Her lips curl into a malicious grin as her hand darts forward. She snags hold of my arm, and her fingers dig into my flesh. “You ungrateful little brat. If you only knew what your mother did… how much she really ruined this family, how sick and twisted she really is… I could tell you, too. Watch you break. But I’m not going to just yet. It’s so much more fun watching you suffer, watching your own father destroy your life. And he does it so easily because he secretly despises you and everything you represent.”
My lungs tighten, sucking the oxygen out of my lungs. I can barely breathe. I see spots. If I don’t get air into my lungs, I’ll pass out.
Don’t pass out. Don’t pass out. If you pass out, God knows where you’ll wake up. Just get out of here. Now.
Sucking in a deep breath, I wrench my arm away from her. Then I grip the banister and hoist myself over it like a freaking badass mofo hurdler. I’m on the bottom step, so it’s not a far fall or anything, but my ninja move throws her off. She gapes at me in shock as I run toward the front door. It takes a second or two before I hear the sound of her footsteps chasing after me. I don’t slow down, bursting out the front door. Then I sprint down the sidewalk straight for the Meyers house, crossing my fingers that Kai will be there to give me a ride to my grandma Stephy’s house where I know I’ll be safe for now.
Dropping my bags on the back deck of the Meyers’, I knock on the door while throwing a quick glance back at my house. Thank my lucky charms, Lynn hasn’t come out yet. Hopefully, she’ll give up and just let me leave. Although, I highly doubt it. Whatever happened between my real mom, my dad, and her has caused her to set out on a mission to destroy me. I just wish I knew if Lynn’s hatred stems solely from the affair of if there’s more to it than that.
Every bone in my body excruciatingly aches as I replay her words over and over again. I’ve always known I wasn’t my dad’s favorite, but to hear her say it aloud… so venomously… It stings like poison in my veins.
I look down at my wrist where she grabbed me. Red marks dot my skin. How can she say that my violence is a problem after she did this? Knowing Lynn, though, she’ll probably lie and tell my dad it was self-defense. When I really think about it, over the course of my life, she’s done that a lot—twisted stories to make me look like the bad one. And my dad believes them so easily.
By the time the Meyers’ door opens, I’m tumbling into a hole of self-pity and loathing. But I claw my way out of it when I see Kyler in the doorway, taking in the sight of me out of breath, my eyes wild, and worry creases his forehead.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I fight back my tears. “Um… Is Kai here?” I feel bad when he looks hurt, but I’d rather talk to Kai right now since he knows what’s going on.
“He left just.” He assesses me with concern. “What did you need him to do? Whatever it is, I can help you. Just trust me, okay?”
I stuff my hands into the pockets of my jacket. “Um, can you drive me to my grandma’s? I really need to talk to her.” It’s the best I can give him for now.
He doesn’t miss a beat. “Sure. Give me two seconds.”
He rushes back into the house, leaving the door open. He returns two seconds later, wearing a blue hoodie and carrying a set of keys. Without saying anything, he picks up my bags and jogs down the back steps toward the garage. I follow him, repeatedly glancing over at my house. It’s quiet. Too quiet. I worry Lynn might be up to something, like calling me in as a runaway. I consider going home, but just the thought of doing so makes my stomach churn.
After Kyler and I get into his car, he backs onto the road and pulls out onto the main road.
“Do you remember where she lives?” I ask, clipping in my seatbelt.
He nods, cranking up the heat. “At Sunnyvale Bay Community, right?”
Nodding, I recline back in the seat. “Yeah. And thanks for doing this.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but my phone rings, cutting him off. I fumble to get it out my pocket. Please let it be Grandma Stephy. Please. Please. Please.
“Thank God,” I say aloud when I see her name flash across the screen. I press talk and put the phone to my ear.
“What the hell did they do to you?” she asks before I can even say hello.
I briefly contemplate telling her I’ll talk to her when I get to her house, when I’m not around Kyler, but then she announces she’s out of town on a trip with Harry.
“Don’t worry, though, hon. After I got your message, I hopped in the car, and I’m headed straight to the airport. Harry’s on his phone right now, looking for a flight home.” Anger fills her tone. “Goddamn those two. I can’t believe they’re doing this to you.”
“Me, either.” But as soon as I say it, I know it’s a lie. I’m not surprised this is happening. In fact, when I look back at my relationship with my dad and Lynn, I’m surprised they didn’t try to send me away sooner.
Tears well in my eyes as every painful memory and hurtful word comes rushing back to me. Suddenly, everything pours out of me in a jumble. I tell Grandma Stephy about how Lynn said my mom was dead and that she was a bad person, how I pushed Lynn and ran out of the house, how they’ll call the cops on me if I don’t go to Montana. By the time I’m finished babbling, I’m out of breath and highly aware that Kyler is watching me out of the corner of his eye.
“Damn my son and that stupid bitch he calls his wife,” she says when I’m finished. “I’m not going to let them do this to you. They’re not sending you anywhere. You’re going to stay with me.”
“But what if they call the cops?” I turn toward the window, not wanting to see the look on Kyler’s face right now. If he didn’t think I was a freak before, he probably does now. “What if they call me in as a runaway?”
“I highly doubt it.” She seems pretty confident. “Lynn is all about appearances. That’s probably part of the reason she took you in as her own daughter—to cover up your father’s affair. I’m going to call your father and make sure his stupid ass doesn’t let her.”
“What should I do until then?” I ask, dabbing my eyes with the sleeve of my jacket.
“Where are you right now?”
“Um…” I sneak a peek in Kyler’s direction. He’s fiddling with the stereo, pretending to be oblivious to this crazy conversation going on right beside him. “Um, I’m actually with Kyler right now. Kyler Meyers. You baked cookies for him that one time.”
“Oh, that boy you’ve been in love with forever,” she says way too loudly.
My gaze flits to Kyler again, wondering if he heard what she just said. His hands are on the wheel, his focus straight ahead on the road, but I swear the corners of his lips twitch.
“No… I mean, yeah, that’s him. But I’m not…” I bite down on my tongue to stop myself from saying anything embarrassing. Anything else, anyway.
“All right, I’ll let you off the hook. But when I get home, I want the details,” she teases me. “Can he take you to my house?”
“We’re already heading there,” I say, resting my head against the window.
“Good. There’s a spare key under the welcome mat. Indigo will be there around ten, but send her a text to let her know you’re there so she’ll come straight home.”
“What about Lynn and my dad?” I ask. “What if they show up there?”
“You let me handle them.” The way she says it causes me to shudder. I love my Grandma Stephy to death, but I pity the person who makes an enemy of her.
There was this one time she kept getting into an argument with one of her neighbors about the height of the shrubs in her yard. He kept threatening to call the police, saying they were hideous to look at and needed to be short enough that they were out of sight.
When he finally made an official complaint, she cut down her shrubs and then, in the middle of the night, snuck into his yard and whacked down all of the guy’s prize roses. The dude was obsessed with his roses to the point where he would spend all weekend attending to them.
The man went livid and called the cops on her. The police wrote her up, but I think they thought it was funny, because they kept cracking jokes about rose bush fetishes as they took down notes.
“You’ll call me after you talk to them, though, right?” I ask her.
“Of course,” she promises. “Give me a few and I’ll call you right back.”
After we say goodbye, I hang up and put my phone away. Then I remain quiet, unsure of what to say to Kyler. I kind of just want to remain that way for the rest of the drive to avoid telling him anything, but Kyler decides to break the silence.
“I’ve always known Lynn was a bitch to you, but I didn’t know she was that bad.” His grip tightens on the steering wheel as he casts a glance at me. “Isa, I’m so sorry you had to go through all that.”
I shrug, acting all blasé, even though on the inside, I’m a bundle of bouncy, hyped-up-on-sugar monkeys. “It’s not your fault.”
“I know, but…” A deafening breath puffs from his lips. “About what Hannah said earlier, I want to be truthful with you, okay?”
Whoa. So, we’re going there. Now of all times.
“I just want you to know I’ve never called you a loser.” He pauses and I start to thank him, but then he adds, “But.”
The cringe-worthy but, the word people use before they say something you might not want to hear.
“I never really tried to stop people when they said stuff about you.” His voice is soft, conveying shame.
I’m not sure what to say. Part of my infatuation with Kyler came from the fact that I thought he stuck up for me, like when Hannah was teasing me and he stepped in. Or when his friends cornered me in the school, and he got them to leave me alone by telling them they were late for practice. Secretly, I always pictured him as this knight in shining armor who forced everyone to stop making fun of me even when I wasn’t around to hear it.
“Isa.” His cautious tone makes me apprehensive. “I’ve done some things in my past I’m not proud of, but I want you to know I’m not like that anymore.”
Since when? Since I came back from Europe with my makeover? Since I became, as Indigo put it, “smokin’ hot”? I want to ask him, but I’m afraid I’ll have to watch him squirm in the seat and struggle for an answer, that his reaction will crush the last five years I spent dreaming of being with him one day. It was those dreams—fantasizing about another life—that got me through some of my roughest days of high school. I always convinced myself that I’d one day change. Everyone would see it—Kyler would see it—and my life would get better.
But now I’m sitting here with him, completely changed, yet my life is falling apart.
“I sometimes used to watch you when you were out on your balcony, drawing,” he confesses. “You always looked so into it. I envied the way you could tune everything out like that. I’ve always had a really hard time not giving a shit about what people were doing, thinking, saying.”
“I wasn’t always focused on my drawing,” I admit. On the inside, though, I’m like holy cupids and chocolate hearts, Kyler used to watch me like I did him? “Sometimes, I just pretended I was when… when I was worried you might see me.”
A smile breaks out across his face. “So, you watched me too?”
I roll my eyes. “You know I did.”
“No, I didn’t,” he tries to lie, but when I blast him with a skeptical look, he caves. “Okay. Okay. I did know, but I liked knowing you did. It made me feel…” He wavers. “Special, I guess.”
A laugh bursts from my lips, and I slap my hand across my mouth. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. You just said special, and it sounded so...”
“So what?” he presses. When I shake my head, he reaches over and tickles my leg. “Come on. You can’t laugh at a guy like that and not explain why.”
I do one of my infamous pig snorts. “Kyler, stop!” I cry through my laughter.
“Not until you tell me why you laughed.” His fingers lightly trace over my leg until I finally throw my hands in the air, surrendering.
“Fine. I laughed because it sounded like a line from a cheesy romantic movie.” I wipe the tears of laughter from my eyes.
“It kind of did, didn’t it?” His lips pull into a grin. “You’re really cute when you laugh that hard, especially with the whole pig snort thing. That was super attractive.”
I playfully swat his arm. “Whatever. I love my pig snort.”
“So do I,” he says, sounding genuine. “It’s so real. A lot of girls do that whole high-pitched fake laugh.”
I know what kind of laugh he’s talking about because Hannah does it all the time.
An extremely intense look crosses his face. I have no clue what he’s about to say, but I hold my breath in anticipation. Before he gets a chance to say anything, though, my phone chirps and ruins the moment.
“It’s my grandma,” I say then answer it.
“Okay, I’ve got everything taken care of,” she says in a rush. “For now, you’ll be staying with me.”
“For now?” I ask, panicking. “Does that mean I’ll eventually have to go back?”
“No, that means that, for now, your dad’s agreed to let you stay with me until things have cooled off,” she explains. “I’m going to have to fight him, though, once Lynn gets involved. I can already tell that. But I will fight it. I’m not letting you go back to that house. I need you to do something for me, though. I need you to be on your best behavior. The last thing we need right now is to give them anything that they can use against us.”
I’m worried about what this will do to her health. “Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to stress you out or anything.”
“Stressed out? It’ll be a relief to know you’re away from all that shit,” she replies matter-of-factly. “I’ve spent so many nights worrying if you’re okay.”
“What if they call the cops and report me as a runaway or something?” I ask. “I don’t want to get you into trouble.”
“They’re not going to call the cops,” she insists. “They may have threatened you with that, but I have a feeling, if they did, they’d end up in more trouble than you would.”
A weight falls off my shoulders, but I have to wonder... “Why would they get into trouble?”
“Lots of reasons, hon’, like if I reported them as neglectful, abusive parents. And you told me she grabbed you, right?”
“It’s not that bad,” I say quietly, wrapping my fingers around my wrist.
“I don’t care if it’s bad. She has no right to grab you like that,” she says. “Plus, there’s that whole thing with your dad’s company.”
Huh? “What’re you talking about? What’s going on with my dad’s company?”
“Nothing that you should worry about,” she replies hastily. “Look, I have to go. I’m getting ready to go through security. I should be home around eleven or so, and then we’ll talk more. And I don’t want you sitting around and stressing out about stuff. Go out and do something. Maybe you could ask that Kyler boy to take you to a movie or something. I bet that’d be a great distraction.”
I resist the urge to cover the phone. Kyler’s probably already heard everything she’s said, anyway.
After I hang up, Kyler confirms my suspicions when he turns to me and says, “She wants me to take you to a movie, huh?”
I feel my cheeks warm. “You don’t have to. She just doesn’t want me sitting around at the house by myself. I’ll be fine, though. Sometimes, I think she still thinks of me as a little kid who needs to be watched 24/7.”
“I’m sure she’s just worried about you.” He presses on the brakes,
stopping at a red light. “I don’t blame her. It has to be hard, dealing with parents like that.”
“It is, but I’m used to it.” I shrug, like “What’re you going to do? Life’s life, man.”
He considers something while studying me. He keeps his eyes on me until the light turns green, and then he flips on his blinker and veers left, breaking about five traffic laws.
“I’m not going to let you sit around by yourself all day.” He steers the car down a road that leads toward the center of Sunnyvale. “I’ll keep you distracted until your grandma comes home.”
I glance at the clock on the dash. “But that’s not for, like, eight hours.”
He arches a brow. “You don’t think I can distract you for eight hours?”
I keep my mouth shut, refusing to say what runs through my head: Maybe if you took your shirt off. Instead, I say, and might I add, awesomely calmly, “What’re we going to do?”
His eyes sparkle mischievously. “I have an idea.”
“Okay.” I’m a little nervous, but curiosity gets the better of me. “What’s your idea?”
He stops the car in front of the park right by the court then silences the engine. “A game of horse.”
“That sounds fun.” I unbuckle my seatbelt. “But I’m not sure even you can make a game of horse last eight hours.”
“Oh, that’s just the start of the distraction.” He grins wickedly. “I’m going to make a little game out of it.”
I smirk at him. “Um, you do realize horse is a game, right?”
He counters with a dirty look. “That’s not what I meant.”
I can’t help giggling. “Then what did you mean?”
He slides the keys out of the ignition. “For every game I win, I get to pick something crazy we both have to do. And for every game you win, you get to pick something.”
“You do realize I rock at horse, right? And I’ve kicked your ass at it before.”
“I’ve gotten a little bit better since I was twelve.” He reaches for the door handle, flashing me a cocky smile. “But if you’re too afraid of getting your butt kicked, we can do something else.”
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