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WHEN I HAD YOU
By S.L. Scott
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Drew Marshall is the epitome of a walking nightmare.
Deranged. Psychotic. Immoral.
After breaking my heart and publicly humiliating me, I vow to forget his existence.
He has other plans, though, and vows to make certain I donāt.
The only one I can turn to for help is a man I thought to be my enemy.
Drewās best friend Sebastian who claims to be my brother. He promises me security and protection. But no one can protect me from Drew.
The faster I run, the more he chases.
The harder I struggle, the tighter his grip becomes.
My enemy. My stalker. My villain.
Itās wrong, but I canāt stop myself from craving his rough touch, filthy words, and the dark promise of pleasure he gives me.
They say the truth will set you free, but ours didn't do that. It locked us inside the cage and tossed away the key.
Underneath the goody-two-shoes persona is damaged goodsā¦but can the bad boy across the street save her?
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Bailey Followhill is the perfect daughter.
Sweet. Charitable. Pretty. Control freak.
Not a hair out of place, not an inch out of line, she is everything her troublemaking sister Daria isn't.
But when her A game turns out to be a lukewarm C- at Juilliard, Bailey's picture-ready life starts fraying faster than the worn satin ribbons of her pointe shoes.
She's becoming a piece of gossip.
The Troubled Child. A drug abuser.
No longer the girl her best friend once knew.
Lev Cole is so golden, he's got the Midas Touch.
Prized quarterback. Football captain. Hottest guy in SoCal. A textbook clichƩ.
But with a girlfriend he doesn't love and a career path he doesn't value, Lev is coasting.
The only two things he cares aboutāBailey and becoming a pilotāare out of reach.
But Lev is done being satisfied with the life others have chosen for him. He wants to pick his own cards. To demolish the seamless kingdom of lies his family stitched together on the ruins his mother left behind.
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PROLOGUE
Lev
Age fourteen
Iām standing over my motherās grave, wondering why the fuck my eyes are dry.
I couldnāt look at the coffin back inside the church. Knight said she looked pretty. Calm. At peace. But alsoā¦nothing like herself.
I squeezed my eyes shut the entire way through, the way I did when I was really little and went on spooky rides at theme parks. Now Iām freaking out because maybe I made a mistake, because it was the last time I could look at her face not through a picture.
Thatās the thing about losing someoneāthere are so many losses along the way that make up a big loss.
No more cuddles in bed on rainy days.
No more heart-shaped fruit in my lunch box.
No more singing lullabies to me when Iām sick, with me pretending Iām embarrassed and annoyed by it when actually Mom singing lullabies is the best thing to happen to this universe since sliced bread.
Bailey is hugging me so close, my bones are about to dissipate to dust. Sheās about four inches taller than me now, which is stupid and embarrassing and just my luck. My face is hidden deep inside her hair, and I pretend to cry because it seems rude and screwed up if I donāt. But the truth is, Iām not sad or gloomy or any of those things. Iām fucking pissed. Angry. Enraged.
Momās gone.
What if sheās cold? What if sheās claustrophobic? What if she is struggling to breathe? What if sheās scared? Reasonably, I know she isnāt. Sheās dead. But logic isnāt my friend right now. Not even an acquaintance. Hell, I doubt I could spell the word in my current state. I feel like Bailey is physically keeping me together. Like if she loosens her arms around me, Iāll collapse into thousands of little marbles, scatter and disappear into the nooks and crannies of the cemetery.
Everyone files back to their cars. Dad claps a shaking hand over my shoulder and steers me away from the grave. Bails reluctantly releases me. I clutch the tips of her fingers. Sheās gravity. Sheās oxygen. In this moment in time, sheās everything.
Sensing my unspoken need for her, Bailey turns to my dad. āMay I please catch a ride with you, Uncle Dean?ā
Thank you, Jesus.
āYeah, Bails, sure,ā Dad says distractedly, laser-focused on Knightās back. My brother is going through his own stuff right now and my dad is trying to ensure he doesnāt lose another member of our family. Usually, Iām cool with being the low-maintenance, ābackgroundā kid. Not today, though. I just lost my mom at fourteen. I want the world to stop, but it disrespectfully keeps on spinning and functioning like my life wasnāt just destroyed.
Before we hop into the car, I clutch Baileyās fingers and pull her to me. āIf I told you I want to run away from here, somewhere really far, likeā¦I dunno, Kansas far, what would you say?ā
Her big blue eyes hold mine like my eyeballs are about to fall off. āWe ride at dawn, bitch.ā
āReally?ā I ask.
She nods once. āTry me, Lev. Youāre my best friend. Iāll never let you down.ā
Itās weird, but the possibility of Bailey and me running away from all this is the one thing holding my ass together right now. She might be everyoneās good girl, but to me, sheās a bad addiction.
The drive is silent. Iām a page torn out of a book. Out of place and floating aimlessly. All I have is the memory of once belonging. Then, weāre in front of my house. Everyone trickles inside in their black frocks. They look like ghouls. Home without Mom isnāt a home. Itās a pile of bricks and expensive furniture.
Invisible ivy roots me to the ground. Bailey is the only one who notices. She loiters behind with me, and suddenly, I really hate that Iām putting all my dreams and hopes on her. Because she could be gone tomorrow too. Bus accident. Freak heart attack at fifteen. A kidnap-and-murder plot. The options are endless, and I have really shitty luck with people.
āKansas?ā She grabs my fingers, playing them like theyāre keys on a piano.
I shake my head, too choked up to produce actual words.
āWe donāt have to go inside.ā Her hands slide up to grab my arms and keep me standing. How did she know Iām close to falling? āWe can hang out at mine. Iāll make fondue. We can watch South Park.ā Her blues gleam like sapphires.
Fresh irritation floods me. Bailey is being soooo understanding, even though she doesnāt understand jack shit. She does have a mom. A healthy one. And a dad. And a sister who isnāt an addict. Her life is perfect, while mine is a pile of calamities.
Sheās a blossoming flower, and Iām dirt, but thatās okay because the thing about flowers is theyāre buried in dirt, so I know exactly how to cut her off.
Shaking her off, I swivel and stomp my way out of our cul-de-sac. She races after me, calling my name. Her Mary Janes clap the ground urgently.
āLev, please! Did I say something wrong?ā
To be fair to her, she stood no chance at saying anything right. But screw being fair. Iām hurting, and she is baggage. Just another person to love and to lose.
I pick up my pace, running now. I donāt know where Iām going, but Iām eager to get there. The skyācompletely blue just seconds agoācracks like an egg. Thunder rolls, gray washes over it, and rain starts pouring in thick sheets. Itās summer in SoCal and shouldnāt rain. The universe is angry, but Iām angrier.
Whenever Bailey manages to catch the sleeve of my shirt, I speed up, but even after thirty minutes of running in the rain, soaked to the bone, she doesnāt quit. Somehow, we find ourselves in the woods on the outskirts of town. The thick, tall branches and blankets of leaves intertwine together like laced fingers above us, creating a makeshift umbrella. I can sort of see my surroundings now, and itās pretty and itās calm and far enough away from that stupid cemetery. I stop running when I realize Iām not gonna escape the new reality: Momās dead.
I finally understand the term heartbreak. Because that thing in my chest? Split open clean in two.
I turn around, my lungs scorching. Bailey is pale and sodden, her black dress clinging to her body. Her lips are blue and her skin is so pale, I see a map of purple and red veins under her flesh.
āGo home,ā I growl. But I donāt want her to go home. I want her to never leave.
She steps closer, tilting her chin up defiantly. āIām not leaving you.ā
āFuck off, Bailey!ā I fold in half, screaming. I feel like she kicked me in the stomach.
Sheāll leave. Sheāll let you down. Donāt fall for this, Lev.
āIām so sorry.ā Her eyes are full of tears, and she flexes her fingers, itching to grab me.
Hug me.
Go away.
Fuckfuckfuck.
My mouth opens again and more bullshit spews out. āDonāt be sorry for me. Be sorry for yourself. Youāre the loser who hangs out with an eighth grader instead of people your own age.ā
āI wish it didnāt happen.ā She ignores my insults, trying to grab my fingers again and play them like a piano, like she does every time Iām upset.
Laughing, I rasp, āI wish you didnāt happen.ā
āI wish it were me who was dead.ā Her face is covered with tears and pain and mud, and I canāt do this anymore. I donāt care how much Iām hurting, I canāt ruin the only good thing about my life right now. She gives me something to fight for when every cell of my body wants to give up.
āNow youāre just talking outta your ass.ā I spit phlegm between us.
She shakes her head, quivering fingers darting to her hair, massaging her scalp. I believe her. And it kills me that even though I feel like someone slashed me open and my guts are pouring out, I still wouldnāt want Bailey to be in Momās place.
āIām not. Iām serious. I would die before willingly watch you suffer.ā
Thereās a beat of silence. Then I open my mouth and the most feral, scary, loud cry Iāve ever heard tears out of it. It echoes in the sky and bounces off the trees. A flock of ravens takes flight from the treetops.
And then I go to the only place I need to be right nowāI go mad.
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