AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I didn’t have that choice. College ball was my only option. ”
“But if you did?”
“I would have gone pro. ”
I slam the ball into my glove. Exactly.
Everyone with their college talk and writing competitions is screwing me up. “Thanks. ”
“The question isn’t what I would have done.
The question is what do you want to do?”
Beth
ISAIAH WRAPS HIS ARM TIGHTLY around my waist and heaves me out the window. Mom’s hollow blue eyes have a haunting hurt as she stares at me one last time before slamming the glass pane shut and placing the cardboard back over the window.
“No!” I’ve left her behind. Again.
His grip becomes steel and the more I try to scramble back to the window, back to Mom’s apartment, the more he pulls me away. My heart—it’s literally breaking. It has to be, because the pain in my chest slices as if glass is ripping through it.
My legs tangle with Isaiah’s. He keeps a firm hold on my hip bones and forces weightlessness by lifting me and moving me in the opposite direction of my mom. I struggle back to earth, kicking his shins, knocking my knees against his. “Isaiah, Trent’s in there. He’s going to kill her. ”
“Let’s go. ” His growl rumbles against my ear.
“Did you hear me?” He couldn’t have. Isaiah would never leave me to die, so he could never leave my mom. The one person I need.
“Yes. ” He presses against me and my smaller body yields to his. No. My elbows bend back and with open palms I shove at his chest. My heart convulses with the smack of my hands against his body. I hit him—my best friend.
I’ll do it again if he doesn’t let me go. “I hate you!”
“Good,” he says. His nostrils flare as he lightly shakes my hips. “Because I won’t feel bad when I toss you over my shoulder and throw you in the damned car. ”
My palms, still stinging from hitting him, rest on his chest. His heart beats wildly, matching the crazy glare in his eyes. Isaiah means what he says.
So do I. “I’m not leaving without her. ”
“Get in the car before I force you into it. ”
His hands tighten. A warning. A threat. My chest constricts, making it impossible to breathe. Impossible to think. “He hits her. ”
I say it like it’s a secret. Because it is. My secret. The secret I hide from everyone. The secret that leads to my worst secret: he hits me.
Isaiah knows this already, but it’s different. I’m saying it out loud. I’m making it real. And I’m asking him to save me. I’m asking him to save her.
Isaiah presses his face unimaginably close to mine. “He will never touch you again. ”
My throat swells and my voice comes out small. “I’ll let him if it saves her. ”
A visible shiver runs through his body and his hands release my waist. Becoming a brick wall, Isaiah plants his feet on the ground and crosses his arms over his chest, practically daring me to move past him.
I step to the left. Isaiah steps with me. I step to the right. He mirrors the movement. “The car, Beth. Now. ”
“Get out of my way!” He doesn’t and I feel like a cat trapped in a box. I claw at his chest.
Push. Hit. Scream. Yell. Curse. Until my hands pound against him again and again and again.
Frustrated. Angry. Betrayed.
