Dare You To (Pushing the Limits 2) - Page 53
“But Mark said…”
“Do not say that name in my presence again.
You’re not doing the competition. End of story. ”
No, it’s not the end of the story. “Dad…”
Dad picks up an envelope off his desk and tosses it at me. “A two-hundred-dollar-a-month car payment so you can make practices and games. ”
The envelope lands on my lap and my throat tightens.
“Your insurance on the car, the booster fees, the uniforms, the travel costs, the league fees—”
“Dad—” I want him to stop, but he won’t.
“Gas for the Jeep, the private coaching lessons…I have supported you for seventeen years!”
The anger inside me snaps. “I told you I’d get a job!”
“This is your job!” Dad pounds his fist against the desk, exactly how a judge ends all discussion in court. A stack of papers resting on the edge falls to the floor.
Silence. We stare at each other. Unblinking.
Unmoving. A thick tension fills the air.
Dad’s eyes sweep over his desk and he inhales deeply. “Do you want to waste four years of your life going to school when you could be out on that field playing baseball for money? Take a look at Scott Risk. He came from nothing and see what he’s become?
You’re not starting with nothing. You have a jump on opportunities he never had. Think of what you can make of your life. ”
My fist tightens around the enrollment papers in my hand and they crackle. Is it fair? Is it fair of me, even if it’s just for one game, to walk away from something that my parents have sacrificed and worked so hard for?
Besides, it’s baseball. Baseball is my life—by my choice. Why are we even arguing?
“Ryan…” Dad’s voice breaks and he rubs his hand over his face. “Ryan…I’m sorry. For yelling. ” He pauses. “Things at work…things with your mom…”
My Dad and I—we’ve never fought.
Strange, I guess. I know plenty of guys who go rounds with their fathers. Not me. Dad’s never given me a curfew. He believes I’m responsible enough to decide what trouble I want to get in and says if I go too far, I’m smart enough to dig myself out. He’s encouraged me every step of the way with baseball. More than most parents ever would.
Dad watches out for me and this… this is him looking out for me again.
I nod several times before speaking, agreeing to something, but I don’t know what.
Anything to make this confusion stop. “Yeah. It’s okay. This was on me. ” I crumple the papers in my hand. “You’re right. This…” I lift the wadded paper. “It’s nothing. Stupid, even. ”
Dad forces a smile. “It’s all right. Go in and tell your mom. She’ll be thrilled. ”
I stand to leave and try to ignore the emptiness in my chest.
“Ryan,” says Dad. At the door, I turn to face him.
“Do me a favor—don’t tell your mom about the last round of competition. She’s been on edge lately. ”
“Sure. ” What would be the point of telling her? Mom has a way of knowing when I’m untruthful, and I’m not eager to discover that the words I just uttered to Dad are a lie.
Beth
THE CLOCK READS NINE FORTY-FIVE and Isaiah gets off work at ten. My finger, paused against the speed dial button, goes numb. The sun set a while ago, leaving the room dark. I haven’t moved from my spot on the bed. Scott hasn’t come in. Neither has Allison. Not to lecture me on school or to scold me for yelling at Allison or to call me to dinner.
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