I Overheard That She Was 19 Novels & Stories

I chuckled staring at her and she shot me a glare which I acted totally oblivious to. "How have you been?" I asked. "Caged. With you and Penelope out of the house I've become like a piece of exhibition for Mom and Grandpa and it makes me feel like I'm still a kid," she whined. I shrugged my shoulders," That's because you are still a kid and I'm sure they are just looking out for you." She scoffed showing how much my words displeased her. "A kid, I'm nineteen. I'll be twenty in a few months."

As I said, my daughter was nineteen. It was a Friday night the very first time something... happened.

She held her hand up, which he took. “It’s nice to meet you, Maya.” “And you.” “How old are you?” he asked. “I’m, erm, I’m seventeen.” She wasn’t eighteen until next year, making her one of the youngest in her year. “I’m eighteen. Maybe I’ll see you in school when it starts up.” She was getting more and more uncomfortable by the second. “I, erm, I’ve got to go.”

I asked, smiling at him. “Fuck you, man. The little puke is three years older than her. She’s thirteen for fuck sakes.” “Actually she is fourteen, and she starts high school in a couple of weeks. So, really the ages are no different from when we met Heather,” Reed points out.

“Unfortunately, politics are sometimes more important than the life of a 15-year-old boy. You should know that already.” “Argh,” she groans, freeing herself from my hold. “I know, I know.” Halting mid-movement, she scrunches her nose at me. “But he isn’t 15, Arawn. Men are so inattentive.” “Of course he is.” I see her face fall and laugh out loud. “What did he tell you?” Her eyes widen as she shakes her head repeatedly. “19. He told me he was 19! God, I went to a club with him.”

So this was new to me. “Trust me cupcake, I know everything about it.” To say it caught me off guard would be an understatement. I almost felt like I couldn't see him like that. Like something in my heart twisted to see the pain in his eyes. “What?” My eyes narrowed at him, asking him to explain at what he just hinted. Pi turned his face back to face the sky. Nothing could have prepared me to digest the words that came out of Pi’s mouth after that. “I met her when I was nineteen.”

She looks so skinny and gets jumpy at every slight noise. “ So tell me, were you able to graduate high school?” She nods. “ The orphanage I grew up in, made sure we got our high school diplomas before releasing us when we turn eighteen.” “ So, you’re currently eighteen?” She shakes her head and smiles shyly. “ Why are you blushing? Are you older than eighteen? That’s not a bad thing.” “ I’m sixteen.” Well, that’s surprising. She definitely looks older than sixteen, even though she’s very skinny. “ You graduated high school early?”

I asked slowly, even though I knew that she was young and wouldn’t have any ideas about the mansion escape route. “Hmmm… It has been ten years.” She replied with a smile, and I widened my eyes at her. “I’m not joking, Erica.” I shook my head at her, disappointed in her. “I am not joking either. I will be 19 this year, and I’ve been here since I was nine years old,” she said with a straight face. “How did it happen? Is he into little girls too?” I asked angrily, trying to calm myself, my wolf bristling.

"How old are you?" I started eyeing her up and down, but no matter how closely I examined her face, Octavia still looked as young as a seventeen-year-old girl to me. Or maybe she just looked young. "I'm nineteen," she answered at last. "Only nineteen?" "I graduated with a Master degree from Italy last year." "Really? And...and how long have you been nineteen?" I said. She chuckled at me when she saw my disappointed face. "What do you expect me to be? A hundred and two?" she said.

His eyes narrow as he stares at me and I swallow nervously. “If I knew why I wouldn’t be so confused by myself either. And don’t worry I won’t get arrested, she’s legal.” I sigh and look away but I could feel his eyes still on me. “I see. How old is she?” “Nineteen.” “Still risky. Have you...”