Redeeming 6 (Boys of Tommen, #4)

by Chloe Walsh

“But you are friends with my baby sister, which means that you could be forty and you’d still be a kid in my eyes.”

That’s exactly how I feel about anyone born in 2006 or after.

“No, no, no,” Mr. Ryan interjected, swiftly coming to block me. “You heard Mr. Nyhan, Joey. You’re on your last strike, son. No more fighting. He will expel you.” “Like I give a fuck,” I roared, pushing against the hands that were holding me back. “You saw that. You saw what he just did to her.”

Bro you’re still trying to get in trouble?

Sure, I had a smoke behind the shed with the lads at lunch today, same as always, but it was a cigarette and not a hit from Rambo Regan’s perfectly rolled joint, tempting as it had been.

“Sure, I had a burrito, take out from home as always, but it was one of those with processed cheese, meat heated up after days in the freezer, canned refried beans, and diablo sauce from Taco Bell, and not the ones with all hand made fresh ingredients beans, rice, (carne asada/pollo), guacamole, salsa tomatillo, pico de gallo, cilantro, and onions, at the Taquerias and taco trucks, tempting as it had been.” That’s what it actually sounds like.

I had a partner, a friend, a true equal who was willing to go down in flames with me. And my father took that away from me. He took her away from me.

I f*cking h8 teddy lynch so damn much.

Tears stung my eyes and I had never felt so fucking lost and hopeless. Mam feared me. Shannon felt betrayed by me. Molloy couldn’t stand the sight of me. The only three women I had ever loved in my whole life, and I was letting them down left, right, and center. I couldn’t seem to do the right thing by anyone. You are such a fuckup, lad.

I just wanna fucken cry reading that 😭

“Three and a half months!” My eyes widened and the panic I was feeling multiplied by about three and a half months’ worth. “Three and a half fucking months and I’m only hearing about it now?”

At least you found out about it while she’s pregnant, imagine finding out about it only after the baby is born 💀

“It’s like I have this whole other person in my head, a whole other voice, even though I know it’s me. It’s my voice, but it’s a destructive fucking voice that rears its head every time I’m stressed.”

“The worse shit gets in my life, the louder the voice gets, louder and louder and louder, until it’s literally screaming in my head, and I can’t focus on anything other than doing the one thing that I know that will quieten it down.”