Lahat ng Kabanata ng Saving the Wilsons: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

CHLOE POV    I place the six on the seven in my solitary game before sighing. I have zero hope that Ian will show up today for his appointment. He was a no-show yesterday, but he did call. The receptionist didn't take down his reason, so I'm not sure, but my money is on he didn't want to come.   For the past three days, I've done nothing but obsess over what I'm going to say to him if I ever see him again. But even after three days, I've got nothing. Nothing new anyway...  "Chloe," my intercom sounds, and I press talk to answer.   "Yes,""Your 11:30 appointment is here.""Umm. Okay, thank you," I fumble out as my nerves skyrocket.   Ian is here, and I feel like I showed up to school naked. My palms are sweating, and my stomach is in knots as I leave my office to head to the front. I've never been good with confrontation, and since he left so angry last time.....  "Good mor

CHLOE POV  "Hey Chloe, can I speak with you," Ian's voice calls from behind me before I can escape into my office.   I really haven't had a chance to calm down from what transpired earlier, and I am still embarrassed over how jealous I got when Ian's body reacted to Trinity. So I really don't want to talk to anyone... Especially him.   "Ian, I would really like some alone time," I respond over my shoulder, not realizing how close he had gotten to me.   Ian grabs my hand, and I freeze. His eyes look almost panicked as they stare at me. Need and fear glow within their depths.   "Chloe, everything that chick said was a lie. She was bitter. Rejected people say hurtful things....please...just can we forget about today. I..really....you know I didn't......I don't like her. My body...Chloe," Ian stumbles out, and his neck turns scarlet.    I let my gaze fall to our hands, and I squee

CHLOE POV  "Chloe Elizabeth Shaw, I forbid you from seeing that boy," my mother orders through the phone in a nasty voice I have heard many times before.    "Excuse me," I ask as my smug smile falls from my face.   "I forbid you from tainting our name even further by dating that boy. He is just like his bed-jumping brother, and I will not have it. I am sick of biting my tongue. I had to listen to you defend him at lunch when you were speaking to your father, and I am done. He is a murderer. He crashed that car and killed those innocent boys just like you did," my mother barks out, and a piece of my heart snaps off.    My ears start ringing, and my heart sinks as the realization that "BOTH" my parents blame me for something beyond my control. Bile rises in my throat as I fight back the need to vomit. Pain and anger punch through me as my mother continues to ramble on about my failures as a Shaw. As the ringi

IAN POVI watch Chloe's eyes widen as we listen to her father announce himself at my parent's front door. "What does he want," I whisper, and Chloe shrugs as she stands to her feet. I unlock the brakes on my chair and follow her into the living room. I try to hide my surprise when I glance at Chloe's father, but I am positive he saw the slight shock on my face. The man is a massive version of his daughter. Alastair Shaw is Chloe on steroids. "Dad, how did you find me here," Chloe asks as she folds her arms and tries to hide her discomfort. "The Wilsons aren't that hard to find, sweetie...We need to talk, and giving the last conversation, you had with your mother it couldn't wait.........I want you to know that when you spoke to your mom, she wasn't speaking for me. She was only speaking for herself. I don't blame you for that punk kid's mistakes. There wasn't anything you could do," Chloe's dad says, and Chloe's

CHLOE POV     "Hello."  "Hello, my name is Chloe Shaw. I am trying to reach the parents of Raymond Rivas," I reply nervously while twirling a pen at my desk.   "This is his mother...What's this about," Mrs. Rivas replies.   "Oh umm..hi. I was calling to speak to you about Ian Wilson. I understand if you don't want to, I just had a few questions," I quickly blurt and wait.    She only takes a moment before responding.    "Umm. Sure, I don't know much about him. He was on my son's football team and was the driver of the vehicle the night my son died.....I, well, he wrote me a letter after the accident," Mrs. Rivas answers hesitantly, and I smile.   "I was wondering how you feel about him.....like if you are still angry or upset with him over what happened," I ask timidly."No, I wish it didn't happen. I miss my son. But I'm not upset. His lette