Slammed (Slammed, #1) by Colleen Hoover EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author Name: Colleen Hoover
- Book Genre: Contemporary, Contemporary Romance, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult
- ISBN # B008TRUDAS
- Edition Language: English
- Date of Publication: 2012-1-4
- File Format: PDF / EPUB
- PDF / EPUB File Size: 4 MB
Kel and I load the last two boxes into the U-Haul. I
slide the door down and pull the latch shut, locking upeighteen years of memories, all of which include my dad.
It’s been six months since he passed away. Long
enough that my nine-year-old brother, Kel, doesn’t cry everytime we talk about him, but recent enough that we’re beingforced to accept the financial aftermath that comes with anewly single parented household. A household that couldn’t
afford to remain in Texas and in the only home I’ve ever
known.
“Lake, stop being such a downer,” my mom says as
she hands me the keys to the house. “I think you’ll loveMichigan.”
She never seems to call me by the name she legallygave me. She and my dad argued for nine months over
what Iwould be named. She loved the name Layla, after theEric Clapton song. Dad loved the name Kennedy, after a
Kennedy. “It doesn’t matter which Kennedy,” he would say.
“I love them all!”
Iwas almost three days old before the hospital finallyforced them to decide. They agreed to take the first threeletters of both names and compromised on Layken, but
neither of them has ever once referred to me as such.
I mimic my mother’s tone, “Mom, stop being such anupper! I’m going to hate Michigan.”
My mother has always had an ability to deliver an entirelecture with a single glance. I get the glance.
I walk up the porch steps and head inside the houseto make a walkthrough before the final turn of the key. All of
the rooms are eerily empty. It doesn’t seem as though I’mwalking through the same house where I’ve lived since theday I was born. These last six months have been awhirlwind of emotions, all of them low. Moving out of this
home was inevitable, I realize that. I just expected it tocome after the end of my senior year.
I’m standing in what is no longer our kitchen when I
catch a glimpse of a purple plastic hair clip exposed under
the cabinet in the space where the refrigerator once stood. I
pick it up, wipe the dust off of it and run it back and forthbetween my fingers.