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always be this poor pathetic waste of life. I won’t be her. I can’t. I grab on to an overturned chair and force myself to my feet. Trent tackles Ryan and they both go crashing to the floor.

“Leave him alone!”

Trent rises to his knees, punches Ryan in the face and Ryan falls once more. Panic tears at me. He’s going to kill Ryan in front of me. The fucking bastard is going to take away

everything I love.

I launch myself at him and smack and hit

and claw. He bends my wrist and arm in a way not physically possible. Bones in my arm snap and pop. A scream tears through my body as pain blinds me.

He lets go and I fall to my knees in agony.

My scream becomes silent as Trent squeezes his fingers around my neck. I gag and try to suck in air. Nothing happens. Thoughts flash through my head at a frenzied pace. I need air.

He’s going to kill me. My hands go to the fingers crushing my throat, but I can’t pry them off.

He’s stronger than me and powerful and he’s going to win.

Trent jerks and his fingers loosen. Ryan

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holds Trent in a headlock as I collapse to the ground and draw air into my burning lungs.

My hands flutter near my neck and cover

where his fingers marked my skin.

“Baby!” Mom’s hand joins mine on my

throat. “Are you okay?”

Dazed, I nod.

Mom snatches my biceps and yanks in an

effort to get me off the floor. “Let’s go.”

Ryan curses and I unsuccessfully struggle to stand. “Help him, Mom.”

Ryan locks his other arm around Trent’s

neck and yells, “Go, Beth!” Trent battles against Ryan’s hold and Ryan’s face strains as he fights to keep his grip.

Mom shakes her head. “Let’s go. Now. He’ll hurt me.”

Trent elbows Ryan in the gut, swings around and lands a blow to Ryan’s face. Ryan falls.

“No!” Screams and pleas fly from my

mouth. Blood covers Ryan’s face. Trent stands and kicks Ryan in the stomach. I scream out in pain when I place weight on my left arm.

“Help him, Mom!”

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with you now.”

I turn my head and stare at the eerie image of my mother. Her tired eyes with their

constricted pupils look at me as if I’m a shadow instead of her daughter. Mom squeezes my hand again. For the first time, she’s not rubbing her arm.

Cradling my left arm close to my body, I

grip the table and pull myself to my feet. “You shot up?”

As I stand, Mom drops to the ground. In

shame? In exhaustion? Too high? I don’t know.

Refusing to watch Ryan die, refusing to

make eye contact with me, Mom covers her

head with her arms and rocks over and over again.

Blood pours over my eye and my sight

wavers as my body sways to the side. My

fingers accidently hit Mom’s cordless phone near the edge of the table.

Heroin.

It destroyed me nine years ago and one

phone call cost me my father.

Heroin.

If I call, my mother will go to jail.

Heroin.

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My finger slides against the numbers and

like nine years ago I listen to the phone ring once, twice, a third time. The world turns black, then reappears in a fuzzy tunnel. My knees buckle and I force consciousness for a few more seconds.

“Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”

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Ryan

I SET MY CELL to the loudest ringtone and place it on my chest before I rest my head on my pillow. Beth’s supposed to come home from the hospital today and because of that I’ve refused pain medication. I want to hear her voice on the other end of the line and know that she’s only a mile down the road instead of thirty minutes away in Louisville.

Then, for the first time in more than a week, I can sleep deeply.

My body is one slow, throbbing ache. Every pressure point pounds in time with my pulse.

Broken ribs, bruised everything, and cuts. Each and every injury worth the cost of saving Beth.

“Can you tell me why?” My dad’s voice

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gaze pinned to the floor. It’s the first words he’s said to me since I hit him. He’s been around. Present, but not speaking. I don’t feel bad about it, because I haven’t talked to him either…until now. “Why what?”

“Why you risked it all for that girl?”

“Because I love her. And her name’s Beth.”

No response. Sometimes I wonder if Dad

knows what love is.

“Scott called,” he says stiffly. “He wanted to remind you that there are rules now. He’s angry with both of you and he won’t be letting her out of the house anytime soon.”

I return my focus to the ceiling. I can deal with rules as long as I’ve got Beth. Scott’s been a mixture of grateful and pissed. In hindsight, maybe I should have called him when I found Beth’s note, but I don’t think Beth would have listened to him. She needed me.

“I don’t think you should continue to see her,” Dad says.

“Don’t remember asking.”

There’s silence and when I glance out of the corner of my eye, Dad’s gone. Who knows if the two of us can fix what’s been broken.

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My cell buzzes and my stomach

plummets when I notice Beth’s name above the text. She promised she’d call. Friends, right?

I half chuckle. It’s the first text she ever sent me. Always.

The doorbell rings and I rub my eyes. I’m too exhausted for guests, but they keep

coming: my friends, the baseball team, my coaches, teachers, my parents’ friends.

Mom and Dad’s slightly raised tones

indicate that they’re disagreeing over

something, and I don’t care enough to figure out the issue. I expect them to continue the argument, but what I don’t expect is Mom’s voice at the door of my room. “Because I said so.”

She throws a glare down the hallway before addressing me. “Ryan, you have a guest.”

Before I can ask who, Beth walks into my

room with her left arm in a sling. The breath slams out of my body. She’s here. Forgetting about my injuries, I rush to sit up—and wince.

The smell of roses overwhelms me and I

glance up to see Beth by my side.

“You look like hell. Have you been resting at all?”

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The right side of my mouth quirks up.

“It’s nice to see you, too.”

“I’m serious.” Beth doesn’t wear worry well and the ache on her face bothers me.

I capture the hand she uses to try to push me back down, bring it to my lips, and kiss her palm. God, I’ve missed her.

A clearing of a throat and I notice Scott standing beside my mother at the door. “A few minutes, Beth, then we’re heading home.”

Beth nods and I watch my mother’s reaction to a girl in my room. She studies us, almost like someone seeing a painting they don’t quite get. There’s no malice in her expression, just curiosity. “I’m leaving the door open.”

“Thanks,” I say and I mean it. Mom’s trying now—not only with me, but with Mark, and I have Chris to thank for it. He called Mark when EMS brought me into the emergency

room. Mark and Mom talked for the first time while I was in X-ray. Both are silent about the conversation they had, but they’re speaking again. It’s a start.

Scott leans his head in when Mom leaves

and stares straight at Beth. “Behave.”

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you leave we’re going to go at it like wild animals. Please.” She motions to her arm.

“Broken bones and bruises are so attractive.”

Scott shakes his head as he follows Mom to the living room and Beth mirrors his