by Claire Adams
I grabbed the baseball bat from the hall closet and raced down the hall.
"You sorry bitch. You shouldn't have tried to have me locked up. I'll-"
He didn't get another word out as I reached into the bathroom and grabbed a handful of his greasy hair. I pulled hard, and he screamed, but so did my mother. He had a handful of her hair, as well.
I didn't think twice before swinging the bat and hitting him in the chest before he could figure out what was going on. He dropped her, and she scurried back in to the bathroom as she continued to cry amid her horrible coughing.
"You sorry motherfucker." I hit him again, but he wasn't one to lay back and take a beating. The nasty scar across his ugly face was new, fresh. I had to guess that he didn't play too well with the guy in his cell.
"You little son of a bitch." He grabbed the bat and pulled me to him, head-butting me hard.
I stumbled backward, but got my footing enough to drop to the ground and ram the bat into his crotch. He screamed and fell to the floor in front of me. I threw the bat behind me and grabbed him, rolling him and climbing on top of him as I started to throw punches.
Two strong hands pulled me off of him only seconds later, and every muscle in my body locked up. I'd never been so damn scared in all my life. I blinked a few times, realizing that the cops were there, and we were going to be okay. I scrambled into the bathroom and picked up my mother to carry her out.
"Right this way, son." A cop reached out and took my arm, helping me to keep my focus by guiding me out of the house. "Careful of the stairs."
I followed the sound of his voice, but kept my eyes focused on my mom. She was breathing, but her eyes were closed and her face bloody.
"Please, don't let anything happen to her." I moved to the ambulance as they opened the back doors. A car pulled up and my mother's oldest sister got out and ran toward us.
"Oh my God, Tate. She called and said to get over here, but you know I live about-" She stopped and let out a soft scream as she moved up to hover over the top of my mom. "Is she... Is she..."
"No, she's just hurt pretty bad." I reached out and brushed my mother's hair back. She wasn't responding, but I'd seen her like that more times than I could count. She found a safe place in her mind to hide, and I couldn't say that I didn't understand why she did it. I wanted a safe place to hide, too.
"Can I go with her? Is that okay?" My aunt pulled me into a quick hug as I nodded in agreement.
"Where are you taking her?" I asked one of the paramedics as they closed the back of the ambulance.
"St. Mark's General," he barked and walked around the ambulance.
I turned in time to see three cops pulling Daniel out of the house, kicking and screaming. He was bigger than me, but there was no way I would ever back down from a fight.
"You sorry fucker. She's my woman and none of your damn concern. This is your fault," he screamed at me as they wrestled him in the back of the cop car.
"How is it my fault?" I mumbled and walked back to the house, completely exhausted and far more emotionally defeated than I remembered being before. He would have beat her to death if I hadn't have gotten home.
"Yeah, and you would have been home earlier if you hadn't taken that pretty girl that's way out of your league out on a date. What the fuck were you thinking?" I told myself as I walked up the stairs, hard emotions wrapping around my chest and squeezed like a vice grip. I was going to head up to the hospital, but I needed a minute to pull myself together.
I made it to the bathroom before my stomach turned over. Dropping to my knees, I closed my eyes and tried hard not to relive the terror of seeing Daniel back in the house. He was a monster of the worst kind, and I had to find a way to make sure that he wouldn't ever hurt my mother again.
The sound of someone coming in the house left my blood running cold. I jerked up and barged down the hall to see a frightened Sam standing in the living room with his hands up.
"What the fuck is going on? I saw all of the ambulances just leaving here. You okay? Where's your mom?" He glanced around.
I pressed my hands to my face and let out a long scream, unable to help myself. He wrapped me in a tight hug, and I let him. I hadn't cried since we were kids, but I was so fucking tired of fighting a battle that never ended.
"Hey, man. I'm right here for you. It's me and you against the world. Tell me what you need and we'll get it. Anything." Sam patted my back and let me lose my shit for a few minutes before pulling back. "What happened?"
I wiped at my face angrily before walking to the kitchen and downing three glasses of water. My insides were a fucking wreck, and I couldn't stop seeing my mother lying on the floor, curled up and shivering like a broken animal.
"Daniel was here. Beating her up again." I filled up the glass again, wanting so damn bad for it to be vodka, but knowing that I needed my wits about me to get to the hospital.
"Oh, shit. Where's your mom?" His face paled.
"She's on the way to St. Mark’s. Can you take me there?" I downed the last glass as I watched him. "I don't feel like freezing my ass off on the bike."
"Of course. Let's go." He opened the door for me and glanced over as we walked out toward the truck. "He didn't hurt you, right?"
"Just my pride, as per usual. The bastard's strong. I hate him so damn much." I got in the truck and buckled up as my phone buzzed. Valentine.
Val: Hey. Thanks for lunch today. I wanted you to know that I got you a try-out spot on the swim team on Saturday at two. Don't be late. The natatorium.
I wasn't sure what to say, so I didn't respond until later that night when things had finally settled down. I knew she could tell that I'd read the text, but I could explain later if she forced me to. I prayed like hell that she wasn't the needy type of girl that would want something in return for her kindness. Even more so, I hoped that she wouldn't need a fucking explanation to everything I did or didn't do.
I could feel the beginnings of a relationship starting, and while I wanted one desperately, I'd been burned far too many times. Women wanted sex or attention, but rarely love. I'd have to keep myself protected, safe.
"Who you texting over there?" Sam leaned over and tugged my phone from my hand. "Oh cool. Who's this Val person? A girl?"
"Yeah. The chick that I helped on the side of the road last night. She came by the shop today and we grabbed lunch together. She's pretty cool." I shrugged and leaned back against the plastic chair in the waiting room.
"Pretty cool? Did this chick really get you a try out opportunity for the swim team?" Sam's voice was filled with warmth.
I couldn't afford to share his excitement. I'd wanted to be on the damn team too long and had been shunned by them several times during my freshman and sophomore years. Tomorrow at two would be no different.
"Yeah, she's a great girl, but I'm not sure I'm going. You know those guys are dicks." I pulled my phone from him, turned it off, and shoved it back into my pocket.
"What? Fuck that. You're an incredible swimmer. Get out there and break all their fucking records. Then what are they going to do? Oh, yeah. Right. Let you on the team," he snorted.
"I'm not sure I want on the team anymore, Sam. I have to start picking up shifts at the garage, seeing that Mom is already having trouble paying the rent, and now this." I lifted my hands in the air. "Jerry wants me to think about being the assistant manager, anyway. It's probably better if I just drop out of school and work on bringing in more money. I can't leave that burden on Mom. She's already about to drop."
"Did she have that cough checked on?" He sat up as a nurse walked toward us.
"No, but I'll make sure they do that while we're here." I stood to face the woman.
"Are you Tate?" Her smile was kind.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good. Your mom’s awake and wants to see you. Your friend can come, too." She turned and we followed her down the hall.
I almost thought I'd gotten away with my comments on leaving college, but Sam started in
on me just before we walked into the room.
"You're not quitting, by the way. You're almost there. I'll help out. I have some money saved up." The ass made sure to say it as we walked into the room.
My mother sat up in her bed with a loud grunt. "You're not talking about quitting school again, right?"
"No, Mom." I reached for her hand, lifting it to my mouth and kissing her fingers. "Hush about that right now. You okay?"
"You're not quitting. Promise me now." Her eyes filled with tears. "Promise me."
"Fine, Mom. I'm not quitting." I leaned down and gave her a hug. "I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner tonight."
"I'm not your responsibility. Besides, I'm going to file charges this time like I should have before. You were right." She moved back and gave me a tearful grin. "We'll put him away forever."
"Or I'll kill him." I glanced up at Sam. "Self-defense, right?"
"No, you won't." My mom touched the side of my face. "You know why?"
"Why, Mom?"
"Because you're nothing like him. Don't ever become that way, okay?"
I nodded and tried to let the torrent of emotions plaguing me die down. I needed a drink, a hot shower, and a long night with a good woman screaming my name. I knew two of those things were in the cards, but funnily enough, it was the last one that I needed the most.
I couldn't help but wonder if Val might be up for it. There was a high possibility that she needed it more than I did. I just had to figure out if I had the nerve to find out.
Chapter Eleven
Val
It had been a long week at school, but a busy one. I hadn't heard another word from Paul, which was good, but I hadn't heard much from Tate, either. Outside of his quick text back with a short thank you, there hadn't been anything. I was starting to wonder if I'd made up the connection we had the day we went to lunch together. I'd finally resigned myself to moving on. The ball was in his court on us seeing each other again, and I wasn't one to push anything that I was lukewarm about anyway.
My dreams were filled with lusty moments strapped to a bed with him hovering over me, but they were nothing more than dreams. He was a good guy, and I had too much drama and baggage to mess up what was probably a simple life for him.
Besides, if he wanted anything to do with me, he would call.
My alarm went off on Saturday morning far earlier than it normally would, which left me grouchy before my feet even hit the floor. My mother wanted me to spend the day with her, working on the last-minute decorations for my sister’s upcoming wedding. While I love my sister Allison, the last thing I wanted to do was spend time with my mother. She'd focus on the wedding plans for 10 percent of the time, and the rest of the day would be spent with her ripping me apart for my innumerable inadequacies.
"Turn the alarm off. Jeez," Katelyn grumbled from her bed, and I realized that I was lying there letting the alarm continue to scream at me.
"Sorry. Shit." I scrambled out of bed and turned it off before letting out a long yawn. "Get up. You're coming with me."
"I'd ask where, but I don't want to know because my response will be the same. No. I'm tired, and I want to sleep in." She pulled her covers over her head as I yanked the curtain back and let the sunlight in. "Amy and Lucinda are coming, too. Let's go wake them up and get this party started."
"Why are you in a good mood? You hate getting up early." She sat up and gave me an exasperated look.
"We're going to my mother's to work on wedding stuff for Allison. I'm not in a good mood, but I am looking forward to having someone cook all three of my meals today." I smirked before pulling my pajamas off and dressing in a knee-length skirt, a nice blouse, and designer boots. A sweater and leggings sounded much better, but I didn't want to give my mom too much ammo. She was already upset about the car situation and me having broken up with Paul. There was a lot stacked against me, and I'd yet to walk through her front door.
"I don't like your mother. She makes me feel like a bug under a microscope." Katelyn got up and let out a frustrated sigh. "But...I'd do anything for you, so I'll go. I'm wearing what the fuck I want to, though."
"I'm good with that. She's not going to say anything to you, Katelyn. She only berates me. I'm the punching bag." I ran my brush through my hair and fixed my makeup perfectly. I hated the fact that I had to get dolled up to the extent that I did, but I just did. It was expected.
"I'm going to trick punch her if she makes you cry like she did last time." Katelyn yanked on my ponytail on her way to the restroom, causing a huge lump of hair to lift in the middle of it.
"I cry every time." I pulled my hair back down and did it again. Anything out of place was going to get me an ass chewing. I'd tried standing up to her several times, but that only made the drama more intense and usually got my dad dragged into the center of the explosion.
No thanks.
"That's bullshit, but I know you know that." Katelyn stopped beside me a few minutes later. "Jeans and a sweater okay?"
"Yep. Whatever you want to wear. Seriously." I got up and sprayed a little bit of perfume on my chest. "I really wish Tate would call. I didn't get him the tryout with Martin so that he would like me, but it kinda hurts that he hasn't so much as called or texted anything but a quick thanks."
"Val." She worked her hair into a bun before pulling her scarf around her neck and tying it in a way that I could never get mine to work.
"What?" I got up and pulled my jacket from the closet.
"I don't know the guy, but from what Martin says, he's really, really poor. Not that him not having money should matter at all, but I'm sure that causes him to reconsider calling you. You're way out of his league. You're not just some pretty girl from a nice middle class family. You're a Scott." She lifted her eyebrow at me. "That means a lot around here."
"Yeah, well, I wish it didn't." I let out a painful sigh and grabbed my purse. "Come on, let's go visit the famous Scotts and try hard not to leave feeling like we're two inches tall. My mom's good at shrinking people and their egos."
"Your mom is the wicked witch of the West." Katelyn opened our door and followed me out into the hall. "Tate is probably crazy about you, but you know as well as I do that he's not going to call. If he's mature, then he'll leave you be."
"Shit. Thanks." I gave her a pseudo-glare.
"Don't look at me like that. You're going to have to date a richy-rich just so they can stand to be around your family. Hell, you dragging the three of us there today should prove that. You can't even stand to be around them." She laughed, and I tried to let her words slide off my back, namely because she was right.
*
The look on my mother's face when she opened the front door of our enormous, dark-brick mansion was almost comical. Almost.
"Valentine. You brought company." Her smile was tight and eyes piercing as she looked around the group, but continued to block the doorway. She seemed to have forgotten than it was 20 degrees outside where we were standing.
"Yep. You remember my friends." I glanced back at them as they all gave shit-eating grins. I loved every one of them. "Lucinda, Katelyn, and Amy."
"Right. Come on in, then. You'll catch your death out there." She moved back and opened the door wider.
"Is that Val?" My sister's voice caused my heart to squeeze tightly in my chest. I loved her tremendously, but it was a hard relationship to reconcile within me. She was the reason I wasn't good enough, but she couldn't help that. She was just perfect, and it had little to do with anything vengeful toward me.
"Hey, Allison." I moved into her warm hug and squeezed her tightly. "You remember my friends?"
"I do." She moved out of my hold and gave all of my friends hugs as my mother tugged at my arm.
"Valentine, a word." She pulled me into the study just beside the entrance to the house and closed the door. "Why didn't you ask if it was alright to bring a whole entourage to the house? We have things to do, and the place is filthy."
"It's not filthy, Mom, and besid
es, they came to help us. I know you wanted to make some of those little paper-mache flower things. All of my friends can work on those. Stop being dramatic." I cringed as the words left my lips. Why I couldn't just shake my head and nod was beyond me.
"I'm not being dramatic, but I'll start if you'd like to see me act as such." She moved into my face as her face contorted into the look I was used to seeing – disappointment. "Just do as you’re told today and try to remember that this isn't about you. It's about Allison."
I nodded, biting my tongue so hard it hurt. It was always about Allison. How the hell could I forget that? Neither my mother nor father ever let me.
"Yes, ma'am." I followed her back out into the foyer to find my friends gone.
"Great. Where are they?" She glanced back at me before walking toward the kitchen.
I kept my sarcastic remarks to myself and followed after her quietly.
All of my friends were standing around the kitchen counter, laughing with my older sister as we walked in. I moved up in between Katelyn and Amy and pressed my elbows to the counter as Allison lifted her eyebrow at me.
"The girls tell me that you finally dumped that jerk, Paul. I never did like him. He looked too much like a Ken doll." She winked at me.
"He did, didn't he?" I picked up a chip from the bowl in front of me and nibbled on it. "He cheated on me."
"He did not." My mother stepped up beside Allison. "Your father spoke to him earlier this week. He said that the two of you grew apart. Things happen, dear. Don't spread rumors."
"He was having sex with Carolyn Jacobs, Mom. I walked in on it. I'm not spreading rumors." My temper went from zero to burning hot.
"Okay. So, first thing’s first." My sister reached out and grabbed my hand. "We've got three types of cakes to taste. These are the final ones that I liked. Grab a fork and let’s have some fun."
I picked up a fork and let out a slow breath as Allison moved us into the dinner room and escorted my mother somewhere else.
"God, your mother is a bitch." Amy moved up beside me and pretended to stab the air in front of her with her fork. "I think we should egg Paul's car tonight. He's a lying bastard to tell your family that you guys grew apart."