Broken and Screwed (12 page)

             
“Why?”

             
She frowned, but looked over my shoulder.

             
Jeremy belched out a laugh. He scratched idly at his chest. “What do you mean
why
?”

             
“I don’t remember any of you being friends with Ethan.”

             
Then a wide smile spread over his face and he burst out laughing. Nick laughed with him, along with Barbie and a few others. He shook his head and coughed to clear his throat as his continued to laugh. “Man, I haven’t had a good one like that.”

             
“I’m serious.”

             
The smile was wiped away. “Are you kidding me? We were some of the best friends your brother had.”

             
“Jesse was his best friend.”

             
The smirk that appeared over his face made my stomach drop. Dread started to build in me.

             
“I’ve got a feeling, darling, that there’s a lot you don’t know about your big brother.”

             
Barbie draped herself against the doorframe and smirked as well. “I think there’s a lot you don’t know about the night your big brother died.”

             
Then someone hurried down the stairs. I turned around and froze. Jesse was at the bottom of the stairs behind me and his eyes were wide as he saw me. The blood drained from his face.

             
My heart sank into my stomach.

             
His hand gripped the banister tighter. His knuckles whitened, but then he clipped out, “What the hell are you doing here?”

CHAPTER NINE

              “Hunt!” Jeremy’s voice boomed out. Everyone’s attention was now solely on us. He threw his arms wide. One came around my shoulders and he pulled me tight. “It’s Ethan’s little sis. You been hiding her from us? What kind of a buddy are you?”

             
Jesse’s eyes narrowed and he straightened to his fullest height. “Get your hands off her.”

             
A shiver went down my spine.

             
The air in the room had been entertaining, but now it grew tense. Jesse’s voice was low, deadly low, and the threat of violence filled the room. His hands were clenched together and his eyes sparked with the promise that he would follow through with his threat.

             
“Well, now.” Jeremy’s voice grew serious. His arm fell away and he moved to the side. “No need for that. I had no idea she was your girl.”

             
Jesse took two steps and latched onto my arm. He dragged me out the door.

             
Jeremy hollered from inside, “You don’t need to leave, Hunt. We’re all friends here.”

             
He gritted his teeth, but refrained from responding.

             
“What are you doing?” I panted as I tried to keep up with him.

His hold on my arm was going to leave a bruise, but I bit my tongue. Jesse looked murderous as he took me to his Ferrari. He opened the door and stepped back. When I didn’t get in right away, he snapped, “In!
Now.”

             
Anger boiled up inside of me, but I got in anyways.

             
When he got into his own side and took off, I glanced back at my car. Now was not the time to remind him that we’d have to come back. I only hoped that Jeremy or anyone else didn’t know it was my car. I hoped they wouldn’t do anything to it.

             
As he sped through town, he took a few corners that had his back end sliding across the highway. He didn’t slow down. He went faster. The murderous rage in his eyes never diminished either. As he pulled up to his driveway, he punched a button and a bottom gate slid open. Instead of driving up the hill towards the house, he drove underneath it. It was an underground parking garage and it was filled from one corner to the other with sparkling vehicles.

             
Jesse pulled up to the front slot and got out. When I shut my door, the sound echoed throughout the lot. It only added to my amazement at how big Jesse’s home was. Then he went to a door and an elevator opened for him.

             
I groaned. I couldn’t believe this. My family’s house was a typical suburban home, but it seemed like an anthill compared to his. And then I caught the fury again in his eyes and I stopped my thoughts.

             
The elevator opened to a small hallway and Jesse led us around the corner. We came from a back entryway into the dining room and kitchen area. All the lights were off, but he flipped them all on before he went to one of the large refrigerators behind a huge steel grill.

             
As he yanked open a door, I slid onto a stool behind one of the counters. I shivered. “You’re going to eat right now?”

             
He straightened abruptly. The door closed and he glared at me.

             
I gulped.

             
He clipped out, “What the hell were you doing there?”

             
I shrugged. “I heard you were with Benson and Mazel. I came over here because I didn’t want you around them. I got the address from somewhere and went over there.”

             
“You got the address?” The nerve in his jaw bulged out. “Where’d you get the address from?”

             
My eyes slid to the side and I saw his housekeeper in the hallway. She was pale and she clutched her hands together in front of her. I saw the fear in her eyes as she slowly shook her head.

             
“Marissa.”

             
He let loose a string of curses and roughly opened the refrigerator again. This time bread, tomatoes, cheese, peppers, and more were thrown on the counter behind him. He slammed the door shut and pulled out a large cutting knife instead.

I sat up straighter and my eyes widened.  “What are you doing with that?”

              “I’m making a fucking sandwich. Are you okay with that?” He held the knife in the air, waiting for my approval.

             
I jerked my head in a nod and watched as he cut up the food for his sandwich with a quickness and precision that I’d only witnessed from him on the basketball court. The sight of it made me uneasy, but I held firm. I couldn’t let him know that I was uncomfortable. He’d only started to open up. I couldn’t risk another closed wall to me. So I sat there and held my breath as he sliced and diced through cheese, peppers, tomatoes, onions, and meat for his sandwich. After he applied some mayonnaise and mustard, I caught my breath again.

             
That was Ethan’s favorite.

             
I wasn’t surprised when Jesse shoved the sandwich in front of me. “Eat!”

             
I couldn’t breathe, but my finger inched the plate away. Then I looked down. “That was Ethan’s favorite.”

             
He sucked in his breath and froze.

             
I’d never seen that look on his face. My hand started to reach for him, but he jerked forward. His arm swept the plate aside and he caught it with his hand before he hurled it at the sink behind him. The entire action was violent, and I fell backwards from my stool in shock.

             
His shoulders heaved up and down. His breathing grew haggard.

             
I felt the tears on my cheek. I tasted them in my mouth, but I didn’t make a sound. Not one sound.

             
My heart pounded in my chest. It wanted to come out. Each time, it thumped harder and rougher. I pressed my hands to it and tried to calm it, but then Jesse turned back around.

             
His eyes were dead again.

             
My chest deflated. He was back.

             
He had no emotion and his voice was soft. “Do you need a ride home?”

             
I jerked my head from side to side.

             
He frowned. “You drove to Benson’s, didn’t you?”

             
It was jerked in a nod this time.

             
Then he sighed. His shoulders dropped dramatically. “I should give you a ride back to your car.”

             
As he started to walk back towards the hallway we came from, my mouth fell open.  What had just happened? He was there, he was with me and he was present, but now he was gone. In a blink of an eye, he was back to the robotic blank mask he wore to the rest of the world.

             
As he grabbed his keys, I lunged for them and snatched them from his hand.

             
He blinked in surprise. “Alex?”

             
Then I turned and hurled them down the farthest hallway. It was my time to show my anger, and I seethed at him with my hands in fists. My shoulders heaved up and down and my heart threatened to pound itself from my chest again.

             
“Alex?” He was so quiet, so soft.

             
“Don’t you dare,” I snapped at him. I yanked my hands through my hair and pulled at the ends. Pain blasted through me, but I welcomed it. Hell, I relished it. It was a relief now. “You make me a sandwich, Ethan’s sandwich, and then you push me away again. You don’t get to do that anymore. I cared about him, too!”

             
His face shuttered closed again.

             
I knew he was going to turn around. As he did, I caught his shoulder and threw him back. Then I pushed him against a wall and yelled in his face, “I loved him, too! He was my brother—”

             
“He was
my
brother!” His hands found my shoulders, but he held on. “He was there through everything, through my mom, through my dad’s affairs. Everything. He was there.”

             
“Say his name.”

             
“What?” He froze.

             
“Say his name.”

             
His hands let loose as if they’d been burned. He flattened himself against the wall.

             
“Say his name.”

             
He shook his head.

             
“Jesse.”

             
Then he brushed past me. As I tried to block him, his body hit mine backwards. I cried out from the pain and fell against the wall, but I couldn’t look away. My hand went to my shoulder where it stung, but every cell in my body went on alert. I couldn’t look away from the haunted expression in his eyes. He didn’t know that he had hurt me. I watched as he seemed locked in some memory. His lips moved, but nothing came out.

             
Then I reached out and touched his arm. I pleaded in a tender voice, “Tell me. Please.”

             
He started to shake his head, but his voice wrung out, “I feel him, you know. All the time.”

             
I blinked back rapid tears. Then I choked out, “Me, too.”

             
His jaw clenched. “I feel him at school, too. I can’t get away from him. The only time is when I’m with you.” Then he looked up. There was an extra layer of wetness over his eyes. The tears were there, brimming to be shed. “But that makes no sense. I should feel him when I’m with you. You’re the only other person to—”

             
My phone peeled out a shrill ring at that moment. I threw my hands up and let loose a few curses. It was the worst timing, but all the fight left me when I saw who was on the other end. I went numb as I answered it. “Dad?”

             
“Your, uh…” He cleared his throat. His voice sounded rough. “Your mother is in the hospital. She swallowed a bunch of pills.”

             
“What?” I gasped. All thought ceased. Flashbacks from Ethan’s accident flooded me and I struggled to hear what else he was saying.

             
“…keeping her for observation…a seventy-two hour hold…coffee…”

             
And then he hung up.

             
I stared at the phone in my hand. Suddenly, I couldn’t remember answering it in the first place, and I frowned at it. What was I doing with my phone? As I looked around, I saw Jesse. His hands were shoved deep in his jeans’ pockets and he was watching me with a fierce frown.

             
Then I remembered it again.

             
“What’d your dad want?”