Lick (Stage Dive 1)
Page 58“I don’t trust you anymore, David.”
His teasing smile fell. “I know you don’t. And when you’re ready we’re gonna talk about that.”
I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat.
“When you’re ready,” he reiterated. “Come on. Let’s get you home so you can eat this while it’s still hot.”
We walked the rest of the way home in silence. I think it was companionable. David gave me occasional small smiles. They seemed genuine.
He tramped up the stairs behind me, not really bothering to look around. I’d forgotten he’d been here last night when he got my whereabouts from Lauren. I unlocked the door and took a peek inside, still scarred from catching Lauren and my brother on the couch last week. Living with them wasn’t going to work long term. I think everyone was getting to the point of needing their own space.
The last month, though, had been beneficial for Nate and me. It had given us a chance to talk. We were closer than we’d ever been. He loved his job at the mechanic shop. He was happy and settled. Lauren was right, he’d changed. My brother had figured out what he wanted and where he belonged. Now if I could just get my shit together and do the same.
Rock music played softly and Nate and Lauren danced in the middle of the room. An impromptu thing obviously, given my brother’s still-greasy work clothes. Lauren didn’t seem to care, holding onto him tight, staring into his eyes.
I cleared my throat to announce our arrival and stepped into the room.
Nate looked over and gave me a welcoming smile. But then he saw David. Blood suffused his face and his eyes changed. The temperature in the room seemed to rocket.
“Nate,” I said, making a grab for him as he charged David.
“Shit.” Lauren ran after him. “No!”
Nate’s fist connected with David’s face. The pizza went flying. David stumbled back, blood gushing from his nose.
I jumped on Nate’s back, trying to wrestle him back. Lauren grabbed at his arm. David did nothing. He covered his bloody face but made no move to protect himself from further damage.
“I’m going to f**king kill you for hurting her,” Nate roared.
David just looked at him, eyes accepting.
“Stop, Nate!” My feet dragged at the floor, my arms wrapped around my brother’s windpipe.
“You want him here?” Nate asked me, incredulous. “Are you f**king serious?” Then he looked at Lauren tugging at his arm. “What are you doing?”
“This is between them, Nate.”
“What? No! You saw what he did to her. What she’s been like for the last month.”
“You need to calm down. She doesn’t want this.” Lauren hands patted over his face. “Please, babe. This isn’t you.”
Slowly, Nate pulled back. His shoulders dropped back to normal levels, his muscles relaxing. I gave up my choke hold on him, not that it had done much good. My brother did the raging bull thing scarily well. Blood leaked out from between David’s fingers, dripped onto the floor. “Crap. Come on.” I grabbed his arm and led him into our bathroom.
He leaned over the sink, swearing quietly but profusely. I bundled up some toilet paper and handed it to him. He stuffed it beneath his bloody nostrils.
“Is it broken?”
“I dunno,” his voice was muffled, thick.
“’S’okay.” From his back jeans pocket came a ringing noise.
“I’ll get it.” Carefully, I extracted his phone. The name flashing on screen stopped me cold. The universe had to be playing a prank. Surely. Except it wasn’t. It was just the same old heartbreak playing out all over again inside of me. I could already feel the ice-cold numbness spreading through my veins.
“It’s her.” I held the phone out to him.
Above the ball of bloody toilet paper his nose looked wounded, but intact. Violence wasn’t going to help. No matter the anger working through me, winding me up just then.
His gaze jumped from the screen to me. “Ev.”
“You should go. I want you to go.”
“I haven’t talked to Martha since that night. I’ve had nothing to do with her.”
I shook my head, out of words. The phone ringed shrilly, the noise piercing my eardrums. It echoed on and on inside the small bathroom. It vibrated in my hand and my whole body trembled. “Take it before I break it.”
Bloodstained fingers took it from my hand.
“You gotta let me explain,” he said. “I promise, she’s gone.”
“Then why is she calling you?”
“I don’t know and I’m not answering. I haven’t spoken to her once since I fired her. You gotta believe me.”
He blinked pained eyes at me. We just stared at one another as realization dawned. This wasn’t going to work. This had never been going to work. He was always secrets and lies and I was always on the outside looking in. Nothing had changed. My heart was breaking all over again. Surprising, really, that there was enough of it left to worry over.
“Just go,” I said, my stupid eyes welling up.
Without another word he walked out.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
David and I didn’t speak after that. But every afternoon after work he was there, waiting across the street. He’d be watching me from beneath the brim of his baseball cap. All ready to stalk me home safely. It pissed me off, but in no way did I feel threatened. I’d ignored him for three days as he trailed me. Today was day number four. He’d traded his usual black jeans for blue, boots for sneakers. Even from a distance, his upper lip and nose looked bruised. The paparazzi were still missing in action, though today someone had asked me if he was in town. His days of moving around Portland unknown were probably coming to an end. I wondered if he knew.
When I didn’t just ignore him as per my usual modus operandi, he took a step forward. Then stopped. A truck passed between us among a steady stream of city traffic. This was crazy. Why was he still here? Why hadn’t he just gone back to Martha? Moving on was impossible with him here.
Decision half made, I rushed across during the next break in traffic, meeting him on the opposite sidewalk.
“Hi,” I said, not fussing with strap on my bag at all. “What are you doing here, David?”
He stuffed his hands in his pockets, looked around. “I’m walking you home. Same as I do every day.”