Undaunted (Sequel to Forsaken)
Hey everyone! It's Josh again...
This is the second book I've written, the first one being Forsaken. It's written in a little different style than the last book, so be prepared. Hope you enjoy it!
April 1, 2019 8:36 P.M.
This is it. The place where I'm supposed to stay until I'm at least eighteen.
Nervous chills run through me as I steer my car down the long driveway up to the house.
Lush green grass bordered by a white board fence stretches away from the road. Tall oak trees line the driveway. Ahead I can see the house, a two-storey black building with white trim. Beside and behind it are the stables, painted to match. The whole setup is huge- unbelievable for a city guy like me.
I park my car beside the cement pad and get out to unload my luggage.
Two black Labs are dozing in the sun and they both get up to greet me joyfully. There's a green-and-black BMX leaning against the house and beside it, a skateboard. Smiling, I set my own skateboard beside it.
The door opens just as I'm coming up the steps and a tall guy with tanned skin and blonde hair cut high on top and short on the sides like mine steps out.
"Jordan?" I say.
"That's me. Welcome here."
I follow him inside the big house. He leads me down a flight of stairs to the basement. The first thing I see is a pool table and a mini bar.
Jordan takes me around the bar into another room, twice the size of the one before. It's dedicated to gaming, with two couch sets and three widescreen TV's.
There's a short hall with four doors. He opens one and I look inside. I see a pool and a hot tub. Wow.
"Pool's heated. It feels good to swim after playing hockey or riding," Jordan says.
I whistle. "You bet."
"The room beside the pool is mine. You can have your pick between the other two."
After a quick look, I choose the one with an ensuite and throw my suitcase on the bed.
It's a spacious room with a king sized bed and a desk in one corner. The walls are gray and empty so I can decorate how I want. The entire room is decked out with a bluetooth speaker system. There's a mini fridge stocked with Coke, Pepsi, and snacks.
"It's awesome," I tell Jordan. "You…have money."
"Yeah." I notice him hesitate a little, a worried look on his face. "I guess Dad thinks all this stuff will make up for…well, you know…"
I don't know, but I nod. "That's ok, sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."
He grins half-heartedly. "Don't worry about. It's probably nothing. I'll leave you alone for awhile now."
After he's gone I take out my MacBook and flip it open. But I can't seem to concentrate on anything. Staring vacantly at the screen, I wonder what Jordan meant about his dad.
Could it be possible that there could be trouble again, even in such a nice place?
We go for dinner at 6:00. Auntie has cooked a pot of soup an made cheese toast for us. Jordan and I load up and I head for the kitchen table.
I hear a bang of the door and see Auntie freeze. Instantly there's tension in the room.
"Dad's home," Jordan tells me in a tight voice. "Let's go downstairs." He clatters down the steps at top speed and I follow slower, wondering what the rush is.
Then I hear it. A loud voice. Curses. A string of obscenities. I catch a "we can't afford to keep the damn kid."
Feeling sick, I plop down on the couch beside Jordan, who's fumbling with the TV remote. In five seconds loud music is blaring from the speakers, drowning out the angry voice upstairs.
Later in my unfamiliar bed, the voice is still echoing through my head. "We can't afford to keep the damn kid."
I try to concentrate on falling asleep. The last thought that runs through my head are Jordan's words:
Don't worry. It's probably nothing.Hey guys, that's chapter 1! stay tuned for more coming soon!