The Mitchell Family Series BoxSet 1-4.5

The Mitchell Family Series

Books

1-4.5

Written By:

Jennifer Foor

        
 
Written By: Jennifer Foor

Copyright
©
2014 Jennifer Foor

All Rights Reserved

Cover Art By : Wicked Cool Designs

Robin Harper

This book is a written act of fiction. Any places, characters, or similarities are purely coincidence. If certain places or characters are referenced it is for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. This book is not allowed to be offered for sale, discounted, or free on any sites other than Amazon. This book may only be distributed by Jennifer Foor, the owner and Author of this series.

*See back of book for acknowledgements and a list of books from this author
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Letting Go

By: Jennifer Foor

Copyright
©
2012 Jennifer Foor

All Rights Reserved

Cover Art by: Wicked Cool Designs

                               Robin Harper

Prologue

Tyler

I could not believe she had the nerve to break up with me and then cock block me like that. I have every right to be able to bang any girl I wanted to at this party. I was not going to let Savanna Tate dictate what I did. If she thought I was going to sit around and wait for her to change her mind again, well, she was wrong.

Savanna broke my heart. She was the only girl that I had ever loved and that I ever wanted to love.  All of our plans for college had been made together and, out of nowhere, she tells me we need to break up. That she needed time.

I got drunk. I cried to her. I begged her to take me back.

When Savanna made her mind up, she did not budge about it. All of my words meant nothing to her. She pretended as if I did not matter. She avoided me. I had given her five years of my life and she wanted to throw it all away.  Her stupid notion being that we were in college and needed to focus on our education.  Who breaks up for that reason?

After staying in my room for over a week, my buddies on the team talked me into going to a few parties. I discovered that booze, mixed with the smooth skin of an easy lay, made the pain easier. Problem was…it never made it disappear.

I pulled my pants back on and started buttoning them, while the blonde chick behind me, who I think was named Heather or Danielle, still remained on the bed. “Sorry, babe, I gotta jet.”

I turned around to see her sitting up in only panties. Her perky tits were something I would never forget. Next to her was the empty bottle of Jack that I had finished off myself.

She scrunched up her lips and rolled her eyes. “Whatever!”

I didn’t say anything else to her; in fact, there was nothing to say. She was just a meaningless fuck and she knew it. There was only one person I would ever love and she had just caught me red-handed with someone else.

I needed to find her, to tell her it meant nothing. She needed to know the truth before I lost her forever.

I ran down the stairs of the frat house looking for my ex-girlfriend, or my future wife, I hoped.

When I finally got into the main living area, it was so jammed packed with people that I couldn’t find her. I ran into someone I recognized and grabbed them by the arm. “Hey, you seen Van?”

“She ran out of here crying, dude,” he replied.

“Shit. When?” I asked.

“A few minutes ago.”

I ran away from him before even thanking him. I needed to talk to her. I wanted to know what her problem was. If she cared that much, then why did she end things? Why did she shut me out day after day?

I got to the front door. “Where are my keys?” I asked, noticing that my words were slurring.

A bunch of the football players crowded around me. “Let it go, Ty. You two will be back to loving each other next week, dude,” Michael, the linebacker, and one of my best friends, stated. He had also attended school with both Savanna and me. He knew of our unconventional relationship. In fact, none of our friends doubted that we would get back together, well, except for Brina. She hated me since I started dating Savanna. She had problems sharing since we were kids.

I tried to push past Michael. “I am serious, man, give me my damn keys.”

Gavin grabbed me by the arm and tried to lead me away from the front door. “Just stay here and sleep it off, man. Everything will work out tomorrow. You’re too wasted to drive.”

I cocked my arm back and punched Gavin in the face. He turned around just as Michael was attempting to grab my arms. “Give me my fucking keys, Mike. I need to go find her. I really messed up this time,” I admitted.

Another group of peers came rushing toward the front door, all trying to locate the hidden bag of keys. I noticed that Brina was in that group. “Where did she go, Sabrina?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t tell you even if I knew. I am sure that it’s your fault that she left. You should have seen the look on her face. Guess she caught your pathetic ass finally. Way to go asshole!” she said ignorantly.

“Fuck you!” I said as I rolled my eyes and walked past Brina and the gang of other people. When I got outside, I noticed quite a few kids I recognized standing around their cars.

“Hey, you guys seen Van?” I asked.

“She took off, dude,” some guy said, while standing outside of his vehicle.

I rushed over toward him. “Give me your keys,” I demanded.

“Hell no, man. You reek of alcohol,” he stated.

I grabbed him by the neck. “Give me your goddamn keys. NOW!”

The guy, being much smaller, handed me his keys and I took off in his vehicle. Our college was located off the beaten path forty miles from our small country town. I knew that’s where she would go. It’s where she ran to every time we got into it.

She needed to understand that it was just sex. I was filling a void that she had left. She needed to know that she was my future.

I knew these roads like the back of my hand but when I saw something running across the road, I slammed on my breaks.  The car swerved off the road and began rolling. Once it stopped, and I was upside down, I closed my eyes and just let go, my last thought being of Savanna.

Chapter 1

Savanna

It’s been six months since Tyler had his accident. I still attend school, but barely go to my part-time job anymore. Most of my days are spent in a classroom and then the hospital.

If it weren’t for me, he would be okay.

The car was found in a ravine about three miles from the campus. After I left the party, I drove right home and slept in the old barn I had run away to a million times. I turned my phone off and had no idea anything had occurred until the next morning. I had a zillion messages from people asking what happened and if Tyler ever found me. I was still so angry with him that I didn’t bother calling.

That night I got a call from his parents. The police found the car lying upside down. Tyler was barely alive and taken by helicopter to a hospital capable of handling his severe injuries. Not only had he broken just about every bone possible, but it was also freezing that night and he had hypothermia. He never regained consciousness, and was finally transferred to a long-term coma ward.

The doctors ran a million tests and said that his brain was fully functioning, and that they were optimistic that he would wake up one day. It was a forty-minute drive to the hospital, which I took every single day. Even during the heaviest snowstorm our town has seen in ten years, I went to sit with him.

I would read to Tyler and talk about all of the good times we had. We were best friends and lovers for so long but, somewhere down the road, something changed for me. Tyler and I had an unconventional relationship. We fought all of the time because we loved each other so much. No matter what, we were always a couple and neither of us ever doubted that we would not end up together. Things had become strained for me though. I couldn’t deal with college life, parties, and schoolwork. Ty seemed to soak himself in it. I made the decision to end things, temporarily of course, but he never understood.

His daddy was a farmer, like a full-fledged works the farm himself, farmer. His parents had been together since they were thirteen. We had been together since we were fourteen. So naturally, Ty just always assumed that we would grow up and get married. When we started college, things became intense. Between the schoolwork, the new environment, and his pledging with a fraternity, our priorities were not on the same page.

When we entered into our second year at college, I began to really struggle. I figured if we just stopped worrying about “us” for a little while, I could focus on school and get through it, and then eventually we could start our future together. I never broke up with him because I thought it would be forever. Tyler took it the wrong way from day one. His new friends, basically the football team, convinced him I was interested in someone else and that he should move on too.

They were wrong.

My main focus was school. My parents did not have money to pay for my tuition. Only through scholarships and grants was I able to attend college. I was required to maintain a certain grade point average. If it fell, I lost my free ride.

On the day I found out about Tyler’s accident, my mother insisted on driving me all the way to the hospital. I was in shock. Apparently, he had stolen a car and when they first discovered the accident, they didn’t know it was Ty. Finally, they found his wallet at the hospital and the police notified his family.

Ty was not recognizable, and it wasn’t just from all the tubes and wires that were hooked to his body. His legs and arms were propped up and they were covered in casts. He had a severe contusion on his head, and they had to shave his hair and operate to remove the swelling around his brain. His face was black and blue and both of his eyes were completely swollen shut, not that he ever opened his eyes.

I refused to leave when my mother left that night. Instead, I slept in a chair. I wasn’t supposed to, but the nurse was pretty nice and said that the more time I spent there, the sooner he might wake up. At first, I had this notion that if I stayed long enough he would open his eyes and I could tell him how much I loved him and that I would never leave again.

However, he never woke up.

His mother and father started to visit only on weekends. With him not being able to help and now having the hospital bills, they couldn’t afford to hire someone to work the farm while they sat at the hospital. I promised them that I would spend every day there, except when they came, just in hopes of seeing those brown eyes that I loved looking back at me.

My friends tried to get me to go out and get my mind off things. My best friend Brina had been around for all of mine and Tyler’s ups and downs. Our town was tiny and everyone knew everyone. We all even attended the same church when we were younger.

Ty was never Brina’s favorite person, but she would never want him to be like that. I refused her offers each and every time. My mother took me to see a shrink, claiming I was giving up on life. She didn’t understand that Tyler Mitchell was my life. I couldn’t let go. I wouldn’t.

The past six months had been hard for me. My professors were very lenient considering what I was going through, and I was the poster child for needing extensions, but I managed to keep up with my grades. I still had a few more weeks left before summer break. One good thing was that the hospital was about ten minutes from the campus.  After my classes, I would go straight to the hospital. Some of the nurses had been nice enough to bring a folding table for me to do my classwork on.

For hours, day in and day out, I would sit there talking to him. Sometimes I would even study aloud with him. For my literature class, I would read everything to him. I held his hands, kissed his face, and cried against his chest, but he never even moved a finger. He just lay there lifeless, hooked up to machines.

When the accident had first happened, his parents were so kind to me, but as time passed, they began to blame me for everything. To say that I wasn’t their favorite person anymore was an understatement. The hardest part of that, for me, was that Tyler had bought me a horse a few years back that I happened to keep on his farm. When I made the drive home, I would always stop and see Daisy, my Morgan Quarter horse mix. She was only about sixteen hands high, but it was plenty enough for me, since I was only five-three.

Besides Brina, Daisy was my only friend. People at college even stopped talking to me. It hurt so much and the worst part was that I knew it was my fault. I caused all of this to happen, and every time I looked at him lying there, hooked up to so many machines, it made me want to die myself.

My new shrink had prescribed me some antidepressants when I admitted to her that I had thought up a plan on how I was going to end my life. I had planned it all out so that I would die in Tyler’s arms at the hospital. I had even managed to swipe enough pills to do it. My confession did not go over well. I had to spend twenty-four hours in observation for starters, and continue with therapy indefinitely.

When I had suicidal thoughts now, I kept them to myself.

No matter what anyone says to me, I know I caused this. They can use every nice word known to man and candy-coat their words, but it doesn’t matter. I broke Tyler’s heart and, after a fight at a party, I ruined his life.