Put Me Back Together (19 page)

“Katie!”

I reached an intersection I didn’t recognize, but that didn’t slow me down. I turned right and kept on running. The honking was louder now and continual, like music to accompany the pounding of my feet on the frozen pavement. Wind blasted my skin, freezing my cheeks and making my eyes water. I tipped my head up and watched the streetlights as I passed under them. I started counting them. Seven lights to the next intersection, and then ten after that. I wondered if I could reach the end of the street. Could I run that far? Could I run all the way through town? I didn’t know. But I knew I wanted to try.

“Katie!”

I had run like this only once before in my life. I remembered now that it had been just like this, running without thought, a weightless, mindless moment. But different, too, because my head had been bleeding and I couldn’t stop crying, my mouth hanging open and a strange bawling sound coming out of it as I had run along the tracks. I’d fallen several times because I’d kept getting dizzy. And they wouldn’t let me run as far as I’d wanted to. They’d stopped me. But I could have kept running. If they’d let me I would have.

I would have run forever.

“Katie, stop!”

Lucas pulled me out of the road, gripping my body with both his arms, holding me from behind. I wanted to keep running, but he was holding me too tightly. At first I struggled against him even as he held me back, murmuring into my hair, but within a few moments I went limp. My legs were burning anyway, and my eyesight was blurring. I stared at him blankly as he put my jacket on me, helping my arms through the holes and zipping it up the front. I was surprised. I’d thought I was already wearing it.

When he was done Lucas bent over, placing his hands on his knees, panting hard. “Where did you think you were going?” he asked.

Looking around at the unfamiliar houses on the road, I shrugged. “I was just running,” I said.

“Down the middle of the street?” he asked.

Not wanting to give away the fact that I had no idea I’d been running down the middle of the street, I shrugged again. “Which way is my apartment?” I asked.

Pulling on his own coat, which he’d been holding under his arm, Lucas gave me an exhausted look before pointing back the way we’d come.

I put my hood up against the bracing cold and walked past him without looking at him.

I wondered when it had started snowing.

“Are you okay?” Lucas said. Apparently he’d decided to follow me, even though I was walking squarely down the middle of the sidewalk—a sure sign that a girl doesn’t want company. “Katie, are you okay?” My silence didn’t seem to be getting through to him, either.

“Lucas, leave me alone,” I said. I would have picked up my pace, but I was beginning to realize that my run in my sister’s very un-sneaker-like boots had possible destroyed my feet. I felt at least four blisters. Going faster wasn’t an option.

“Is your hand okay?” Lucas persisted, reaching for my arm, which I yanked away.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” I snapped. The snow was really coming down now, making it harder to see, which only added to my mounting irritation. I also still didn’t quite know where I was going.

“Because you just punched a guy in the face, that’s why,” Lucas said.

We came to a side street and I paused, trying to get a look at the street sign, and Lucas took his opportunity to scoop up my right hand.

“Hey!” I cried. I wanted to pull my arm away again, but he had it in a firm grip and I didn’t want to hurt my hand worse by yanking it free. Not that I minded the pain. I barely felt it. The throbbing was similar to the way my hands had felt after a full day of the trial, when I’d been twisting my fingers for hours on end. There was something sickeningly comforting about that kind of pain.

We always welcome the hurt we think we deserve.

“Doesn’t look like you broke anything,” Lucas said, after turning my hand over a bunch of times and bending all the fingers. Loosening his hold, he let me slip from his grasp, but his eyes lingered on my face, full of concern.

I couldn’t stand that look.

“Thanks a bunch, doc,” I said coldly, then turned away and crossed the street. I thought he might leave me then, but I sensed him jogging beside me. When I reached the curb he was already there.

Damn his athlete’s body.

He walked backwards ahead of me, so he could keep me in his line of sight. “Katie, what the hell happened back there?” he said. “How did you get into a fight with Buck Mullard?”

“He’s an asshole,” I responded, pulling the cords on my hood so my face was nearly obscured.

“I’m aware of that,” Lucas said, “but what were you doing in that room in the first place? I turned around and you were gone. Jen said you went to the bathroom, and the next thing I knew Tim was dragging me over, telling me my girl was about to beat up four guys at once.”

I stopped in my tracks. Lucas kept going a few steps, putting some space between us. “I’m
not
your girl,” I said angrily.

“What?” Lucas said, shaking his head in confusion. “I was just repeating—”

I found myself panting hard, though I didn’t know why. We weren’t running anymore. “I don’t need you to rescue me, Lucas,” I said. “I can fight my own battles.”

“Clearly,” he said.

“I’m not some damsel in distress who needs your help. I’m not some stupid—”

“I know you’re not,” he said in a low voice.

But that wasn’t helping. All of his compassion, his caring, his kind eyes, and his concerned looks were making me crazy. I didn’t want his worry. I didn’t want his pity. Not now, not ever.

Balling my hands into fists—even the wounded one—I faced him like a prizefighter. “Stop it,” I said. “I don’t need this. I don’t need you. I just want to be left alone. I can take care of myself.” Ignoring his bewildered expression, I turned on my heel and kept walking.

I’d gone about ten steps when he called after me. “You’re still going the wrong way,” he said.

He was right. I’d missed the turn that would take me south toward my building. Grudgingly, I turned back. And as I passed him the stupid boy started talking. Again.

“I’m not trying to baby you,” he said. “I’m not here because I think you need me. That’s not why I went into that room. That’s not why I threw Buck Mullard on the floor.”

I looked him right in the face for the first time since we’d left the party, and I made myself hold his gaze, just for a moment, just to be sure. Then I felt my lips begin to tremble, because it was just as I’d feared. When I looked at him I didn’t see Lucas. I saw eyes of stone, that expression of revulsion on his face, that desire to tear someone apart. I saw the animal. I saw the rage. And nothing else.

“Why, then, Lucas?” I said. “Tell me why you did it.”

He threw his arms up, and for a second I thought he might lunge forward and strangle me.

“Jesus Christ, Katie, why do you think?” he said, giving me an exasperated look.

My body shook at the sound of his raised voice, and I felt tears in the corners of my eyes, threatening to fall.

Not now. I couldn’t cry now. Not in front of him.

Then he stepped toward me and I braced myself for whatever was coming.

“All right, if you don’t know why, then I’ll just have to show you,” he said, and then his lips met mine.

At first I didn’t understand what was happening. I felt his lips, soft against my own, and the delicate pressure of his hands against my cheeks. For a second there was no movement, it was as though we’d become a statue sculpted of ice, our faces frozen together. But then his mouth opened, just a little, and I felt him suck at my bottom lip, and suddenly I found myself melting. His lips moved against mine, hot like embers, warming me to the core as he pushed his fingers into my hair. He explored my mouth with the accomplished movements of a seasoned lover while my face followed his clumsily, my lips betraying my inexperience. It occurred to me that only a moment ago I had been about to cry, but I pushed this thought away as an ache began to build in me, beginning just below my bellybutton and spreading through my stomach.

My hood fell off my head and I felt Lucas’s hands leave my face, his arms encircling my body as the snow kissed our cheeks and melted instantly.

Is this what I want?
I asked myself, though my body seemed to have no reservations, my mouth opening to his and letting his tongue slide against my own. I heard myself moan, which only seemed to embolden him, his lips becoming more insistent, his kisses delving deeper. My knees went weak and I nearly sagged against him.

Are you what I want?
I asked myself, and though I was still kissing Lucas, suddenly I was imagining a different place and a different boy who I’d wanted to kiss just like this and who had made me melt just like this, whose words had been sweet and looks tender right up until his eyes turned black and the heart that had beat only for me turned hard, and the boy who had made me feel so whole turned into a monster.

I pulled out of Lucas’s arms, breaking the kiss, my heart pounding for a new reason now. We stood facing each other, breathless, and I could feel him trying to lean toward me, to press his forehead against mine, to block out the world, but there was no blocking this out. This was inside of me.

“So, Hero, now do you understand why…” Lucas began, but right away his words began to falter as though he knew what I was going to say before I even said it. As though he could see the fear in my eyes.

“Stay away from me, Lucas,” I said, backing away. “I’m no good for you.”

“No good for me?” he said, uncomprehending, reaching for me, but this time I didn’t fall into his arms. This time I leaped away from his touch and he stared at me in disbelief.

Good
, I thought to myself as I turned and walked carefully away through the snow.

I was glad he couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Lucas Matthews wanted me and I was walking away from him. It was probably the first time in history that such a thing had ever happened.

My cell phone buzzed before I reached the corner and I hesitated before taking it out. If it was a text from Lucas, I wasn’t sure I’d be strong enough not to turn around and run back to him. When I glanced down at the screen, I was almost relieved.

Brandon had found my new number.

Unknown: Get ready, you little bitch. It won’t be long now.

It was the message I needed to hear, a reminder not to make the same mistake again.

That was when I knew I’d done the right thing.

12

“What did he do?” Em asked for the tenth time, giving me her most intense you-will-spill-all-your-secrets stare.

I gripped the straps of my backpack as a crowd of students passed us in the hall, my eyes frantically darting from one face to the next to see if Lucas was among them. A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I saw that he wasn’t.

Turning back to my sister, I saw that she was still staring me down, her eyes open so wide I could see the white all around her irises.

“I hate it when you do that,” I said. “It makes you look creepy.”

“Whatever! It always works on Sally,” she said. “I’m the only one she told that she actually did make out with Alex’s brother while they were still together, and that she thinks he’s the love of her life.”

“Who’s the love of her life, Alex?” I said as we reached the door to the studio. “I thought Sally didn’t believe in soul mates and lifelong love. I thought she was after the sugar daddies of the world.”

“She’s had a change of heart. Love has changed her,” Em said. “And it’s not Alex that made her change her ways. It’s his brother.”

“Brother doesn’t have a name?” I said, discreetly glancing down the hallway. No Lucas in sight.

“Oh, I’m sure he does,” Em said flippantly. “I just can’t be bothered to keep track of Sally’s guys. Hell, I can hardly keep track of my own.”

Sadly, this wasn’t true about my love life, on which she was keeping vigilant tabs at the moment.

“So just tell me what Lucas did to make you hate him,” she said, circling back, as I knew she would. She’d been on this track for a few days now. I was getting to know all the stops. “Seriously, I need to know if I have to cut off his balls or just maim him. Poking out one of his eyes is also a possibility.”