by Sonya Weiss
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RYAN
The text message jerked me back to reality. I’d mixed heaven with hell by taking Tana’s virginity. I’d known it the moment I’d felt the barrier give way to the head of my dick. Moving inside of her, feeling her vagina grip me had been the greatest pleasure I’d ever experienced. Not because she’d never been with anyone before. But because with Tana’s friendship, the little boy in me had found a home, a place to belong, something I’d always searched for. But in Tana’s arms, the man I was knew that for her sake, I had to leave that home.
I’d rather have one of my nuts taken off with a rusty knife than to hurt her, but that’s what I had to do. What the hell had I done? Once with her and already I’d developed an addiction. It had always been easy to give my body. I’d thought that was all it was going to be with Tana. She wasn’t supposed to be inside me, filling me with hope and possibility for being the kind of man who’d be worthy of her. I fucking knew better than that.
Unable to sleep, I’d waited until I’d seen the first peak of daylight begin to start my day because I wanted to let Tana sleep. I’d exhausted her. I could see the evidence of being with me on her skin in the faint stubble burn on her neck, on the red marks on her breasts and on the fingerprints marring her hips. I’d lost control with her and that wasn’t supposed to happen.
I was in the shower, lost in thought of what a damn fool I was when the curtain pulled back. I swung my head around and Tana looked at me. Her dark eyes were shy, uncertain. Her lips curved into a slight smile and memories flickered in her gaze as she flushed. She’d woken a couple of times during the night and I’d taken her in ways that could teach kama sutra a lesson.
I was such an idiot. My plan had been to bring her to this house, take her virginity like she wanted me to, and leave it at that. Once and then done. That was what my head instructed me to do. But then my heart had started making noise, telling me that I could be with Tana and everything would be okay. Losing myself in her throughout the night had drowned out the voice of my misgivings but in the hard light of the day, I knew better. She deserved a better kind of guy than I was. A safe guy who didn’t have a past like mine.
Juvante had texted me to let me know Chanos was seen in Tana’s neighborhood making threats. I couldn’t have my past collide with my present now that Tana was in my life. Back then before I’d met her, I had nothing to lose and I hadn’t given a shit whether I lived or died. Now, I had it all to lose. Before I let anyone hurt her because of me, I’d break her damn heart and drive her away until she despised the sight of me. It was the best plan I could come up with even though the thought of doing that hurt me in places I didn’t think would ever feel anything again.
I opened my mouth to tell her to get out but then she dropped her robe and stepped into the water. She put her hand on my chest and I wasn’t made of steel.
With the water pouring over her, drenching her hair, she looked like a fantasy morphing into reality. She raised up on her toes and kissed me, nervously sliding her tongue into my mouth. As if it hadn’t been satisfied in years instead of last night, my dick hardened.
“You can teach me how to do to you what you did to me in the chair yesterday if you want to,” she whispered shyly.
Teach Tana oral sex so she could give some other guy head in the future that she couldn’t have with me? Yeah, that was gonna happen. “No.” I put her back against the wall. One more time. I would be with her one more time and it would have to last me forever. Her legs went around me and I positioned her so I could go inside. She was wet and ready. “Hold on.”
“Don’t take it easy,” she nipped at my chest with her teeth.
I drove into her, pulling in and out at a fast pace, acting like the selfish sonofabitch I was, but managed to hold on until I felt her quivering, felt her muscles tighten around me and when she gave in, I let go. As soon as I poured into her, she tilted her face upward, frantically seeking my lips.
The desire to kiss her, to whisper things a guy like me had no right to say rose up inside of me, so I let her feet slide to the floor of the tub and turned away from her lips, ducking my head beneath the spray of the water.
“Let me finish showering and then you can have it.” I filled my voice with as much of a brush off attitude as I knew how to give. The same attitude I’d given to other girls but had never dreamed I’d one day have to use with Tana. Pain dug deeper into my heart and I slammed the door against it.
She touched my back, tentatively tracing the scratches her fingernails had left behind. “Ryan? What are you doing?”
“Showering.”
“Oh. Okay.”
I gritted my teeth at the hurt in her tone but didn’t acknowledge it. I had to be the dumbest shit in the world. I’d known Tana was more important to me than any other girl and I hadn’t listened to myself. I’d known my past was already stirring up trouble before we ever drove up here. This was my fault and I deserved to pay for it.
I heard her inhale deeply and then in a calm voice, she said, “There’s something you should know.”
“If you tell me you didn’t take the pill, I’m gonna be pissed,” I warned.
“Could you face me, please?” She eased by me, her breasts brushing my arm, to stand under the spray of the water.
“What should I know?” I let my gaze drink in her face, wishing that I could kiss her and hold her. Wishing I could make promises.
“That night on my front porch when I said that I loved you as a best friend...”
What could never be made my voice hoarse. “Don’t, Tana.”
“I do love you as my best friend, but I think we should take a chance we could be more.” She pressed her hand on her heart. “I feel you in me and I don’t mean only physically. You’re my hero. You’ve always been my hero.”
Hero? She had it all wrong. I’d always been the villain in my own life and in the lives of others. I don’t know what the hell she expected from me. To sweep her into my arms and break into a song like some damn lame movie star? Didn’t she get that the people I let myself care about always ended up fucked over because of me? My mother had died protecting me. With her last breath, she’d told me she loved me.
I’d held onto Donny as he lay broken and bleeding and dying. I’d sworn after him that was never happening again. I couldn’t love and I couldn’t let others love me. And now with Chanos back in the picture, it was even trickier. I couldn’t let someone else I cared about get hurt. Especially Tana. She was the only girl who had the power to bring me to my knees. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around myself.
“Nothing to say?” She bit her lip, waiting, hope alive in her eyes.
“Thanks for the fuck.” I walked out of the bathroom and heard her call me an asshole. I had my back to the bathroom door when she finally finished her shower and came into the bedroom. I didn’t turn around. I didn’t want to see in her eyes how much she hated me.
Chapter Eleven
TANA
Redefining awkward. Having sex with your best friend, wanting to explore the possibility of something more meaningful, something I knew could be beautiful, and him not feeling the same. I’d been so stupid with Ryan because I’d had the suspicion that being with him was about more than I was willing to face. I didn’t know where this put our relationship now.
I shifted on the sofa, trying to get comfortable. I remembered on the trip up to the house with Ryan, I’d wondered if I would feel an ache between my legs after having sex for the first time. As it turned out, the ache was in my heart. The rest of me was fine. Except maybe there was a giant sign on my forehead with the word “idiot” on it. It had never been about losing my virginity only I’d been too blind to see that. It had been about being with Ryan and only Ryan.
Digging my iPod out of my pocket, I stuck the earbuds in, skipped Paramore, Justin Timberlake, and Cobra Starship. I settled on Zedd’s “Clarity” because the music and lyrics fit the way that I felt about Ryan and me
perfectly. I figured I’d listen to music until Mom and Creature arrived home and then I’d smile and pretend everything was okay even though my world had just experienced an earthquake.
I would never forget the storm in the depths of Ryan’s eyes as he’d told me in a cold voice that he’d delivered as promised and there was no way in hell he was letting me change the parameters of our friendship.
I’d tried to suggest again that maybe we could be more but he’d shut me down. He wasn’t interested. There was nothing I could say that would change that. It wasn’t fair that he was so damn hot or that having sex with him made me want him around even more. But the emotional earthquake had changed everything. Him. Me. Our friendship. I needed him to stay away and I’d yelled that at him as he’d brought me back to the house. I needed distance physically so I could figure out a way to shut him out emotionally so that it wouldn’t hurt so much.
As I listened to the lyrics of the song, the ache in me grew wider until it became a chasm. I pressed my hand against my heart as if I could touch the brokenness. How could I not have realized what Ryan meant to me? Putting my head down on my knees, I fought to keep from crying. If I had a red nose and puffy eyes when Mom saw me, she'd want to know what happened and I’d have to make up something. She thought I’d spent the night with Shelby and Brooklyn at Shelby’s house.
Right after six, the front door opened and Mom and Creature came in. He was grinning and his eyes were shining. Plucking out my earbuds, I said, “You look excited, what’s going on?”
“We saw a sign that the theater is having dollar shows this week. Mom said I could go tomorrow.”
She would be at work. “I guess that means I’m taking you? Who says I want to be seen at the theater with you?”
He launched himself at me, throwing his arms around my neck in a tight squeeze. “Come on, Tana. Please, please, please?”
I pried his arms off of my neck. “If I do, you will have to obey my every command.”
He settled on the seat beside me. “I always listen to you when we go to the theater.”
“No, I mean before that. You have to clean your room. I mean really clean it.”
He scowled. “I don’t want to go to the theater that bad.”
I laughed.
“I forgot salad dressing,” Mom said with a long sigh. She picked up the keys to my car from the table where I’d left them for her. “I’m using yours. Mine wouldn’t start when we headed home. I had to get a jump. You’ll have to take me to work tomorrow and then we’ll figure out a way to afford to get mine fixed. Go ahead and put the salad together while I’m gone. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
“Okay.”
I tapped Creature on top of the head. “I have a great idea. Why don’t you help me in the kitchen?”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“If I have to clean my room, that’s gonna take a while.”
I laughed and then Creature leaned forward on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the living room window, a puzzled expression on his face. “Fireworks.”
Fourth of July was still over a week away. There was no—then I heard it, the scraping of metal on metal and tires as they screeched away from the house. “Creature, get on the floor now and stay there.” We didn’t often have gunshots in the neighborhood but there had been a couple of times. Hoping I was wrong, I hurried to the door and peeked through the window.
The front end of my car was rammed into the front of the neighbor’s car two houses down. Steam poured from beneath the hood. People were rushing toward the accident.
“Stay here.” I instructed at my brother and took off running in my bare feet toward the car. She was a good driver. No, Mom was a great driver. So careful. Please,please,please be okay. I need you. Mark needs you.
One of the neighbors grabbed my shoulders as I reached the crowd, trying to prevent me from seeing. “Your mama’s hurt. The ambulance is on the way.”
I wrested myself away from him and reached my mother. I started glaring at the people gathered, demanding to know why they were all standing around. Why weren’t they helping her? I took Mom by the shoulders and lifted her bowed head upward. I smoothed her hair away from her face and froze. Blood seeped through her shirt near her shoulder. I put my hand on the back of her head and wet stickiness oozed through my fingers. I started screaming. I don’t remember stopping.
*
RYAN
A few minutes before six, Juvante and I silently left Mama Leena’s house. My whole day was shitty because Tana had ordered me to stay away from her. From her tone, it was clear she was done with me. As a result of that, I was in no mood to put up with Rat’s excuses. He was out of time. He had to pay up so I could keep Chanos away from Tana. I knew what would happen if that went down the wrong way.
We didn’t run into much traffic on the way to the crack house so we made good time. A group of teenagers in track suits were hanging out at the park and watched us with sullen expressions as we passed. They were hunched forward, as if the chip of poverty on their shoulders was a heavy burden. An argument started in front of the liquor store and as we passed the two men, they began punching each other.
Juvante adjusted his ball cap, making sure the bill faced backward. In this neighborhood we had to be careful. Wearing a ball cap with the bill slanted one way or the other could signify a gang affiliation the same way certain colors did.
When I parked in front of the run down house, Juvante looked at the overgrown yard and said, “You know I’ve got your back, but you need to start packin’ again.”
“I’m not returning to that life.”
“Sometimes it chooses us and we don’t get to stay away, you know that.” Juvante looked pensive for a second. “Some bad shit with Chanos.”
“We’ll get the money, we’ll give it to him and it’ll be finished.” That was the way it had to work.
“I’m gonna beat the shit out of Clarke and Roman again just for the hell of it.” He opened the door and waited for me to walk around.
If it was possible, the stench from the house was ten times worse than when we’d been here the Saturday before. The front door was shut all the way. Juvante shoved it aside.
A handful of people sat around on the floor talking in quiet tones. Subdued. The party atmosphere from last week was missing. A group of candles flickered in a circle. I didn’t see Rat.
“Shit,” Juvante muttered, looking at me over his shoulder with a “now what?” expression.
“Where is he?” I asked the girl Rat had been with last week.
Her eyes were red-rimmed but she didn’t look high. “He died about four this morning.”
“Did he OD?” Juvante demanded.
She shook her head and the limp, greasy strands of her hair lifted and fell. “He was shot.”
My blood ran cold. I knew. I fucking knew, but I asked anyway. “Who did it?”
Pointing to a shirtless fat guy in khaki shorts, she said, “He says Chanos.”
“Hey!” I called out and the guy looked at me. “You saw Chanos hit Rat?”
He nodded and formed his fingers into the shape of a gun. “Boom and he was down. I never saw so much blood, man. He was begging.” The guy swallowed. “And Chanos hit him again.”
“He say anything?”
“He said, “Nobody fucks with me” and then he spit on him.” The guy swallowed, looking like he needed to puke. “They left him laying in the middle of the road and the guy driving asked him if they were going after Stana.”
“Stana?” Juvante mouthed at me, raising his eyebrows.
Dark dread filled me. I grabbed the guy’s arm and he winced. “Tana?”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
Shoving the guy away, I turned and ran from the house with Juvante on my heels. I started begging every god I’d ever heard about to please let her be okay. I dialed her number. No answer. Putting the phone on repeat dial, I jumped into the Charger and we raced toward her house. In my mind, I sa
w Tana in a house built of paper and Chanos standing outside the structure blowing as hard as he could and I was the one who’d led him straight to her.
Chapter Twelve
TANA
The clouds rolled in and the sky wept the rain softly at first and then it ugly cried. The police came with their usual everyone’s-guilty swagger. Just the facts, ma’am. Did she have any enemies? Do you know anyone who might do this? What did you see? The detective’s lips moved, but he wasn’t making any sense. It was all white noise.
The first responders drove away, their sirens crying out into the oncoming darkness as they carried my mother away from my brother and me. The neighbors stood around speaking in hushed whispers, saying how the neighborhood was going to hell.
The car door was still open and the rain blew in on the seats. “This one needs a miracle,” I’d heard one of the paramedics mutter as he’d worked on my mother. I’d caught his eye as he’d run alongside the stretcher and loaded it in the back of the ambulance. His eyes had held the cynicism of one too many bad calls. I shook my head to clear it from what I’d witnessed.
I had to get to my mom. She needed me. I had to get my car so I could drive to the hospital. I pushed past the detective, past the yellow tape, ignoring their orders to stop. I reached for the door of the car, but a police officer stopped me. His face was carved with pity and his voice gentle. “We have to take the car for evidence.”
“But, I don’t have another one. I need it.” I tried to blink, to focus on his voice that came from a thousand miles away.
Then an afraid voice, a little voice on the teetering edge of hysteria, called my name. My brother was in the middle of the street and the rain plastered his hair flat on his head. “Where’d they take Mom?” He jammed his fist into his mouth and looked beyond me to where the ambulance had disappeared. His entire body shook.