Hearts Are Wild

by Synithia Williams

  “As if I’d ever sleep with you . . . intentionally.” She pushed him out of the way.

  He gripped her arm. “You wanted it.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “Do I need to get my brother to remind you to keep your hands to yourself?”

  Surprise flashed in his dark eyes. He continued to sneer, but released her arm and stepped back. “So he told you about that.”

  Relief blew over her like a breeze when he let her go. She stepped away and reached for the heart around her neck. At the last second she dropped her hand. She’d denied it for years, but wouldn’t any more. Tony raped her. She didn’t need to clutch the heart at her neck as a reminder that self-love was important. She hadn’t forgotten that that night, he’d taken advantage.

  She raised her chin and glared at him. “Why wouldn’t he. He’s my brother.”

  Tony shrugged. “No matter, I could’ve gotten you in bed without drugging you. You were a tease then, but you wanted it. Just like you’re a tease now.”

  “You did what?” Boiling hot rage shot through her. After all of these years thinking she’d been too drunk to stop Tony. He’d drugged her. The smirk finally fell from his face as he eyed her warily.

  He took a step back. “You said he told you.”

  “That he kicked your ass, but I thought it was because you raped me. Not because you drugged me.”

  Fear flashed in his eyes. “I didn’t rape you. Don’t go throwing that type of shit around. I only helped the situation along.”

  “You sorry bastard!” she lunged for him and he roughly pushed her aside. She barely registered pain in her ankle as she twisted and fell against the counter. She pushed away from it and clawed at his face.

  “Stop it, Shayla,” he said between deflecting her blows. “I’m already on probation for CDV, but I will hit you if you don’t quit.”

  His words didn’t register. They didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was beating the crap out of him for the years she’d suffered thinking she was complacent when she should have fought. She attacked harder, kicking his shins while she tried to hit his face. Hot tears ran down her face. She fought back sobs as she tried to beat him for every ounce of insecurity she’d succumbed to after what he’d done.

  “That’s it,” he yelled, shoving her away.

  She fell on the floor, but didn’t give up her fight. She growled and jumped up. Her lunge was stopped as Tyrell ran over and grabbed her around the waist.

  “What’s going on?” Tyrell asked looking from her to Tony. He stared at Tony as if he were an infectious disease. His body tense against hers.

  Tony spoke first. “She’s a fool, that’s what’s wrong.”

  “No you’re a fool,” she said struggling against Tyrell’s hold. “A fool who raped me, and destroyed my pride. Never again, Tony. If you come near me I’ll kill you, understand. I. Will. Kill. You.”

  Her struggles stopped. Tony stared at her. She glared back, hoping he would say something that would give her a reason to scratch his eyes out.

  Tony finally held up his hands. “You ain’t worth all this.” His spit at her feet then walked to the stairs.

  When the door closed behind him, Tyrell let her go. Her knees gave out. She fell to the floor, her shoulders shaking from her sobs. It hadn’t been her fault.

  Tyrell kneeled and put his arms around her, but she didn’t want his comfort. She wanted Devin.

  “When did he hurt you? Was it tonight?”

  She shook her head. “No . . . he won’t come near me again,” she said as another round of sobs tore through her. Tony wouldn’t bother her again. He may be a bully, but he was also a coward.

  Crying was useless, but she couldn’t stop. She’d beat herself up for years over what happened in high school. Afterwards, she’d convinced herself that maybe she was as bad as her dad. Maybe she had wanted it that night. She’d gotten roaring drunk plenty of times in the years after just to test herself. But even when drunk, she’d known what she was doing. Had slept with the guys she wanted to, and turned away from those she didn’t. Before there was no explanation for why she wasn’t able to tell Tony no, or fight him off. Now there was reason for her self-loathing, a reason for her doubts. He’d drugged her. The stupid, fucking, arrogant asshole!

  Tyrell talked softly and patted her back while she cried. She appreciated his concern, but she wanted to find Devin and get away from here. She looked up to thank Tyrell and he wiped the tears from her face just as the basement door opened. Devin walked in, followed by the reporter from Columbia. The reporter’s eyes took on a predatory gleam. The smile on Devin’s face quickly hardened into an icy look that chilled her blood.

  Chapter 32

  Shayla jumped up from the floor. Tyrell rose slower. Her gaze flew between Devin and the reporter. There wasn’t any way to explain the situation without causing a problem. Either she confessed what happened between her and Tony in front of the reporter, or find some other excuse for why she was in Tyrell’s arms in a dark basement. Either way, it was a bad scene.

  “Well, just the two I hoped to interview tonight,” the reporter said with a sly smile.

  Shayla took a step forward. Pain sliced through her ankle from where she’d twisted it earlier. She ignored the pain as she lumbered to Devin’s side. He tensed as she slid her arm around his waist. His hand was stiff when it gripped her shoulder, sending her heart into a fast pace.

  Devin’s gaze ran over her face. She couldn’t read any emotion in his eyes. His brows furrowed as he wiped the remnants of tears from her face. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded. “I’ll explain later,” she whispered.

  The reporter raised an eyebrow at her arm around Devin’s waist. “Looks like we interrupted something.”

  Tyrell walked over. “You didn’t. Shayla twisted her ankle and I was helping her up. We were on our way upstairs when you came in.”

  The reporter scoffed. “Of course. So there’s no truth to the rumors.”

  She didn’t think it was possible, but Devin’s body became even stiffer. “What rumors?”

  The reporter motioned between her and Tyrell. “About a relationship between these two.”

  Tyrell laughed. “You’re putting your foot in your mouth. I don’t think Shayla’s boyfriend will appreciate the innuendo.”

  The reporter looked at Devin with newfound interest. “Boyfriend?”

  Shayla glanced up and her weak smile almost wilted. A glower covered Devin’s handsome face. Her already shaken spirits plummeted. If he scowled at the mention of him as her boyfriend then a breakup wasn’t far off. After only a week together and the drama that followed her like a poisonous cloud was already killing their relationship.

  The gleam in the reporter’s eyes dimmed only slightly. “So you’re not concerned finding your girlfriend in the arms of another man.”

  Devin glared back. “I have no reason not to trust her and Tyrell. We’re all friends,” he said in a cool voice.

  “Pretty close friends, I’d guess,” the reporter said with a laugh.

  Shayla pushed away from Devin and crossed her arms. “Look, tonight is about the festival. We worked hard to make it a success, and Tyrell is here as a friend. You can stop looking as if you’ve just landed the story of the century. There’s nothing going on.”

  The reporter looked at the stony expressions of the three. He finally shook his head and shrugged. “I think I’ve gotten enough to cover the festival. As to everything else,” he grinned cockily, “time will tell.” He gave a quick wave of his hand and left.

  As soon as the door closed Devin whipped around to face her. “Did he hurt you?”

  She shook her head. “No, Tyrell helped me.”

  “I’m talking about Tony. I saw him leave just as that reporter and I were heading in here. Are you okay?”

  Her ankle throbbed painfully. Her hands hurt from where Tony had deflected her blows. But she wouldn’t say a word. Devin’s body was tense. Telling him about the extent o
f her attack on Tony might break the tenuous amount of control he was showing.

  “No. Can we go somewhere and talk? I’ve got to get out of here.”

  “Not until I find out what happened.” His eyes narrowed on Tyrell.

  Tyrell came toward them. “I was more afraid for Tony than Shayla. She was hitting him.”

  Devin’s jaw clenched. His left hand moved up to massage the back of her neck. His gaze ran over her as if searching for signs of injury. “Why were you hitting him?”

  Shayla wanted to slump against his hard chest. Bury herself in the safety of his arms, but the calculating look in his eye held her back. Her eyes slid away from his as her hand reached up to clench the charm around her neck. “That night in high school . . . he’d drugged me. I bet it was that drink Peaches gave me. It wasn’t just the alcohol that prevented me from pushing Tony away.”

  Devin’s face became a mask of fury. He spun toward the door. Shayla grabbed onto his arm. Tyrell hurried around to block his way.

  Tyrell held up his hands. “It’s cool, man. He won’t bother her anymore.”

  “Why, because you came in and saved the day?” Devin said with a sneer.

  Tyrell shook his head. “No, Shayla had the situation under control.” Shayla met his eye over Devin’s shoulder. Her relief that he understood not to mention that things were getting out of hand was almost palpable. Tyrell continued, “When I came in, Shayla was slapping him around. He said it wasn’t worth it and left. I only put my arms around her because she was crying. Trust me. I’m not trying to overstep my bounds. Anyone with eyes can tell she loves you.”

  Some of the tension left Devin’s shoulders. He pulled her against his side. His hand once again began its gentle massage of the knots at the base of her neck. “Thank you for helping her.”

  Tyrell shrugged. “Just helping out a friend.”

  Shayla smiled at Tyrell before looking up at Devin. “Can we go?”

  He sighed. “The festival should be winding down.” He looked at his watch. “It’s almost nine. Let’s see if we can slip out early.”

  “I’ll go wrap up my area,” Tyrell said and left.

  No sooner than the door closed did Devin turn toward her. The frustration in his eyes apparent. “Is that all that happened?”

  Shayla held up her right hand. “I swear. He helped me with Tony. Then I started crying and he was only offering comfort. I don’t want him, Devin. I love you.”

  Devin sighed and shook his head. “How do you always end up in these situations? It’s as if trouble follows you.”

  He gave her a small smile, but it didn’t soften the blow his words inflicted. It was happening already. First, the flinch at being referred to as her boyfriend. Now, the complaints about trouble surrounding her like gnats at a cookout. He was already getting tired of her.

  He held out his hand for her to take. They didn’t speak as they excited into the cool night air. Reverend Jenkins was on the stage telling everyone the festival was coming to a close and thanking them for coming. Devin’s hand dropped from hers as they walked closer. He didn’t touch her, just kept the frown on his face.

  “I especially want to thank Shayla Monroe. We wouldn’t have been able to pull this together without her dedication and support. She is a true asset to the community and I appreciate her efforts,” Reverend Jenkins said. He clapped his hands and a few seconds later the rest of the crowd joined in.

  Reverend Jenkins’ thanks, coupled with everything else that happened that night, brought a fresh wave of tears to her eyes. Reverend Jenkins was one of the most respected men in Helena. By giving her his stamp of approval in front of the entire town, there would be few who would outright ostracize her. With just a few words he’d told everyone to back off.

  Within minutes, several people came up to tell her what a good job she’d done and how great the festival was. She blinked back the tears and called on her years of hiding her emotions to smile and accept the congratulations from the same people who’d whispered about her behind their hands when she first arrived.

  Devin excused himself to help pack things up in the health screening area. He didn’t meet her eyes, and although he squeezed her shoulder and kissed her cheek before going away his actions were aloof. She dreaded the ride back to his place and the awkward “it’s me, not you” speech.

  She looked up from the last person who gave her another over exuberant congratulations just as her mom approached. Her mom’s full lips were twisted in a scowl that could only be fiercer if she were sucking on lemons. Taking a deep breath Shayla prepared herself for whatever was coming, even though her battered emotions couldn’t take much more.

  Marcella stopped before her and shuffled her feet. She stuffed her hands into the oversized coat she was wearing before letting out a loud breath. “Good job on the festival.”

  Shayla blinked several times. “Um . . . thanks.”

  Marcella looked across the parking lot at the health screen tent. “You and Devin. Kia told me she gave you her blessing. I won’t say anymore to you about him except don’t hurt him again. He’s a nice man.”

  Shayla sighed. “I love him . . . always have. And that night I supposedly hurt him was because Tony drugged my drink and had sex with me after I passed out.”

  The surprise on her mom’s face would have made her feel better if she thought it would make a difference.

  “I had no idea.”

  “No, and you never asked what happened. You just slapped me, called me a whore like my daddy, and walked away.”

  Her mom’s face hardened and she straightened her shoulders. “What was I supposed to do? Everyone in town said—”

  “Everyone in town believed that I was loose because you always said it. But you know what, it doesn’t matter. It was a long time ago. I’m over it. Devin knows and he’s over it. I’m done. Done waiting on your approval and love. Done.”

  She walked away from her mom who stood there with her mouth gaping open. She looked at the sky and took a deep breath. She no longer craved her mom’s approval. It would never come. After years of living with regrets and self loathing she was ready to let go of the old feelings that plagued her. Easier said than done maybe, but now that she had a job she’d look for a shrink.

  She looked around at the dispersing crowd, the exhibitors packing up their tents, and the committee and volunteers breaking things down. She should help. Clean up would be more than usual because the festival was so large, and she was the reason for that. But right now she wanted to go home—except she didn’t have a home. She had a place she rented and one side of the bed in Devin’s house.

  Tears welled in her eyes again. She was a mess. Nowhere to go. Devin’s behavior after the scene with Tyrell and Tony made it obvious that he was rethinking their relationship. This time she wasn’t sure if she could let him go without losing a piece of herself.

  Strong arms encircled her shoulders. The warmth from Devin’s body surrounded her and his scent infused her as he leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Let’s go.”

  “But the break down . . . ”

  “I spoke with Reverend Jenkins, he said they’re good. I’m taking you home.”

  It’s not my home, it’s your home, she thought as he led her to his truck. They didn’t speak as he drove. His silence grated her nerves. She’d rather he get it over with than prolong it. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the back of the seat. Mentally, she went through her very grown up response she’d have to make when he ended things. No need to be a complete basket case.

  The truck made a sharp jerk to the side. Shayla’s eyes popped open. She jumped in the seat. Before she could ask what was wrong, Devin was out the door and running around the side of the truck. Tony and Peaches were walking down the street together, probably on the way to Peaches house which was close to the church.

  “Oh, shit,” Shayla breathed when Devin grabbed Tony, swung him around, and punched him.

  Shayla jumped out the car and rushed o
ver. She tried to pull Devin off, but he brushed her aside. He took a handful of Tony’s shirt and punched him again. When Tony fell to the ground, Devin kicked him. There were gasps from the few people who were also walking home that night. So much for not causing a scene tonight.

  Shayla grabbed Devin’s arm. “Stop it! It’s over.”

  Her jerked out of her grasped, but thankfully took a step back. Peaches slowly walked forward. She froze when Devin glared at her. “You gave her the drink with the stuff in it?”

  Peaches looked warily between the two. Shayla couldn’t help it, her fist curled up with the need to enact her own revenge.

  “It was supposed to be a joke,” Peaches said. “He was only going to get in bed with her. Make you think they . . . you know. It went too far, alright.”

  Shayla went for Peaches, but Devin grabbed her arm. “Get in the truck.”

  She turned to him. “You get to hit Tony, but I can’t hit her?”

  “You’ve got into enough trouble tonight,” he glared at Peaches. “Either of you say one word to me or Shayla, you’ll regret it.”

  Peaches scowled. “You two can have each other.”

  Devin looked down to where Tony groaned on the ground. “Likewise.” He tugged Shayla’s arm. “Get in the truck.”

  With a glare, she turned her back on Peaches and Tony. Devin remained silent on the short drive to his home, and as they entered the house. She went directly into the living room and sat on his sofa. He stopped at the door and leaned against the jam. They stared at each other. Her heart beat so hard she’d be surprised if he didn’t hear it. Devin had never lost his cool, but he’d fought Tony twice because of her. Both times in front of people and this time there would be no doubt it was because of her. She loved him even more for defending her.

  After a few minutes, he walked to her, his steps slow and measured. The light in the room reflected off his high cheekbones, enhancing the frown on his face. “I don’t like being called your boyfriend.”