, but he was focusing on the road.“I want to get home,” he replied before the silence took over the car for the rest of the ride. Palmer didn’t say another word and looked out the window, trying to calm herself down after the fight between him and Hunter earlier.They arrived at his house, and he opened the door, heading towards the barn without waiting for Palmer. She looked at him from inside the car, knowing he needed space while she tried to make sense of what went down in town. After a few minutes, she got out and headed to the barn to check on him.
Christopher woke up to see the morning sun sneaking through the window. He sighed and checked the time. It was nine in the morning. Last night he had called Daisy to let her know Palmer was staying over, telling her that she fell asleep and he didn’t want to wake her up.He felt guilty for lying to her, but nothing else came to mind, and it seemed like a good excuse.As he rubbed his face, he looked to his side to find Palmer sleeping soundly. Memories of their intimacy came through his mind. The way their bodies melted into each other’s, how beautiful she looked under the sheets with him.Christopher hoped he hadn’t hurt her. He thought about how amazing it was and how it was worth it to have his first time with her.“I hope you don&r