Luke nodded.
“Name it,” he said. “I’ll do whatever I can.”
“I need a place to stay.”
“
Yes!
” Bruno hissed, seeming as though he’d finally heard something he could get interested in. He dropped his sandwich with a thud and turned his seat around. He threw his hands back behind his head, kicked his feet up on the waste basket, and glued his eyes in our direction. “Don’t stop on my account,” he said, watching as we both turned to look at him. “Carry on.”
I tried to ignore Bruno’s sudden interest in our conversation and focus on Luke, but I still felt an amused set of eyes glaring in our direction as I turned back to the man in front of me.
Luke’s jaw tightened, and I could see that he was surprised by my request. He wore the same stunned expression he’d worn earlier that day when I’d answered his question with ‘
I love you, Luke. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend
.’
“Luke?”
“What do you mean you need a place to stay?” he asked quickly, and he shook his head as if he hadn’t heard me correctly the first time.
“I know it’s last minute, and I don’t want to impose. But Charlie wants me to go to Kara’s, and that’s not really an option right now.”
“Is there that much damage?” he asked. “You guys can’t stay at the house?”
“No. We have bugs.”
“Bugs?”
“Termites.”
“
Termites?
”
“Yes,” I said. “And I need a place to stay.”
“You have termites?”
I arched my brow and stared at him with the least enthused expression I could manage. Judging by the fact that his jaw had practically hit the floor, it appeared that Luke still struggled to understand.
“Charlie’s having the house tented in the morning,” I said. “But he doesn’t want us staying there again until the place is clear. And after the tent goes up, we have to stay out for 48 hours for the fumigation. Obviously I can’t stay there—”
“
Obviously
,” he said, drawing his mouth shut.
“I dropped Elvis at the kennel,” I said, taking a deep breath. I was honestly quite peeved that I had to leave him in a housing shelter, but I didn’t have any other option. In a situation like this, Derek would’ve been the first person I’d turn to for pet-sitting. But he’d fled town last month to celebrate his new and improved vision on life, and no one had heard from him since. “I got Elvis situated, and then
I
was supposed to head straight to Kara’s.”
“And why didn’t you do that?”
“Oh, well,” I said, rolling my eyes. “She’s gone from not talking to me to completely hating my guts.”
“And Bruno?” Luke asked.
“What about him?”
“Yeah,” Bruno said, dropping his hands in his lap. “
What about me?
”
“You can stay with him,” Luke said, offering an invite he had no right to offer. “He has a spare room.”
“Charlie and Matt are staying with him.”
“
They are?
” Luke and Bruno asked at the same time.
Luke looked over his shoulder, and Bruno shrugged. “That’s news to me.”
“He’s going to call you,” I said to Bruno before turning back to Luke. “Listen. I don’t care where I go; I just need a place to stay. It’s late, and I’m tired,” I said. “And… I’m kinda out of options right now. If I could just stay one night… please? I’ll leave first thing tomorrow and make other plans.
I just need one night
.”
Luke’s lips thinned in a sympathetic smile.
“I’m sorry, kid; I can’t help you. I wish I could, really. But… no. Charlie would have my head—”
“Okay,” I said, dropping my shoulders. “I knew it was a long shot.”
I turned for the door with no idea where I’d go or what I’d do. I really didn’t have any other option. I could try to go to Kara’s and beg for her forgiveness, but I didn’t really
want
her forgiveness. I wasn’t entirely convinced I’d done anything wrong.
Hoping I could try one last angle, I turned back just as I reached the station door.
“Luke?” I asked, giving him a mischievous smile. “What if you let me stay and we don’t tell Charlie?”
Even from the corner of my eye I saw Bruno’s mouth fall open.
“Oh God,” Bruno said, turning his chair back around. “
Now
I’ve heard too much.” He stood up, took his sandwich, and scurried from the room.
“Jules—”
“No, seriously,” I said, taking a few steps closer again. “I’m staying with Kara—as far as he knows—just as I was ordered to. And she’s not talking to Matt, so there’s no risk that Charlie’ll find out that I’m not there. He can’t be mad about something he knows nothing about. Right?”
“Oh, Julie,” he said, massaging the back of his neck. “I don’t like that.”
“It’s a risk—”
“A
big
risk.”
“But we wouldn’t be
us
if we weren’t taking risks,” I half-heartedly teased. “What do you say? One night?”
A crease formed in his forehead as he rubbed his temples. His lips thinned, and they eventually disappeared inside his mouth altogether.
It took a moment to realize that he was holding his breath, and just as I was about to turn and walk away again, he let go of the breath and dropped his hands.
“Fine,” he said, shaking his head. “Fine. We’ll work something out.”
I shrugged a shoulder and blinked innocently, but the sore batting of my lashes reminded me that I didn’t look nearly as cute as I felt.
Stupid black eye
.
“I’m guessing you brought bags?”
“They’re outside.”
“And you need a ride?” he asked, fighting a smile.
“You know,” I said, shrugging. “If you’re giving ‘em out.”
“I was just about to leave, anyway,” he said, pushing his fingers back through his hair. His fingers pulled at the roots, and I could see him cooking up some kind of plan. He finally dropped his hand, shook his head, and followed me toward the door, but not before turning back. “’ey Bruno! I’m taking Julie—”
“
No, no, no, no, no
. Leave me out of this,” Bruno said, poking his head around the corner. “I saw nothing, and I heard nothing. I—do—not—want—to—know.”
Chapter Five
Wednesday, June 05
I should’ve known Luke wouldn’t turn off toward the center of town.
He hadn’t necessarily agreed to let me stay with him, and I assumed the moment he passed by the historic district that he wasn’t taking me anywhere near his apartment.
We’ll work something out
, he’d said. And I had every reason to believe that’s exactly what he’d meant. So I wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when he pulled off into Lonnie and Grace’s driveway a few minutes later.
We got out of the car and unloaded my bags in silence. I followed him up the sidewalk and to the door, and he adjusted my belongings on his shoulder just after ringing the bell.
“Lucas,” Grace whispered, peeking outside. It was only when she cracked the door wider that she noticed me standing at his side. “
Julie
. What a pleasant surprise.”
“Sorry to just barge in,” I said, following Luke over the threshold as Grace invited us in.
She closed the door behind us. Her long, floral nightgown swept the floor as she reached forward and smothered us in a joint hug.
“What brings you two here so late?” she asked, taking a step back. Her eye caught the bags on Luke’s shoulder and her brow creased. “Is everything okay?”
“Julie needs a place to stay for a few nights,” Luke said, twisting his lips sympathetically. “I thought she could use the spare room—”
“Absolutely. Yes, of course!” Grace said, no questions asked. She reached forward to take the bags, but Luke shook his head.
“I’ll get her settled in,” he said, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to her cheek.
Grace nodded and headed for the kitchen, and I followed behind Luke as he made his way up the staircase. His foot hit a loose floorboard at the second-floor landing, and I smiled as I remembered the first time I’d climbed those very steps.
It was months ago—the night just before the big Fall Ball at school—and Lonnie and Bruno had whisked me off the street after a terrible thunderstorm had ripped through Oakland. Grace had led me up those very steps by candlelight, and she left me to spend the night in the first bedroom just off the staircase. Luke’s bedroom.
“There you go,” he said, placing my bags near the bed. He turned down the sheets before looking back over his shoulder. “You think you’ll be okay here?”
I nodded once and felt my eyes growing heavier.
“Okay. I’ll head out,” he said, standing straighter. He took a few quiet steps in my direction and opened his arms for a hug. I eased slowly into his embrace and rested my ear against his chest. “Sleep tight.”
“Thanks,” I said, pulling back. “See you tomorrow?”
“You bet,” he said with one swift nod. “I’m just a phone call away.”
“I know.”
“Good night, Jules.”
“Night.”
Without another hug, simple peck, or even look in my direction, Luke ducked out of the room and disappeared down the steps.
I closed the door and changed into my pajamas as quickly as possible.
It’d been an unbelievably long day. I’d started off thinking things were going to go a little smoother than ‘normal’—again, not really sure what that meant, but still—and somehow everything just blew up.
Two light taps came from the door before Grace stuck her head in.
“Everything okay in here?”
I conjured a simple smile as she let herself in the room.
“I brought some ice for your eye,” she said, tip-toeing in my direction. She kept her voice soft and low, and her gentle steps across the room were a great indication that she’d tried approaching me as cautiously as possible. She must’ve known something was wrong; she stared at me as though I had the word FRAGILE stamped across my head in bold, red print.
She handed me an ice pack and sat on the corner of the bed next to me.
“Anything you wanna talk about?”
I half-smirked and dropped my head.
Grace was a natural worrier. She’d always worried about Lonnie and Luke, and the crease in her brow and the frown on her lip was all the indication that I needed to know that she’d already begun worrying about me.
“Lucas told me what’s going on,” she said, taking my hand.
I perked up and raised my brow.
I’d figured he’d said something… but what? What exactly had he told her? Had he mentioned
some
things—the attic floor, the termites, and the fact that I needed a place to stay? Or maybe he’d told her about the nightmares too?
“He told you?”
“About the bugs,” she said, looking at my eye. “You had a nasty fall, poor thing.”
“Oh, right,” I said, nodding a couple of times. “Yeah.” I lifted the ice pack to my eye and let the cold burn against my skin. “Thanks for letting me stay.”
“Nonsense,” she said, waving a hand. “You’re family; family sticks together.”
I half-smirked. “Right.”
Grace dropped her head and looked at me, and the worry in her stare only deepened.
I didn’t know what it was, but there was something about the way that Grace looked at a person that made it impossible to hide anything. She had this incredible ability to look right through to the soul. And in that moment, I knew she’d read me…. She’d read me like a book.
And the scariest thing of all was that I knew exactly what she’d seen….
It wasn’t the fear of closing my eyes and facing another nightmare.
It wasn’t the blackness circling my swollen eye.
It wasn’t a scar left behind by Kara’s sharp tongue or Matt’s nasty attitude.
And—for the first time in months—it wasn’t residual heartache with the name
Luke
written all over it.
“Do you want to talk about it, sweetheart?” she asked, squeezing my hand tighter. “No one’s judging you here.”
I looked down at my lap and shook my head.
No. I didn’t want to talk about it—not with Grace, not with Luke, and most definitely not with Dr. Norwood. There was a reason I hadn’t talked about it.
I didn’t understand it.
He’d just… left.
Again
. After he promised he wouldn’t.
He swore he’d never leave again….
“Sometimes we have demons, Julie,” she said, not giving me the time to respond. “Some of us spend our entire lives running from the things that scare us the most. We’re more content living in fear than facing the unknown. And many people find happiness in ignorance; we make it through life just fine without facing the things that scare us the most. But there are a few who never get so lucky, Julie. And when it comes time for those few to confront the demons they’ve been hiding from, it’s the most terrifying thing they’ll ever face.”
She let go of her grasp and placed both of her hands in her lap.
“Julie,” she said in the most motherly tone. “Something happens when a person gets the courage to stand up and say
enough
,” she said, clapping her hands together once. The echo of her clap made me jump, and I swallowed hard as she turned back to me with a seriousness lingering in her stare. “But it takes time to find that courage. And sometimes… something inside the body just clicks, it snaps. And that fear that’s been boiling for years, the anger that has festered because of it… it starts to control a person.”
I turned my head so she wouldn’t see the tears welling in my eyes.
“
Derek is a product of his raising
,” she said. “His life—both his and Hannah’s—is one you can never imagine having lived. You had everything, sweetheart. You never had to live with fear, doubt, or worry. But those feelings are all he’s ever known, and they’ve consumed him for a lifetime. But he finally snapped; he finally stood up for himself, and he ended it once and for all. Can you really blame him for how he’s acting now? Can you honestly look at him and judge him for the decisions he’s made?”
My stomach felt emptier as I looked to the floor.
Honestly,
no
. I couldn’t judge him, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t worry about him. He was one of the best friends I’d ever had….