suffering from severe blood loss, even when he might’ve died.
I say nothing, turning away and finding myself face-to-face with Hael.
He seems to understand that I’m not ready to talk, stepping aside and holding out a hand to usher me past, like a proper gentleman.
I head up the steps, check in on the girls, and then lock myself in Aaron’s room for the rest of the night.
None of the Havoc Boys bother me.
Good for them.
Because I’m not ready to talk, not even fucking close.
Two years earlier …
By the time I get home from school, I’m exhausted, mentally and physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. The Havoc Boys own Prescott High and right now, they own me, too. I can’t take one step, can’t speak one single word, without them breathing down my neck.
Today, they took my lunch away and made me run laps around the track until I collapsed in the hot heat of the afternoon, waking up in the nurse’s office.
“Hello, Bernadette,” Nurse Whitney said, smiling at me like she had a secret she just couldn’t wait to tell. “Are you feeling better?” I sat up, shrugging and then reaching a hand up to press against my throbbing head. “Once you’ve got yourself together, Principal Vaughn wants to speak to you in his office.”
I shudder as I close the front door behind me, closing my eyes against the memory. I’d thought at first that the principal might want to talk to me about Havoc. Oh, how wrong I was about that. Touching my hand to my thigh, I can still feel the slimy trail of Vaughn’s fingers as he caressed my bare leg.
“Fucking pervert,” I murmur, pushing up off the door. “Penelope!” I call out, noticing her backpack on the floor near the front door. I can’t think about Havoc, or creepy Principal Vaughn, not here. Because this place is as much of a battleground as school—if not more so. “Pen!” I call again, popping into the kitchen for a glass of water. I’m starving, but there’s no food here, and I’m not likely to get any tonight.
Sometimes, the Thing will take us all out for a surprise dinner, but it’s rare, and I’ve noticed that Penelope always looks so empty on those nights. Besides, just sitting at a table with that monster is torture. Frankly, I’d rather starve.
When I don’t hear anything from my sister, I head upstairs.
Pen’s door is locked when I try the handle, but I figure she’s just listening to music and head into the room I share with Heather. Sitting down on the edge of my bed, I clutch the glass of water in my hands and play a game I’m well-familiar with, one where I try to see if I can cry without making a sound, and if I can keep my tears from filling the glass.
I’ll always regret that, sitting there and crying while Pen was dying.
The logical part of me knows that she was dead long before that, because she never went to school that day. I was just too busy running from Havoc to notice.
After a while, I set the water glass aside and use one of the bobby pins from my hair to pick Pen’s lock. It shouldn’t be so easy, like it isn’t fair she doesn’t have any privacy. I’ve seen her get in throw down brawls with our mom over having a deadbolt, but poor Pen’s never had her wish granted.
The knob gives a satisfying click, and I push the door in.
Pen is sleeping on the bed, wrapped up in her blankets, like it’s not the middle of the day with bright sunshine streaming in through the window. Her room smells strange, not like it usually does, like bleach and the sweet lilac scent of our laundry detergent. She cleans it constantly, scrubs every surface, washes her sheets three times a week.
I’ve always thought it a strange tic, for someone who keeps such a messy backpack and locker.
I wrinkle my nose, ignoring the sounds of children playing in the backyard of our neighbor’s duplex. Despite the smell, I don’t rush to Penelope’s side. Maybe something in me knew that that day, everything would change for me.
Because I wasn’t born Bernadette the bitch, the badass, the leather-wearing cynic with a fondness for sarcasm and a mean right hook. I used to cry over little things. Big things, too, obviously, but little things constantly. The world held promise before that day, like I could find a future waiting in the stars for me,