The Hitting Zone

After a near death experience thanks to his own mother, Jake Hollander has an adverse reaction to people, baseball, and family. His feeling of abandonment is slowly lost thanks to his foster family, The Atkins. They take him in and change his mind about everything. He becomes more open, better at baseball, and craves for family. Slowly all wishes are granted. Instagram: @writerhalf_empty https://www.patreon.com/half_empty ~~The Last Curve can be found there, a short story about Rhys Please read on Webnovel! **Names, faces, and places aren’t real. A work of fiction. Nonetheless, it is my work of fiction so please don’t post it without permission. *I have used school names that do exist though, but I would like everyone to know that I have no affiliation with them. Nor do my views reflect their views. **Also, I bought the royalty-free license for my cover. Which means I can use it without having to pay royalties. If you have any questions, comment on my latest chapter or reach me on discord.

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V4 ch40 Kyle Leaves (2)

"Take a whole case of water and put in the trunk." Mom instructed Kyle. Everyone had showered and ate something fulfilling before being put to work, helping Kyle load his car.

"Really?" Kyle asked, not sounding very willing. "Come on, Mom. There'll be water there. At the house. At the field. At the stores, all in the area. I don't need a case of water."

"It's just for emergencies." Mom said, hands on her hips. "It's good to have water in your car at all times. What if you breakdown in the hot sun, or get snowed in on a mountain. Just do it now so I don't have to worry about something so small."

Kyle rolled his eyes, but still squatted down to lift a case of water. He slid it in the trunk. Dave followed up by putting a duffel bag of clothes on it.

"Where's your suit?" Mom asked next.

Kyle made a face. "You really think I'll need it?"

"Absolutely." Mom said with confidence.

Kyle looked skeptical. "Like when?"

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