by Emme Rollins, Julia Kent, Anna Antonia, Helena Newbury, Aubrey Rose
I called a hire company and arranged for them to drop off a van in an hour. I’d drive the missile down to Virginia myself, delivering it to Carol’s company personally—a road trip was just what I needed. When I got back, the stage would be gone and I could get on with whatever project Carol found for me next. Life could get back to normal and, in time, I could forget all about her. It was time to accept what I was and get on with it. That’s what grown-ups did.
I called Neil and asked him if he’d skip classes at MIT for a couple of days to come with me. We could share the driving, put the bikes in the back of the van and ride back on them when we’d dropped off the missile. He could tell something was wrong, but he agreed to come, never able to pass up a long ride.
When he showed up, his first question was if Natasha was coming, too. He had a plan to pick up Clarissa and the girls could ride pillion on the way back, with us all camping in the forest. He even had a tent we could use.
I just looked at him, and he could see it in my eyes. His face fell, and he pulled me into one of his bone-crushing man hugs.
“What happened?” he asked, when he let me go.
I knew there was no way to explain. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He gave me a long look. “It was the work, wasn’t it? The goddamn work—”
“Just....” I shook my head. “No more distractions, from now on.”
“Distractions? That distraction was the best thing that ever happened to you.”
“Enough!” I almost yelled it, and the sudden flare of anger and hurt I saw in Neil’s face made me cringe inside. What had I turned into?
It was late morning before we had Neil’s Harley and my Ducatti strapped down in the back of the hired van, and slid the missile in between them. I didn’t miss the disgusted looks Neil gave the thing. He’d tied his hair back in a bandana while we worked, and between that and his biker clothes he looked like someone the cops would pull over on the flimsiest excuse—indeed, that happened on a weekly basis and Neil took great pleasure in flashing his MIT ID card along with his license. He’d be a doctor of science pretty soon, and he chose to hang around with criminals and dress like an outlaw. He needed to grow up.
I started the engine, and then just sat there, my fingers tracing the steering wheel.
What if Neil wasn’t the one who needed to grow up?
I was doing what I was supposed to do. It was what being an adult was all about: making the difficult choice instead of the easy one. Sacrificing what you wanted and doing what you needed.
Except....
What if this was the easy choice? I’d thought I was being brave, continuing on this path. But the thing that really scared me was changing course. If I stopped making weapons, I had literally no idea what the hell to do tomorrow, let alone the rest of my life. Even worse, I’d be admitting to myself that the last four years had been a mistake—that I’d been on the wrong path all along. What if Natasha was right, and there were better ways of remembering my folks? What if the really brave thing was to have the guts to let go of my past and make a fresh start...with someone I wanted to be with?
What if being an adult really came down to making my own decisions, instead of letting someone make them for me?
It was like a dam bursting open inside me, a tiny hole ripped wider and wider by the pressure. As the wall fell, I finally felt the certainty I’d been missing, the knowledge that this was right. And with it came a flipside, a sickening realization that everything I’d been doing since my parent’s death had been wrong.
I had to fix everything. Fortunately, solving problems is what I do.
I turned to Neil. “Call Big Earl.”
“Big-Earl-who-you-don’t-approve-of, Big Earl?
“We need his help.”
Neil looked over his shoulder at the missile. “We aren’t going to Virginia?” he asked hopefully.
“We’re not going to Virginia.”
“Where are we going?”
“Fenbrook.”
Chapter Thirty Eight
Natasha
Clarissa somehow cajoled me into the shower and then into some fresh clothes. She hugged and empathized and occasionally wished horrible deaths on Darrell, as if this was just your typical break up, but we both knew it wasn’t. I could see the worry in her eyes, and she could see I wasn’t just upset. I was broken, maybe in a way that could never be fixed.
We’d already missed one class and were late for the second, drawing glares from Miss Kay as we crept in. I tried to fill my mind with dance, but it didn’t work. I felt raw and torn, the part of my heart that belonged to Darrell viciously ripped away. I kept missing steps. I couldn’t even balance, my muscles weak and my joints stiff. Miss Kay took about three seconds to notice.
“Man trouble?” she asked, in a voice low enough that only I could hear it.
“What?”
“Someone’s messing with your brain, honey, and you might want to tell them to quit. ‘Cause the way you’re moving, right now? I ain’t seen that since you were a first day freshman.”
I took a deep breath, thinking of the cigarette case. I hadn’t had time to duck into the restroom before the class started. I didn’t even know if cutting would still work for me—it hadn’t that morning. “I’m sorry. I’ll be better tomorrow. I just need a little time.”
“What you need is to get your shit together. You split with someone?” I looked up, aghast, but she could see the truth in my eyes. “Yeah, I figured.” Her expression softened minutely. “I’m sorry, Natasha.” She patted me just once on the shoulder, the closest thing to affection she’d ever shown me, and walked off to correct someone’s fouetté.
I was barely holding it together. When you meet someone—when you meet the someone—you see yourself in a whole new light. I’d liked myself, when I’d been with him. I’d felt normal. Now I was back to being me, and it’s difficult to describe just how awful the return was. Before, at least I hadn’t fully realized what I’d been missing. I wished I’d never met him.
....
No. That wasn’t true. Our relationship had broken me, but the happiness we’d had together, the way he’d made me feel...that had been worth it, a thousand times over. Maybe this was my punishment—one last glimpse of the life I could have had, if I’d done things differently six years ago, and then it was ripped away to ensure that I’d never again do anything as selfish as try to love someone.
I could barely concentrate as I moved to the center to try a combination Miss Kay was drilling us on. I went through the motions, but my body felt as if it was made of wax. I powered upward in a grand jeté, floated for a second—
There was a crash as the doors opened and for a second, I thought I’d completely lost it and was reliving the audition. He was standing in the doorway, panting as if he’d just run up the stairs.
I landed, staggering a little, my mouth hanging open. Miss Kay was already turning to the door.
“You’d better not be a boyfriend,” she told Darrell as she stalked toward him. Then she glanced over her shoulder and saw my expression. “Oh, Lord.” She glared at Darrell. “Now you’re really in trouble.”
“I need to speak to her,” Darrell told her. He looked over at me, and his eyes weren’t clouded anymore. They were as bright and clear as I’d ever seen them.
He took a step towards me and suddenly Miss Kay’s right leg was straight out in front of her, the tip of her shoe prodding him in the waist. The room went utterly silent. Both her legs were like iron, with not a hint of a wobble. “Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah!” she told him. “You’re already in my bad books, but if you go disruptin’ my class, you and me are gonna have a conversation.”
I started forward, but Clarissa’s arm came up in front of me. She shot a questioning look at me and I hesitated. After the way he’d hurt me, did I really want to open myself up again?
I looked into those gorgeous blue eyes. Yes. Yes, I did, because what was the alternative? Close myself down for the
rest of my life? I’d had my glimpse of a better life, a better me, and if there was even a slim possibility that could still be real, I had to be brave enough to reach for it.
I came up behind Miss Kay. Her foot was still prodding Darrell’s stomach, and she gave every sign of being able to keep it there for a week if need be. She didn’t have to turn around to know it was me. “Is this man the reason your pas de chat looks like a pas de herd-of-goddamn-buffalo?”
I took a deep breath. “Yes ma’am.”
She stared at him. “Cute.”
I didn’t know who was blushing more, Darrell or me.
Miss Kay finally lowered her leg. “Two minutes,” she told us, and walked off, clapping her hands for a break. The rest of the class began to chatter behind me, but they kept their voices low. They wanted to hear.
I pushed Darrell out into the hallway. He looked at me, panicked by the time limit. I just nodded, trying to stop my lower lip from trembling. We had to do this here, now.
He closed his eyes for a second, getting it straight in his head. Then those clear blue eyes pinned me and he spread his hands wide. “I’m sorry. When you told me about what happened to you, I was caught up in my past. All I could think about was us splitting up, and how it was all my fault.” His fingers gently stroked my cheek, and I caught my breath. “I was a selfish bastard. I should have made sure that even if we split up, I still told you....” He swallowed and I held my breath. “Natasha, it was not your fault. It was a horrible, horrible accident and it changed you forever but you don’t need to carry this guilt around with you anymore. You were a kid and you made a mistake but their deaths were not your fault.”
I realized that his hands were on my shoulders. I knew I should say something, but I couldn’t speak. I’d been waiting six years for someone to say those words to me, while at the same time ensuring that no one ever could. It had taken my bid to save Darrell to let him save me.
All of my memories came rushing up out of the darkness, but for the first time it didn’t feel like I was falling down into a pit. They were still raw and painful—in fact, I had the horrible realization that the dancing and the cutting and the bike meant I hadn’t ever allowed myself to fully relive them—but I no longer felt like I was sliding out of control. I was terrified of them, but facing them seemed possible, now.
I drew in a deep, shuddering breath and nodded, seeing his relief through a film of tears. But I knew we weren’t done. My past hadn’t been the only thing that had ripped us apart. As long as his work and Carol still possessed him, there was no way we could be together. And if that hadn’t changed, if he knew we were apart for good...my guts twisted. Did that mean he’d just lied about my past, safe in the knowledge that he’d never see me again? Was he just easing his conscience, and hated me after all?
I looked into his eyes and I couldn’t see any deception there. I didn’t believe he’d lie to me—not about that—but then I hadn’t believed him capable of evil, either. How could I ever completely trust him, knowing what he did? Would Carol manipulate him into building more and worse weapons? And would she keep whispering in his ear until he slept with her?
“What about you?” Barely more than a whisper.
“I’ll show you.” He held out his hand. “If you’ll come with me.”
“Now?”
“Has to be right now. You’ll see why.”
It took a heartbeat to decide. I pushed back through the doors and Miss Kay was standing there waiting, hands on hips. The rest of the class stood silent and curious behind her.
I didn’t have to say anything, my expression telling her everything she needed to know. She pursed her lips. “You’d better be in here early tomorrow with moves like I’ve never seen.”
I nodded frantically and ran.
* * * *
Downstairs, Neil was using every ounce of his charm to stop a female police officer slapping a ticket on a van. We got in, me in the middle, and sped off with him promising her good karma.
“Where are we going?” I asked as we headed out of the city. Looking behind my seat, I could see a long shape with a sheet thrown over it, and a sports bag. “Is that—”
“Yep. And we’re going to Big Earl’s,” Darrell said.
From the look of raw determination on his face, Big Earl’s wasn’t somewhere anyone went willingly. It suddenly sank in that I was in a leotard and tights. “What are we going to do at Big Earl’s?”
Darrell gave me a long look. “The right thing.”
* * * *
Big Earl’s turned out to be a series of linked lots, surrounded by chain link fences topped with razor wire. There was a motorcycle club, a garage and a junkyard. Darrell parked the van outside the club, and six guys in biker gear sauntered over, menace on their faces. Neil jumped out and nodded to them, and that seemed to pacify them. Then I climbed out in my ballet gear and suddenly they were very interested.
Another car pulled up—a green Aston Martin. Carol got out, slammed her door and looked around her. “What the hell, Darrell? I mean, really, what the hell?” She glanced at me, smirking at my outfit.
“Let’s take a walk,” Darrell told her coldly. Neil threw me his leather jacket and I slipped it on, and then Darrell was leading Carol and me through a gate into the junkyard, leaving Neil with the van.
The roads between the stacks of rusting cars were packed dirt, and my pointe shoes were trashed by the time I’d gone ten paces. Carol, in her Jimmy Choos, didn’t fare much better. “An explanation, Darrell?” she said. “What is this—a new project? Please tell me you’ve arranged a demonstration.”
“In a manner of speaking,” Darrell told her. I’d never heard him sound so calm...or so cold.
It was a few minutes before we reached the end of the row. As we turned the corner, we heard a car roar up, and got there just in time to see Carol’s Aston Martin screech to a stop, top down and Neil at the wheel.
Carol tensed, about to shout something, but then her eyes narrowed. As Neil got out and walked towards us, we saw the missile, wedged diagonally into the space behind the Aston’s front seats. “It’s finished?” Carol asked, suddenly breathless. “I can take it right now?”
“It’s finished,” Darrell told her. Then he looked at me. “But you aren’t taking it.”
A massive, four-wheeled loader roared up, with two vicious-looking forks pointing straight out in front. Everyone looked from it to the car, and Carol had time to draw in a single, strangled breath before the forks stabbed straight through the car’s body and out the other side.
“Are you insane?” Carol’s voice shook. “That’s my—”
“Sabre gave it to me.” Darrell reminded her. “I let you have it because I thought I owed you. But you’ve been using me from the start.”
The loader heaved the car into the air and rolled forward. A few pieces of the Aston fell to the ground—a door mirror, a license plate—as if it was bleeding. Now everyone turned to look at where the loader was heading: the car crusher.
“You can’t,” Carol said, her face deathly pale. “Darrell, we’ve got buyers for the missile. You can’t—” She started forward, but Neil clapped a firm hand on her shoulder.
“You shouldn’t be worrying about the missile.” Darrell was speaking to Carol, but looking at me. “In the trunk there’s a bag. In the bag is every hard drive from every one of my computers. Everything I’ve ever made for you, for the last four years.”
The loader dumped the car into the crusher and reversed away. A man—from his girth, Big Earl—stood ready at the crusher controls.
Carol spun to face Darrell. “That’s your work! That’s your life’s work!”
Darrell took a deep breath. “That’s not the life I want anymore.” He looked at me. “Lift your hands above your head.”
“What?” Everything was happening so fast.
“Lift your hands above your head.” Darrell indicated the crusher. “It’s the signal.”
“Don’t!” Carol’s vo
ice was like ice. She stepped in front of me, but somehow, despite her designer clothes and her perfect hair, I wasn’t intimidated anymore.
I thought of the countless hours Darrell must have spent in that workshop. “Are you sure?”
He walked over and kissed me, his warm lips feeling so right on mine that I thought I was going to melt into the ground. He clutched me to him, one arm around my waist as with the other he stroked my pinned-back hair. After a second, I remembered to lift my arms above my head. I was too busy kissing him to see the car crushed, but I heard the tortured groan of metal and the popping as the windows broke. The most satisfying sound was Carol’s utter, shocked silence as she realized she’d been beaten. When we finally broke the kiss, she was still staring at the crusher.
“What did you do to him?” she said at last, her voice raw and savage.
I gazed at Darrell. “I inspired him,” I told her proudly.
As we walked back to the van, we kept casting little glances at each other. The wind was blowing his hair and he kept grinning every time he looked at me—and I knew I was doing the same. He was free. I didn’t have to share him anymore, didn’t have to see him eaten up from the inside by his rage. God knows we both still needed healing, but we’d taken the first steps. I felt whole, for the first time in six years.
We climbed into the van. I had my whole life ahead of me. My man, my friends, my career—
I suddenly looked at the clock on the dashboard. Twenty to two. I sat back in my seat and laughed.
Darrell climbed into the driver’s seat. “What?”
I shook my head. “Nothing. Doesn’t matter. I just—I had a call back today for the audition. The one you first saw me at.”
“Well? Let’s go!”
I smiled sadly at him. “It’s back in the city and it starts in twenty minutes.”
He looked over his shoulder at his bike, strapped down in the back of the van. “I can get you there in ten.”
* * * *
Three minutes later, I was clinging to Darrell’s back as we roared around a corner, leaning so far over that my knees felt like they were brushing the highway. Neil had lent me his helmet and I’d kept on his leather jacket, but otherwise I was still in my ballet outfit. If I’d dared to lift my face from between Darrell’s shoulders, I would have seen people giving us some very odd looks.