Blake, will you let me take you to the ER?” She already knew his answer.
“No, I can’t pay for their services.” He was adamant.
Dignified, proud.
Blake jumped up again, clenching and unclenching his fists. “I hurt you. I’m useless,” he whispered harshly.
“Stop. Stop, Blake.” She tried to speak calmly.
“When you hurt yourself, it hurts me.” She reached out to take one of his bloody, torn hands.
That moment…that moment out there?” Blake pointed at the bed of army jacket, grass, and mint. “I’ve pictured it in my head for months. Months! I knew it would never really happen, but it kept me going. The beautiful, smiling girl would look at me like a man—a man worthy of her body, worthy of her kiss. Do you realize what a fool I am for hoping?”
Blake took her face in his hands. “You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My hands know just where to go.” He proved it by sliding one hand behind her neck and settling the other just over her heart.
Fine. Okay. It can’t make things any worse, right? I’ve already thrown you on the ground…” Blake came close to her again.
He took her face in his bloody hands and kissed her chastely on her lips. Her body surged with the memory of pleasure.
Four hundred sixty-seven,” he whispered. The number seemed to deflate him.
He’s still counting. She couldn’t give up.
Kyle looked at the car floor. “Livia, if you’ve ever loved me, even a little, you’ll take me away from here. Please, I’m begging you.
Debra AnastasiaI’d rather have you in my life than Margret. I’m not sorry you’re here.” Livia hugged Kyle again, trying to seal her love into her broken sister.
Debra AnastasiaDo you know how many guys I’ve been with?” Kyle asked, meeting her eyes for just a moment. “So many. You know why? Because in that moment, just before you let them fuck you, you’re the center of their universe. It lasts just seconds, but I like that feeling. I crave that feeling.
“This morning—last night? Whenever it was, standing in that church in front of him? I had that feeling. I was the center of his universe. And we had all our clothes on. That feeling lasted for hours.” Kyle closed her eyes as if to transport herself back there.
Beckett now got half the beating he used to get. Rick didn’t know that with every punch he was pounding his own coffin closed, but Beckett knew.
Debra AnastasiaAs Livia dug her keys out of her pocket, she saw that Blake had been to her car.
It was covered with little bits of nature: long blades of grass, twigs, and stones. When she got closer she saw more. Blake had used the flora to spell sorry over and over on the hood. And the roof. And the trunk.
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