Iâd never seen him so worriedâor just one time, if I counted the night heâd found me screaming in the closet. He looked the same now, sad and frustrated. We were in his car. He was driving with his left hand and holding my hand with the right, just over the gear shift. I had no idea his worries could affect me so deeply. I wanted to wipe away that sorrow and make him smile the way I had those past few hours, but I knew it was impossible. Not many people could make Nicholas Leister break down and give everything, but I knew his sister was one of them. What little heâd told me about his mother was enough for me to know that he hated her or at least preferred never to think about her again. Not giving his diabetic sister her insulin was the perfect reason to hate her even more.
We drove in silence. It saddened me that, after being so happy, so together, everything had suddenly crashed and burned, but at least he kept kissing my hand once in a while or stroking my cheek. He was gentle, and each of those caresses stung even as they consoled me. Sleeping with him had meant something, and it was the only thing I could think of when I felt his skin touch mine.
We didnât even stop to eat. When we reached Vegas six hours later, we went directly to the hospital.
Madison Grason was on the fourth floor of the pediatric wing. As soon as we found out, we took off running. In the waiting room, we saw three people: a couple and a portly woman. The latter walked over to the door when she saw Nick looking at the woman behind her.
âNicholas, I donât want you starting a scene,â she said, glancing from him to me and back.
âWhere is she?â he asked. In the meantime, the woman in the back of the room had gotten up and was looking at Nick with preoccupation.
âSheâs asleep. Theyâve administered insulin. Sheâs fine, Nicholas, sheâs going to make a full recovery.â
I squeezed his hand. I wished he would calm down, but he was completely beside himself. He walked past Anne and straight toward the other women. She was blond, and when I saw her up close, there was no doubt in my mind: this was his mother.
âWhere the fuck were you? How could you let this happen?â he shouted. The bald man next to her tried to get between them, but she stopped him.
âNicholas, it was an accident,â she said, calm but with eyes full of grief.
âLeave my wife in peace. We were already sick with worry before you showed upââ
âFuck you!â Nick was squeezing my hand so tightly it hurt, but there was no way I would try to break free just thenâhe needed me. âSheâs got to have her insulin three times a day. It isnât rocket science, but what do you expect when you donât think twice about leaving her in the hands of a bunch of dumb babysitters?â
âMadison knows sheâs supposed to take her injections, and she didnât say anything. Rose just assumed sheâd done itââ the bald guy explained before Nick cut him off again:
âSheâs five fucking years old! She needs a mother!â
This wasnât just an argument about Nickâs sister. That much was clear. He was shouting at his mother because of Maddie but also because of himself. I hadnât realized how much sheâd hurt him until then, but it must have been hard, losing your mother at such a young age. I had lost my father, too, but in a certain sense, Iâd saved myself from him, and my mother had always been there for me. Nicholas hadnât had a father who loved him, just one who gave him money. I hated that woman for hurting him, and I hated William for not caring for his son enough.
I stepped back when a doctor appeared.
âAre you the family of Madison Grason?â
Everyone turned to him.
âSheâs responding to treatment. Sheâll get better, but she needs to spend the night here. I want to keep an eye on her glucose levels and her condition in general.â
âWhatâs going on with her, exactly?â Nick asked.
âYou areâ¦?â
âHer brother.â
The doctor nodded.
âYour sisterâs suffering from diabetic ketoacidosis. That happens when the body doesnât have enough insulin and it starts burning fat as a source of energy. When this happens, the liver produces ketones, which are a type of acid that is toxic when it builds up in the bloodstream.â
âWhat do you have to do when that happens?â
âYour sisterâs glucose is up above three hundred. Her liver is cranking out glucose, but her cells canât absorb it without insulin. With the doses weâre giving her, weâll get that under control. Weâll run more tests, but thereâs nothing to worry about. What bothered me when she got here was the dehydration because sheâd been vomiting so much, but thatâs behind us now. Weâre through the worst of this. Kids are tough.â
âCan I see her?â Nicholas asked.
âYes. She woke up, and if youâre Nick, sheâs been asking about you.â Even knowing this didnât seem to improve Nickâs mood. The thought that things could have been worse for his sister and that it was her parentsâ fault must have been killing him inside.
âCome, I want you to meet her,â he said, pulling me behind him. Iâd supposed heâd go in alone, but knowing he wanted me there for something so important filled me with joy.
When we entered Madisonâs room, I saw her, a tiny little girl, prettier than any Iâd ever seen. She was sitting up on her bed. When she saw Nick, she reached up and smiled.
âNick!â She frowned from pain just as she said it. She had an IV in her arm; it must have hurt.
Nick let go of me for the first time in hours and ran over to her. It was funny to see him hugging her, sitting there in that giant bed.
âHow are you, Princess?â he asked. I wasnât sure what I felt just then, after seeing him so upset and then so relieved.
The girl was gorgeous but very petite for a five-year-old. She was pale and had big purple bags under her eyes. She made such a sad impression that I was reassured to see her smile.
âYou came.â
âOf course I did. What did you think?â he replied, picking her up and putting her carefully on his lap as he leaned against the wall. She reached up and started playing with his hair.
The image warmed my heart. Iâd never have guessed Nicholas could treat a child the way he was treating Madison. Honestly, Iâd never have been able to imagine him with a child, period. Nick was the kind of guy who made you think of hot girls, drugs, and rock ânâ roll.
âLook, Maddie, I want to introduce you to someone really special. Thatâs Noah.â Only then did she seem to notice me. She only had eyes for her big brother. That was normal, right? But now those eyes, blue just like Nickâs, settled on me.
âWho is she?â she asked with a frown.
Before I could say I was a friend, Nicholas interrupted me:
âSheâs my girlfriend.â
âYou donât have girlfriends,â she said.
I walked over to them.
âThatâs true, Maddie, but I think Iâve made him change his mind,â I said with a grin. She was funny.
âI like your name,â she said. âItâs a boyâs name.â Nicholas burst out laughing, and I couldnât help but join in.
âUh, thanks. Iâm not sure what to say.â
I thought, remembering what Nick had said about my name when weâd met.
âWith a name like that, Iâll bet the boys let you play soccer,â she said.
âYou like soccer?â I asked, disbelieving. Nicholas always called her and she looked more like one of those than a soccer fan.
âI love it. Nick gave me a ball. Itâs so cool. Itâs pink,â she replied, still tugging and slapping at Nickâs hair. I understood. I wanted to touch it, too.
We spent a good while with her, and there was no denying it: she was adorable. She was bright for her age and very funny, but she looked exhausted, so we decided to let her rest.
On the way out, we ran into Nickâs mom. Youâd think a mother would be worried about her daughter, but she seemed to be on a different planet. She feigned indifference in front of her son, but certain barely perceptible nervous gestures showed me that his presence did affect her.
âNicholas, I want to talk to you,â she said, looking back and forth between the two of us.
âIâll leave you alone,â I said, but he held me close.
âI have nothing to say to you,â he hissed.
âPlease, Nicholas. Iâm your mother⦠You canât spend your whole life avoiding me.â She didnât seem to care that I was there listening. Nicholas was tense as a guitar string.
âYou stopped being my mother the moment you abandoned me for that idiot husband of yours.â It was frightening to see him like that, so serious.
âI made a mistake,â she said, as if abandoning your child were something anyone might accidentally do. âBut youâre not a child anymore. Itâs time for you to forgive me for what I did.â
âThat wasnât a mistake. You disappeared for six years. You didnât even call to ask how I was. You just left me!â he shouted. âI wish I never had to see you again, and if I could, I would take that precious little girl from you. You donât deserve her. You donât deserve to have her as a daughter.â
We walked away. He pulled me down the hallway, then turned, and then turned again until we reached an area that was empty. He pulled open the door of a small closet, and we stepped inside. The only light came from a window near the ceiling.
His face looked lost, his breathing was out of control, and his eyes were gleaming with fury or maybe sorrow, I wasnât sure. I was scared to see him like that, and I didnât realize what was happening when he pushed me against the wall and his lips pressed into mine.
âNicholas,â I said in a trembling voice, caressing his face. But he was elsewhere, incapable of controlling his emotions. He kissed me again. I didnât manage to say a word.
âThank you for being here,â he whispered, and when I heard the desperation in his voice, I held him steady and tried to look him in the eye. âI donât think Iâll ever get over her just leaving me like that. But now youâre here, I have you, and I know what it feels like to be in love. I donât care what she did to me anymore, Noah. Youâve closed a wound that was still raw, and that makes me love you even more.â
We were so close, his tears streamed into my eyes and I felt a smile cross his lips.
âCome here,â he murmured and kissed me.
That was the second time we made loveâ¦and it was tarnished by memories from the past.
We went to eat afterward. We wouldnât be able to visit Maddie again for a few hours, so we decided to see the sights in Las Vegas. I had never been, and it was as impressive as it looked in the movies. Wherever I looked, there were huge buildings, luxurious hotels, and spectacles. I couldnât even imagine what it must look like at nightâunfortunately I wouldnât be able to stay there too late.
âTomorrow weâll release her. Thatâs better than we expected. We could probably just let her go now, but Iâd prefer to keep her under observation a little longer,â the doctor said.
It was five in the evening, and if we wanted to be in LA before midnight, we needed to head back. Nicholas seemed not to want to go, but his mother was there, and I knew how hard that was for him.
âIâll be back this week,â he told Maddie, who got teary-eyed. âIâll come Wednesday, and Iâll bring you a present, and we can play together.â He hugged her carefully but lovingly.
âIn two days?â she said, pouting.
âJust two days,â Nick said, kissing her on her blond hair.
He looked destroyed, exhausted, as we left the hospital, and he had good reason to. It had been a day full of emotion, and the day before had been, too. We both needed a few hours to sleep it off.
âYou want me to drive?â I asked. He grinned as he pinned me against the driverâs side door.
âI seem to remember I ended up losing the last car you drove.â
âYouâll never let that go, will you?â I asked, rolling my eyes.
I turned around and got into the passenger side. We stopped several times on the way for coffee, and when we were on the road, we kept the music blasting to help us stay awake.
Once home, we didnât even stop to think that our parents might have arrived. Nicholas had an arm around my shoulder and I had mine around his waist as we climbed the porch.
Seeing my mother was like returning to reality. We were startled and pulled quickly away from each other.
âFinally, youâre back. We were starting to get worried,â Mom said, coming over and hugging me tightly. I hadnât seen her for two days, and with all that had happened, the memories of my father, the things with Nick, I squeezed her harder than I should have.
âDid you miss me?â she laughed.
She greeted Nick as well, and we went inside and were interrogated about the condition of Nickâs sister. I guess he had called them so theyâd know where we were, and William was worried about Maddieâs health.
âIâm glad sheâs all right,â he said, getting up from the sofa.
Nick was on one side of the room, I on the other. It was strange not to be touching each other, and I felt an odd emptiness in my chest. Iâd gotten so used to having him close these past forty-eight hours that I needed him near me at all times. I looked into his eyes just then. I saw promise.
âIâm tired,â I said. âIf you donât mind, Iâm going to go on upstairs. Iâve got class in the morningâ¦â
My mother was watching a movie with Will, and they still had a good bit of it left before bedtime.
âYou staying with us, Nick?â my mother asked him, and I had to suppress a scowl. Fortunately, I donât think she noticed.
Nicholas grinned.
âI should go up, too. Iâve got class myself. Good night,â he said, walking around the sofa and joining me.
I didnât know if it was the feeling of doing something bad or just knowing our parents were down there and would lose it if they caught us, but when Nick pushed me against the wall in my room and stuck his hand under my shirt, it was the most exciting thing I could imagine.
âCome to my bed. Sleep with me,â he whispered in my ear. The whole time he spoke, he was kissing, nibbling, licking my neck.
âI canât,â I moaned.
âYou canât make those noises and then tell me not to take you to bed,â he said, pressing his hips into me sexily.
I giggled and closed my eyes.
âMy mother could come up at any time, Nicholas,â I said as he skillfully squeezed my left thigh. âI donât want her to have a heart attack.â
âYouâre coming with me anyway,â he said, dragging me off.
âNo!â I shouted, digging my heels into the floor. I had no idea what we were going to do now that we were together and living under the same roof with my mother and his father, but I knew there had to be some kind of rules or self-control in place.
He stopped, noticed the noises downstairs, and realized I was right.
âI love you,â he said, giving me a quick peck on the lips. âIf anything happens, you know where I am.â
âI do. Second door on the left.â
I closed the door. I needed to analyze everything that had happened. I neededâ¦to catch my breath.
Everything that had happened those past few days had sunk me in a cloud of contrary thoughts and feelings. I was happy when I was with Nick: I didnât know if it would last a long time, since we had a tendency to clash, or at least it had seemed that way over the past few months. Either way, I was crazy about him. I had hidden it, even from myself, but now it was out, and I couldnât stop thinking about it, especially knowing he was just a few feet away. It was hard not to go looking for him when I had trouble sleeping, but I forced myself. I had to learn to keep my distance from him. But when I wasnât with him, my every thought turned to my father and his threatening letters. I still didnât know if I should tell anyoneâ¦why? He was in jail, and I wasnât even sure if he was the one sending them. Maybe Ronnie had just found out about my dad and was using all that against me. So I decided to say nothing, at least until another letter came, and my guess was that was never going to happen.
The next morning, I got up in a rush, knowing I was at risk of being late for school. I was nervous because Iâd have to deal with the fallout from the party. Everyone had heard me shout like a madwoman, and nobody had come to my aid.
I put on my uniform and ran downstairs. William was already gone, same as most mornings, and Nick and my mother were having breakfast at the island in the kitchen. When Nick looked up at me, I had to struggle not to run over and kiss him. Mom got up and started making my breakfast. With the excuse of getting help with my tie (which I knew perfectly well how to tie by now), I walked over to Nick and gave him a quick kiss while my mother wasnât looking.
He whispered to me: âRight now I have all these images of my head of you in that uniform in a room upstairs.â As he said this, he knotted my tie, kissed me softly, and stroked my neck.
I turned to make sure no one was watching. But my mother was busy scrambling eggs, and her music was blaring from the speakers.
It was a dangerous game we were playing but a very exciting one, too.
He reached down and felt under my skirt, stroking my legs and my ass.
âYouâre pushing it,â I said.
âI know,â he agreed, pulling away just as my mother turned and served my dish.
For the first time, I had my breakfast sitting next to Nick, and all I could think about was that morning when weâd had pancakes and smoothies together. That was a sweet memory, especially the part that had come just before we ateâ¦
My mother didnât say much to us. She seemed immersed in her thoughts, and I reproached myself for not taking more interest in her marriage and whether she was happy we were living there.
âAre you okay, Mom?â I asked with a worried look. That lost look, that distraction I noticed in her was becoming all too common.
She came back from wherever she had wandered off to in her mind and feigned a smile.
âYeah, sure⦠Iâm great,â she said, picking her plate up and dropping it into the sink. âNick told me that he doesnât mind taking you to school today. Iâm sorry, hon, but my head hurts a little⦠I think Iâm going to lie down.â She gave me a kiss on the head and squeezed Nickâs shoulder affectionately.
âSheâs being kind of weird, right?â I said as he finished his juice. He pulled my chair over to his.
âA little, but I donât think itâs a big deal.â He put his hands on my knees and leaned in. âYou ready to go?â His voice was seductive. His hands tickled me. I nodded. I guessed my car being in the shop wasnât as bad as Iâd thought at first.
Five minutes later, we were leaving, but he did stop on a corner where no one could see us, cup my face, and kiss me intensely.
âWhatâs that all about?â I asked as he grinned and put the car back in gear.
âItâs been seven hours and twenty-five minutes since weâve kissed,â he said calmly.
âYouâre counting?â I said, laughing. That put me in a really good mood.
âI get bored when Iâm not with you. I need to keep my mind busy.â
Fifteen minutes later, I was at the door of St. Marieâs. I couldnât help but feel nervous. Nick was looking serious, too, and clutching the steering wheel tightly.
âYou going to pick me up?â I asked.
âOf course. I donât have a choiceâIâm your boyfriend, right?â he said almost presumptuously.
I laughed.
âThatâs not necessarily a boyfriendâs duty. Youâve never even had a girlfriend, have you?â It cracked me up to know I was right and that I was his first.
âI was waiting for you,â he said, planting a hot kiss on my lips. I liked those words so much, I held him close. Kissing him reminded me of the two times it had gone further than that. I wanted to do it again.
âYouâd better go if you donât want me to kidnap you for the rest of the day,â he warned me. His hand around my waist told me he wanted to keep me there.
âIâll see you at four,â I said with a smile and opened the door. This was addictive.
âLove you,â I said.
âLove you, too! See you, Precious.â He shook his head and drove off.
Before I reached the door, many eyes turned to me, but before I could let it get to me, Jenna jumped into my arms and hugged me.
âNoah! Iâm so, so sorry.â She squeezed me tightly. âI didnât know they were going to do that. I should have been there to help you. Theyâre just a bunch of immature babies. They should be over stupid pranks like that, but you knowâ¦â
âItâs fine, Jenna. It wasnât your fault,â I said.
âAre you sure?â she continued. âYou looked like you were freaking out. I didnât know the darkness affected you like that.â
âItâs a trauma from when I was a kid, but itâs over. It doesnât matter anymore.â Just then, the bell rang and we walked to our lockers.
It wasnât over, though. Rumors had spread, and anywhere I turned, people were staring at me. I felt like a Martian or worse, like people were me. I didnât realize how angry I was until I went to the dining hall and saw Cassie there with the guys whoâd stuffed me in the closet. I was so enraged that I didnât even realize what I was doing until I was right beside her throwing my strawberry shake in her hair.
Everyone around froze, and before I knew what Iâd done, I heard the principalâs voice behind me.
âMiss Morgan, my office, please.â