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Summer Rush

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Summer Rush

by

Ashley Wilcox

 

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Copyright © 2013 Ashley Wilcox

Editing done by Jennifer Roberts-Hall

Cover designed by
Okay Creations

Formatting done by
JT Formatting

 

Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the above author of this book.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

 

 

Table of Contents

 

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Acknowledgments

About the Author

 

 

 

Lying on my board, feeling the warm sun on my back, I feel at peace. This is my sanctuary. Nothing but miles of endless ocean water spread around me.

There’s something to be said about lying on top of the unknown. Floating freely without a care in the world of what could be lying beneath. Yet, it doesn’t scare you. It’s peaceful, relaxing...freeing.

Surfing is my rush. It’s the thrill of riding something so beautiful and peaceful, pushing yourself until the end. It’s just you, your board, the water; riding the rush without a care in the world.

 

 

 

Stepping into the kitchen, I greet my dad as he pours himself a cup of coffee into his travel mug.

“Mornin’, sweetheart. Good day?” he asks in reference to the waves.

“Perfect. How’s Mom?” I respond.

“Fed, showered, and dressed. Have a good day.” He kisses the top of my head then stops to say goodbye to my mom before leaving for work.

Life in the Taylor residence doesn’t change much. Every day mirrors the last with our main priority and focus always being my mom.

My parents were victims of an almost fatal car accident when my mother was just seven months pregnant. The driver of the other car was heavily intoxicated and speeding. He ran a red light, smashing into the passenger side door of my parent’s car where my mother was seated. From the impact she sustained an injury right below her skull which resulted in paralysis from the neck down. She can eat with assistance, and carry on a conversation just like anyone else, but she can’t make use of anything below her neck.

Because of the trauma to her body, she was forced to deliver me at only twenty-eight weeks. I was a measly three pounds and had trouble breathing on my own so I spent the first eleven weeks of my life in the neonatal intensive care, fighting for survival. My father named me Hope, believing that I was his only hope to get him through this tragedy, believing that I was his only light at the end of the tunnel.

Growing up, our house was always a revolving door of home aides to care for my mom, and my grandparents to watch over me. My dad was busy working two jobs in an attempt to cover all the home and medical expenses. Our house was never quiet and always crazy.

Fast forward to the present and you’ll find the opposite. Now that I’ve graduated from high school last year, we no longer need the home aides and, of course, now that I’m nineteen years old I haven’t needed my grandparents care for quite some time now. My dad and I have opposite work schedules, so one of us can always be home with Mom. Life is finally falling into place, and getting easier.

“Hi, Mom. Anything new and exciting in the world today?” I ask, doing my usual check-in.

My mom is one of those people that diligently watches the news every day to keep up on the current events and weather. It’s always filled with bad news and politics; nothing that interests me or that I care to know.

“Nothing out of the norm.” She smiles.

“Ok. Well, I’m gonna hop in the shower if you don’t need anything?”

“I’m good. Thanks, honey,” she responds, happy as ever.

Bless that woman’s heart. No matter the day or the circumstances, she is always happy. I’ve never seen her without a smile on her face.

“Holler if you need me,” I add as I walk towards the bathroom.

Once I’m showered and dressed, I grab my laptop and start on my assignments for the day. Although yesterday marked the first day of summer, I’m signed up for summer classes. I find no reason to take two months off to lay around and be lazy when I can just continue on with my courses and graduate early. Besides, I take all my courses online and can complete the assignments from the luxury of my couch. It seems like a no brainer.

Caring for people has always been something I’ve wanted to do, so when it came time to decide on a career, becoming a nurse was a given. After researching the programs and discovering I could take the courses online, my career choice was confirmed. All of my friends picked colleges further away and chose to live on campus, but I don’t feel like I’m missing out. To me, the only difference to obtaining a degree online as opposed to one on campus is the social life. Seeing that my social life is close to nonexistent, I’m not missing out on anything that I didn’t have much of before. Schooling from home and continuing to care for my mom seems the most logical route.

 

 

“Hey, honey. I think Trent’s here with lunch,” my mom announces, snapping me out of my concentration.

Not believing that it is already twelve o’clock, I glance at my watch to check.

Wow. This morning flew by
.

Setting my laptop down on the coffee table, I notice Trent has already let himself in.

“Good afternoon, beautiful ladies,” Trent greets us before making his way to the kitchen.

Trent and I have been dating since I started working at his mother’s restaurant last summer. North Carolina has a law that you can’t serve alcohol until you are at least eighteen years of age, so the day I turned eighteen I applied at every restaurant in town. Although I’m sure most teenagers look forward to getting into clubs and casinos, I was looking forward to waitressing. Waitressing equals quick money, and quick money is what my family and I need.

I’m incredibly grateful that Sheila, Trent’s mom, hired me on the spot. I found out later that Trent’s now ex-girlfriend quit that same day, right after she broke up with Trent. My on the spot interview consisted of three questions.

Do you have a boyfriend?
No.

Do you want one?
I don’t have time for one, so no.

Do you think the boy at that table is good looking?
Um, he’s alright.

I later find out that the boy at the table was her son, Trent. Apparently my answers were sufficient because she handed me an apron and told me to be back at five thirty the next day.

Trent owns his own construction business, but comes into the restaurant every evening for dinner. Although I wouldn’t consider Trent GQ gorgeous, he’s still very good looking, incredibly sweet, and has that southern charm that I can’t resist. Working outside all day, every day, has given him that natural muscle build and sun kissed skin. To complete the package, he has been blessed with beautiful blonde hair and the bluest eyes you’ll ever see. He finishes every sentence with a sir or ma’am, making him the perfect Southern boy who parent’s dream their little girl will settle down with.

Valuing my job, we started out just friends. I didn’t want to disappoint Sheila by dating her son, so I kept my distance. Even though he flirted and wasn’t shy about his feelings, I kept mine platonic–just friends. After hanging out with him outside of the restaurant just once, I knew that this stupid game of “we’re just friends” wasn’t going to work. For the first couple of months we tried to keep it as hush as possible from Sheila, but we knew it would only be a matter of time before she found out. One evening she caught us coming out of the employee bathroom, giggling. We scrambled for an excuse, but she interrupted with, “Oh, please. I wasn’t born yesterday.” She then told Trent that he’d better not screw this one up or he’d find himself waiting tables if I quit. Although we all knew that no relationship is a sure thing, we assured her she didn’t have anything to worry about.

Following Trent into the kitchen, I help him transfer our lunch from the to-go containers to the plates.

“How’s my girl?” he softly asks, pulling me into his side to kiss my temple.

“I’m good, how’s work?” I ask, even though I know the response I’m going to get. It never changes.

“Oh, you know…spending more time babysitting guys then actually getting anything done.” I want so badly to say,
if it bothers you that much, than do something about it
, but knowing that it’s none of my business, I keep my mouth shut.

“Sorry, babe,” I respond instead.

“How’s your mornin’ been?” he asks, carrying our plates into the living room.

“Oh, you know, learning how to save lives one book at a time. I can now tell you the top five signs of having a heart attack.”

“Well, that’s good to know. You’re on your way, Angel.” He glances over his shoulder with a smile, making sure I know how proud he is of me.

My stomach flutters seeing his sweet smile. I stand there for a moment to take him in. Full of love for not only me, but my family, too. Supportive in everything I do, and there for me whenever I need him. Trent is truly the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for, and he’s mine. My heart swells thinking about it. I love him so much.

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