Life Interrupted By Kristen Kehoe
Rachel Reynolds isn’t running from her past, but she wouldn’t mind if it stopped chasing her, either. A senior in high school getting ready to graduate, Rachel is trying to look ahead toward her future, while forgetting the one night two years ago that set events in motion which altered the course of her entire life.
Part of the future she’s looking for includes falling out of love with her best friend, an act she seems incapable of, especially when it appears he might just love her, too.
As Rachel tries to find her footing in a relationship that has baggage before it starts, a nightmare from her past reappears, upsetting the tenuous balance of Rachel’s life and threatening the one person she loves most.
Excerpt:
Not that it matters, but I feel I should be allowed to clarify and say that I had a baby yes—well, have, as I wasn’t Juno and there was no glamorous woman with a huge home waiting to take my offspring. I mean, my sister Stacy would have taken her in a heartbeat (it’s a girl, go figure, as I am about as adept at being a girl as a dinosaur is at being a human) but I thought it was a little stunting for the kid to grow up knowing her biological mother while being raised by her adoptive mother/aunt. I’m not in jail, there is no court order stating that I can’t see her or be with her, so it just didn’t feel right.
Back to my point. I got pregnant in March of my sophomore year, had my baby last year in December, and have a baby this year, my senior year. I also only slept with one person, and though I would love to now tell you it was more than once, I digress, I am the cliché, the one that every sex education teacher loves to use as an example (including my mother. She teaches Biology at the University for Christ’s sake. Talk about embarrassing). I had sex once, and I have a baby. I know what you’re thinking—poor baby daddy, he slept with a naïve girl and now he’s got a kid. You would be right, sort of.
He is a poor daddy—and I mean that in several ways. Number one: he is the worst person a girl could think of to get pregnant with (hooray for me for not only getting knocked up the first time I did the big it, but also making sure the guy was a complete and total tool just to add some icing to my already crumbling cake). Number two: he would be poor, if you didn’t count the money he gets from his enabling parents and his “job”—local pot dealer. Number three: he was a poor lay—go figure.
We never spent much time together before the night of conception and we haven’t spent much since. Everyone knows she’s his because on the night we met (and conceived, yeah, that’s again where the slut part comes in) we weren’t overly concerned with who saw us do what, apparently. So, even Marcus knows she’s his but we don’t talk about it and I never ask him for anything because I figure although Gracie (the little one) will be messed up enough from having no dad, if I were to add in stoner dad who impregnated mom on a night neither of them remembers too well, the issues become more complicated. Ms. Flynn’s always telling me to simplify my life and I figure this is one place I can really take that to heart.
Especially since right now my life is complicated enough. For the past twenty minutes I’ve been sitting in Stacy’s living room while she stomps around, ranting about irresponsible teenagers (me) who get lucky and have babies (me again) without even wanting them (and a third time). While responsible people (her) get shafted by God for doing things in the proper order (I bite my tongue but I really want to ask her what the “proper order” of getting banged is).
Translation: Stacy just got her period. Again.
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— Danelle (@DanelleJohns) August 4, 2014
Mom, Wife, Coffee Addict, and Book Lover
I am a writer of YA/NA contemporary novels. I write about those crazy ages of 18-23 because there is nothing scarier than being told to grow up and decide what to do with your life and who to be so suddenly. I write about love because it’s my belief that love, in one form or another, saves us all at some point in our lives. I am married to a man who understands and believes in me, and mother to a beautiful baby girl and a neurotic Great Dane Puppy.
Giveaway:
2 winners get a $25 Amazon Gift Card (INT)
Thank you so much for hosting a tour stop!
Thank you, I can use this for school.
Thanks for the excerpt, it really draws me in her writing style