Shattered Truths – Lies, Hearts & Truths Read Online Helena Hunting

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
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By the time I’m finished, it’s closing in on six thirty. The bike ride to the arena takes about twenty minutes. Rose messaged half an hour ago asking if I wanted her to pick me up. But that would mean giving her my address, and I don’t want her to see where I live. Not now, probably not ever. So I tell her I’ll meet her there. She responds with at least half a dozen gifs ranging from excitement to a girl shoveling popcorn into her face. I think I’m going to like Rose.

I grab my hockey gear from the railing. It’s still damp, but it’ll have to do. I make sure the hole in my bag is covered with a piece of cardboard before I jam in all my equipment and my single skate. I find my stick and secure it all to my bike with bungee cords. I’m about to head out when my dad’s rusted-out Buick comes chugging down the driveway. The driver’s side window is rolled down, and a cigarette dangles from his yellow-stained fingers.

We can barely afford basic groceries, but there’s always money for smokes and beer.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Dad steps out of the car, an open can already in his hand. I’m sure he cracked it once he was off the main drag.

I bite back a sarcastic response, since I think it’s obvious, and tap the end of my stick instead. The tape needs replacing, but I ran out last week and haven’t had time to pick up more. “I got invited to play with some friends.”

“The lawn needs to be mowed.” He chugs his beer, throat bobbing as he drains the can, and tosses the empty toward the recycle bin. But he misses, and it rolls under the deck.

“The mower needs oil. I’ll pick some up on my way to the arena so I can take care of it after my shift tomorrow.” That was not at all my plan, but I don’t want my dad to hijack my night with more household chores. And if I tackle the lawn now, I won’t make ice time.

For the first time he looks directly at me. His eyes narrow and his nose wrinkles. “What the fuck is on your face?”

“It’s called eyeliner.” I internally cringe at my patronizing tone. My dad’s sharp tongue is something I’m accustomed to, but I’m not always immune to the sting.

“You look like you belong on a stripper pole.” His gaze rakes over me, pausing at my bandaged knee. “Except no one would pay money to see you without clothes since you’re built like a boy and you act like one too.” He pulls his cigarettes out of his pocket and taps one free. “Pick me up a pack of smokes on your way home.” He turns and walks away.

Our life would be a hell of a lot easier if my dad’s vices didn’t eat half his paychecks.

I shake off his shitty words and push away on my bike. Once I’m on the dirt road that will take me to the arena, I allow the excitement to set in.

By the time I reach the main road, I only have twenty minutes to get there, and it’ll be faster to take the road instead of the trail. I pedal hard, gaining speed as I race down the hill, needing momentum to get up the next one. My thighs burn as I downshift, pushing hard to keep my speed from waning. Once I reach the top, it’s downhill and then flat for about a mile or so.

I’m a few miles from the arena when the hum of an engine signals a vehicle approaching from behind. I hug the edge of the asphalt, not interested in taking another tumble today. A familiar metallic blue Jeep passes, giving me extra room. The brake lights flash, then stay lit as the Jeep comes to a stop in the middle of the road. My stomach does a flip as I slow my approach, hitting the brakes and dropping my foot to steady myself as I reach the open passenger-side window.

BJ’s hand rests casually on the steering wheel. His smile is easy, eyes warm. “Hey, Winter. This seems like divine intervention once again. You on your way to the arena?”

I arch a brow. “Divine intervention is a bit of a stretch since this is the only way to get my skate back.”

He taps the steering wheel, grin widening. “I would have brought it to Boones for you tomorrow if you didn’t show tonight. You want a ride the rest of the way?” He points to the roof. “I got a bike rack. It’ll only take a second to clip it in.”

I bite my lip, considering. Rose seems nice, and BJ seems genuinely apologetic about almost hitting me today. A ride in will save my legs and get me to the arena on time. Plus he’s damn nice to look at. “Yeah. Sure. Thanks.”


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