He gave the “yeah” to come in and I went in to find him standing in his boxers in front of the fan, his crazy hair blowing with a life of its own around his head. “Too hot to fuckin’ sleep,” he smirked. I barely paid attention to his words.
“What did you mean before?”
“What?”
“Sorry for the past the present and the future.”
“Exactly what it sounds like it means.”
“There’s nothing more to it?”
“Like what?” He turned and held his stare at me over his shoulder. He gave me a weird look and then cracked a laugh. “No, little girl. There ain’t. Now you better get out of here so I can air out my big, sweaty balls.”
I rolled my eyes but by the time I reached the door, he came after me and caught me hand.
“You know what, I can explain it, actually.” Hunt pulled me closer. I stiffened when he held my cheek, unfamiliar with that kind of tenderness from him. “I just meant I care for you. And even though I do bad things, I don’t mean them. I wish I never had to make you feel bad. Sometimes I wish I could change the person I was, the decisions I made. You know I like you, Lake,” he said. “A lot.”
And then he jerked my forehead to his lips and pushed me out the door.
* * *
“You got a little crush, don’t you?” Shanna asked me as we sat outside her trailer with the puppies. She laughed at the look I gave her. “What? It’s okay. He ain’t blood. And he’s skinny but every girl here’s crushed on Hunt at some point. He’s a man’s man. I liked the way he got in Ricky’s face for you yesterday.”
He had finally defended me in front of one of his friends. Ricky, after drinking all day with Hunt in his room, came out of the trailer and a yard from where I was standing, started swaying as he took a piss. I reacted accordingly and he looked at me with glassy eyes, said, “You don’t like it?” and then turned enough to pee on my feet. Hunt had come out just in time to see it and sock Ricky in the face.
“That was appreciated,” I said.
“Mm-hm. He don’t do that for just any girl. He’s a good man for you. And he’s got those pretty eyes.”
I winced. I found Hunt’s celery green eyes kind of terrifying. They made him look all the more like a zombie when he was high and staggering around the house in slow motion.
“You don’t like his eyes?”
“They’re fine,” I lied. “But I can tell you honestly I don’t have a crush,” I said, wishing I hadn’t gone on and on to Shanna about how much I hated Hunt’s drug use. She rarely heard me talk about one thing for more than a couple minutes and I was running on ten with this subject, which drew her to the conclusion that I even paid attention to Hunt because I had a crush. To my own relief, I could comfortably tell myself that it wasn’t true. I didn’t have a crush on Hunt. There wasn’t a sexual attraction. I just needed his company and his one-liners in ways I wished I didn’t. They convinced me that somewhere in there, he was good. The excuses I constantly gave Hunt for his drug use took energy and I didn’t want to believe it was given in vain. I wanted to believe he was worthy and deserving of a new start. So I adjusted my thoughts and morals and did what I mentally could. “I hope you don’t actually think that, Shanna.”
She paused, stared into space and then suddenly burst out laughing. “Oh, Christ! Jesus Christ, of course you don’t have a crush on him,” she said, waving her hand in the air to shoo away her assumption. “Not with… you know.”
“With what?” I didn’t know what she referred to that had her doing a one-eighty. I knew it wasn’t the fact that Hunt was my stepbrother because she’d already acknowledged that and been unfazed by it.
Shanna shut up, looked in my eyes of pure wonder and backtracked. “What? Oh, nothing.”
“What were you…” My question trailed off because I could see Shanna decidedly moving on, focusing her attention on a bag of dog food. So I shut up. Maybe I didn’t want to know anyway. Glancing at my face, Shanna dropped a puppy into my arms to distract me from whatever thought she could see me having.
“Hey, you wanna make those margaritas?”
“It’s a little early.”
“Really? Feels like I’ve been with you all day.”
I laughed. “You have. But that’s because I’ve been here forever.” I seemed to be the only person in the park who couldn’t sleep through dog barking. I forgave it when it was Shanna’s dogs though. She explained to neighbors that they were simply “chatty” and that made their late-night yapping a little more endearing to me. “Yeah, it’s only,” I glanced at my phone, “noon, actually.”
“Well. It’s five o’clock somewhere.”
“True.”
“I got the booze. You got the fruit.” She laughed as I got right up to go next door for the watermelon I bought that week. It was one of few things I could buy and know would stay uneaten till I needed it because Trish hated watermelon and Hunt actually never touched my things.
I’d just opened the fridge when I heard a crash, a shatter and Trish’s reedy “shiiiit!” though it was her dribbling, “fuck it” kind of laugh that made me realize she’d shot up since I’d gone over to Shanna’s. I paused in front of the fridge, trying to decide if I wanted to go take care of whatever happened or just not deal with it at all. But then I imagined her rolling around in broken glass and being a bigger mess for me to clean up later, so I heaved a sigh, closed the door and went to her room. When I opened the door, I stopped in my tracks. She was in bed with just a sweaty, stained bra on, nothing else. My eyes traveled to the man humming deliriously next to her, completely naked with a condom on his flaccid dick.
It was Hunt.
My stomach reeled as the smell of sex wafted up my nose. There was a broken bong on the floor. No other paraphernalia but I knew they were both in other worlds, sprawled on the sheets, fingers intertwined as they laughed and moaned at the ceiling. I was nauseous, ready to heave bile on the floor. When Trish finally saw me, she lifted her head an inch off the pillow and gave me a big, lazy grin with those little, worn down teeth. “Hi, baby, hi,” she cooed excitedly. She was in another galaxy but still processed the blood-drained look on my face with delight. Her laugh crackled in my ears. “See it? Like mother, like daughter, baby girl. You and me, baby girl. Two peas in a pod.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Callum
It was closing in on 8AM and I was sitting in the lounge that Lake had run from this morning. Yesterday morning, really, but it all felt like the same day because I hadn’t slept yet and neither had Oz, Ana or the crew that sat with me, all of us downing some early morning Scotch. The sun was up but we drank like the night was young. Apparently, there was no such thing as last call. Not here. The bar stayed open till everyone left, and I had no place to go. I had no idea where Lake was. I had no hint, clue or lead. Not a single direction. I rarely felt helpless and I detested the feeling so I drank it away and considered a move to Scotland. Some American bars had the audacity to last call at midnight. That was grounds for abandoning my country. At least it was tonight. Rather, this morning.
“Anything I can do to make you feel better?” I lifted my heavy stare from my drink to Ana. Her hair was everywhere now and there was booze or water or something spilled all over her chest. I didn’t have the capacity to laugh but she read my amusement. “I know I look like a hot mess.”
“Yeah.”
She giggled. “That’s the key. Look it sometimes. Never be it.”
“Cheers to that.”
It was sarcastic but she touched her glass to mine. “So this is finally it, right? You’re calling it? Giving up the futile fight?” she smirked. “Oh, don’t make that face, Callum. You’re insanely fucking sexy when you’re mad but I like it so much better when those pretty lips are smiling.” She pushed my hand off the armrest and sat her ass on it. “Though what I prefer most,” she sipped slowly on her drink, “is when those lips are somewhere on my body. Preferably starting here.” She fingered a line across her tits. “And then moving down to… oh, I think right around here.” Her hand trailed to her stomach and then down to her lap, settling between her thighs.
I said nothing. I’d hoped that drinking this much would erase the furious tornado spinning in my brain. Of course, all it did was give it the energy to bounce off the walls of my head like an inmate in an asylum, raving incoherently in his straitjacket. My mind still spun with activity – it was just completely fucking useless aside from driving me quietly insane.
Ana swung her long legs over and rested them onto my lap. “Someone needs to relax.”
“You’re observant.”
“I am. And I’m actually not sure why I asked if there was anything I could do to make you feel better. I know there are lots of things I could do.” The rest of the guys were too hammered to pay attention to us. Probably a good thing because Ana’s skirt was hiking all the way up as she crossed one leg over the other. The bartender caught my heavy-lidded gaze from across the room. He raised his eyebrows, gave me two thumbs up and then went on with his business.
I was slow to respond to Ana. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” She took my hand and ran it up her naked thigh. She held it there, took my glass and drank from it. “Mm.” She sighed. Half-moaned. “You know, hotel bars are always my favorite.”
“And why’s that.”
Her hand slid mine up her skirt till I was far enough to feel nothing underneath. She whispered in my ear. “Because it’s so easy to get a room the second you need it.”