And he had no idea that I wasn’t afraid to die.
“Still you,” I said. “Because you’re an asshole. An asshole who beats up women. Your buddy, too.”
“Pretty ballsy calling me an asshole,” David said, raising an eyebrow. “Me holding a gun to your skull and all.”
“Pull it,” I said.
“Excuse me?”
“Pull the trigger,” I repeated.
“Do it,” Colin urged from behind him.
But he wasn’t going to. I could already see it in David’s eyes. I felt sure he was capable of pulling the trigger, but he was too smart to do it in such a public place.
Which made him even more dangerous.
“You are going to wish you never met me,” he whispered.
“Already do,” I said.
I heard the window slide down behind me.
“David, don’t,” Bella said. “Just don’t. Please.”
His eyes never left me. “You’ll call me later, baby? Finish the discussion?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Noah, get in the car.”
I stood still, leaning into the gun, letting the steel bite into the skin on my forehead.
David slid the gun to the side, then jerked his arm and slammed the weapon into the side of my face.
Colors exploded in my eyes and pain seared through my skull as I dropped to a knee. I heard both Bella and Jackson scream.
The steel crashed into me again and I went down on both knees, the colors brighter, the pain hotter as it spread through my forehead and cheeks. I leaned forward and rested on my hands. Drops of blood fell to the asphalt next to them.
I felt David’s breath on my ear. “Lucky the kid was here. Only reason you’re alive.”
Nausea swept through my stomach and I swallowed hard to keep it at bay, the red droplets near my hand beginning to form a pool.
“See you soon, Noah,” David said, sweeping my arms with his leg.
I hit the ground, my body heavy and I rolled to my side. The black clouds, thick with rain, were the last things I saw before I blacked out.
EIGHTEEN
The side of my face was frozen.
My eyes fluttered in protest as I tried to open them. I lay still for a moment, finally realizing I was on Bella’s couch, staring at her ceiling, with something extremely cold pressed to my face.
I reached up and grabbed a massive freezer bag full of ice. The plastic stuck to my skin and stung when I pulled it free.
“Are you okay?” Jackson asked.
His voice startled me because it was so close. I turned to the side and he was right next to my face, kneeling on the floor. His eyes were wide, rimmed with red.
“I’m okay,” I mumbled.
“You don’t look okay,” he said. “Your face is all messed up.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
“You have?”
I shifted on the couch and pain shot through my jaw and up into my temple. I bit my lip.
“I was kidding, Jax,” I said. “But I’m okay.”
His tiny hands held onto the sleeve of my T-shirt. “They’re always mean to Mommy.”
“Who?”
“The boys who hurt you.”
“She see them a lot?”
He nodded. “They always come here.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. She says I’m not allowed to ask.”
“Are they mean to you?”
He thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Not really. But they never wanna play Legos.”
“Jackson,” Bella said from somewhere I couldn’t see. “You were supposed to come get me when he woke up.”
“He just did.”
“I just did,” I said.
She appeared next to her son, dropping to her knees, too, on the side of the couch. “Okay. How are you?”
“Great.”
“Yeah. You look great.”
“Figured.”
She nudged Jackson. “Hey, buddy. Can you give me a minute with Noah?”
“Why?”
“Because I’d like to talk to him for just a minute.”
“I won’t listen,” Jackson said.
She smiled and ran a hand through his hair. “I know you won’t. But just give me a minute. Maybe go grab a couple of your stuffed animals and bring them out here to keep Noah company?”
His eyes lit up and he jumped to his feet. “Okay! I’ll be back.”
He sprinted out of the room.
Bella took the bag of ice from my hand and pressed it gently against my face. “You need this. Trust me.”
The cold bag stung my face.
“Thank you,” she said.
“For what?”
She put her elbow on the sofa next to me. “For showing up. Even though I was a complete bitch yesterday.”
“I was going to get a sandwich,” I said.
She smiled. “But you stopped. For me. For Jackson.”
My entire head throbbed and my eyes ached. I closed them.
“You should go to the hospital,” she said. “You probably have a concussion.”
I grunted my disapproval. There was nothing they could do for a concussion and going to a hospital would mean showing up in a computer somewhere.
“Sorta thought you’d say that,” she said. “I won’t argue. Right now, anyway. Are you thirsty?”
I managed to move my head enough to indicate that I was not.
“Rest then,” she said. “When you feel better, I’ll tell you. What’s going on. You at least deserve that.”
“Here, here!” Jackson said.
I opened my eyes to half-mast.
He set a small, brown monkey in the crook of my arm and a bright green cat on my stomach.
“Bert and Ernie,” he said.
“Wow,” Bella said, raising her eyes. “Your two favorites. That is big time.”
Jackson nodded enthusiastically.
I reached for the green cat-Ernie, apparently-and tucked him into my other arm. “Thanks, Jax. They help.”
