Page 91 of Heart of Gold
I push her hair away from her face, and kiss her temple. “I’d sacrifice the world for you.”
She rolls her eyes all cute like, “Well, you’re going to your game. I’ll be fine.”
“How are you gonna drive home this weekend?” I remind her. “There’s no way you can drive with your ankle like that.”
Ava shrugs, “I’m not doing anything, I’ll drive her.”
Quinn turns toward her and smiles, “Really?”
“Sure,” Ava smiles. “You wore duct tape for me. Pretty sure I owe ya one.”
After tossing and turning for two hours, Quinn sleeps for about thirty minutes without moving. That is, until my phone starts ringing on the nightstand.
Who would be calling at 4am?
I see Remi’s name scrolling at the top of the screen, and try to answer it quickly.
“Dude, it’s 4am. What do you want?”
He sighs into the phone, “Bro. Collins is standing on top of the press box in the stadium. He’s drunk and he won’t come down. He’s mumbling on about Quinn and says he needs her here. The guys are freaking out thinking he’s gonna jump.”
“Call the cops, Remi. Quinn can’t even walk.”
Hearing her name causes her to rouse up, “What’s going on?”
“It’s alright go back to sleep,” I tell her.
Her brows knit, “Is something wrong? Why is Remi calling you at 4am? Why does he need the cops?”
“Just Collins trying to mess with your head.” I say, because that’s exactly what this is. He’s not suicidal, he’s wanting to show me that she still cares.
“What’s going on?” she asks, yanking the phone from my hand. “Remi what the hell is going on?”
She listens intently to Remi’s voice on the line, and then closes her eyes for a second to breathe. She’s obviously thinking about what to do, but the fact that she’s considering leaving hurts.
“He’s playing you,” I tell her, but it comes out as a warning. “He’s testing you.”
She looks at me with conflicting eyes, “Yeah, maybe.”
“You don’t think so?” I scoff. “He wants to prove to me that you’ll come.”
Her eyes go dark, “So it’s about you?”
“No,” I growl. “It’s about showing me that you still care.”
She sits up in the bed, “It’s not like that, Gavin. I have to go.”
“Why?” I argue. “If you go it gives him hope.”
She stares at me directly in the eye, and I see a glimmer of sadness consume her. “I can’t have another person’s blood on my hands, not like mom. I just can’t, Gavin.”
chapter thirty-eight
Quinn
The look on Gavin’s face makes my heart sink. I know he doesn’t understand why I’m doing this, but I can’t sit back and let something bad happen when I can stop it.
No matter what the circumstance is.
