Chapter 89Katie’s POVIt’s about one o’clock in the morning when I shake Tina’s tiny shoulder, waking her.She jumps upright––we all do it in this house––and looks at me with saucer eyes.“Shh…” I whisper, pressing my forefinger to her lips before she has the chance to talk.Her eyes widened even more.She swings her legs over the edge of her old twin bed and tears my hand away from her mouth as if knowing.“What’s going on? Is he back? Is he drunk again?”The words shoot like bullets from her lips, her voice still quiet, yet very much drenched in fear.The fear that permeates our brains all the fucking time.I hate it.It’s like a bad rash that never goes away, mold that can’t be removed, or an ugly nightmare you can never wake up from.She can’t stop trembling, her collar bones sticking out through the opening of her raggedy pajamas.At twelve, my younger sister, Valentina, is in a continuous battle with herself, and her life and circumstances, as kids are when they’re too young to
Chapter 90Katie’s POVWitness days and nights like this one when we jump, startled, and frightened every time the doors get slammed in the house, and his voice is loud, his speech slurred, and his short fuse brings upon us dire times.Abandon her here, fearing that I may never see her again.That my father might do something stupid.That he might make a mistake.That someone else might snatch her because he didn’t pay attention to her while living in a daze, imbued with alcohol, or getting high.Whatever heart-rending circumstances he might create would also get her.Dark scenarios swirl in my head as I weigh my decision.The risk is enormous, and this endeavor is fit for a real adult, which I’m not.This is a test of maturity for me, and whether I pass it or not remains to be seen, but my decision has been made.I haven’t discussed it with her, and she is terrified as if she knows what this is all about.My heart bleeds while hers beats with unsuppressed desperation in her wet blue e
Chapter 91Katie’s POVI also needed a place to sleep until I got my first paycheck and rented a room at a motel or something.And hopefully, that first paycheck will come fast, as the money I still have after paying for my car is nowhere close to what I need to survive.“It’s okay,” I say, talking about my car.“What color is it?”“Navy.”We chat about it, mostly to forget that I’m about to leave.This is probably the most important thing that’s happened to us.We’ve never been apart.Since my mother brought her home from the hospital after giving birth, I’ve always been by her side.She was a tiny baby—I was too when I was born, my mother said––and quite happy.Less moody than I was, my mother had also said. But then my mother passed, and I’ve been my little sister’s sole support since she was six.I helped her with her homework and tried to make things better for her.It didn’t always work, but now it will.Things will be different.I will make this work even if it’s the last thing
Chapter 92Katie’s POVLas VegasThe next dayFuck it’s hot.It’s not like I’m not used to the warm weather.I’ve lived in LA my entire life, but this is more than I expected, and trying to look fresh after spending the night in my car at a truck stop––how ironic, I know about this place from my father––doesn’t help me in one bit.I freshened up, showered, washed my hair, put on some makeup––mostly mascara and lip gloss––and did my best to look all right’––clean and rested before squeezing my limber body into a skintight dress and putting on my heels.They’re all Jen’s size and fit me like a glove.Okay.Surprise, surprise.I’m not interviewing for a manager position, and the job I’m looking for needs to start tonight.I could live out of my car for a week, maybe two, but not more than that. The weather is hot in September, and my AC is busted, blowing hot air.But I do my best, walking on my heels, as I look at the piece of paper in my hand with the hotel's address where Jen’s cousin
Chapter 93Katie’s POVThere must be a convention of sorts. Or there's also a convention. Several events must be taking place here.I'd been warned this was a huge hotel, which fueled my optimism that I might find some work.For now, something else bothers me, though.I swing my gaze over the cars and people and even look across the street. The construction workers are gone.So, it can’t be someone from that crew looking at me.I am paranoid, but can you blame me?If I think logically about it… No one knows where I am.There’s no way my father already does.The only person who knows exactly where I am is Jen. And Jen is the kind of woman who doesn't run her mouth and can hold her own. Maybe she’s overdoing it in some instances.But still… I don’t want my father’s wrath on her.Despite all that, she wouldn’t talk.No, for sure, she wouldn’t.With that pacifying thought, I glance around the area one last time before sucking in a long breath and walking inside.* * *KatieThe person I ne
Chapter 94Katie's POVI prop my hand against the wall to steady myself, catch my breath, and put my shoes on.The silence is sobering, making me painfully aware of my clipped breaths.Silently exhaling, I study the area.Polished marble with a medallion design lines the floors while a crystal chandelier dangles from the ceiling.All right.Where is the exit?I start walking, hoping to find the door to the stairwell, since the elevator is no longer an option.Beau must be waiting for me downstairs.Unless he’s making the trip up as well.The thought puts a spring in my step. I need to get out of here as quickly as possible, and then I remember that I have a job interview.Or at least I had one.I’m already late and curse quietly as I can’t believe I blew it. But how will I work here if my ex knows where I am?He couldn’t stand the idea of seeing me with other people, especially men.He won’t be more agreeable to the idea now.No way. He can’t be here. Or I can’t be here.Panic soars th
Chapter 95Katie's POVI lied many times to protect Tina and myself, but other than that, I never lied to other people aside from my father.He has a sly glint in his eye, and something tells me he has followed me.“How did you know I was here?” I ask.He uncrosses his arms and reaches inside his pocket before extracting a small object.“I know the guy who sold you the car. I placed this inside your tire. Easy peasy.”A fucking GPS tracker??I feel like smacking him.“Why would you do that?”Does he know––the fucking dick––that he’s destroyed my younger sister’s chance to a better life?”“Why wouldn’t I?” he says, tucking the small device back into his pocket. “Where did you think you’d go? And does your father know about this trip?”Oh, no. Not my father.Please don’t bring him up in the conversation.I freeze, trying to put two and two together. There is some good news in his stupid remark.My father doesn’t know that I’m gone?I doubt that.But even if he does, Beau is asking me ab
Chapter 96Katie’s POVThey all have swift reactions consisting of smooth, rehearsed moves, and I don’t have time to figure out what they mean when my eyes slide to the stranger’s face.His gaze meets mine with a hint of curiosity and deliberate purpose.His focus is sharp while his eyes glint with questions, and he collects his own answers from how I look and how the man accompanying me behaves.Moving his gaze from Beau Anthony to me with a concerned, steady expression on his face, he probably notices the invisible tendrils of tension flailing around us.I use the brief reprieve to step toward him, and the suits behind him rustle once again with threatening impatience when he repeats his clipped gesture, and they draw still.Their shoulders are broad like his, and their eyes are divorced from any human compassion––not that the man in front of me has any, although he seems more concerned with what is going on while they seem blind at everything except his quick commands.“There you a