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The car spun. It kept spinning. I lost control.
“Logan. ” My voice doesn’t sound like my own.
Silence. My eyes stay closed and everything floats on a haze—like a dream. Maybe I am dreaming. No. We crashed. My eyes won’t open again so I throw my hand out toward the passenger side. It claws through the air and smacks the empty seat.
“Logan, answer me, man,” I call out louder. Something trickles down my nose and my mind drifts. Maybe this was only a dream.
Chapter 60
Rachel
I IGNORE ISAIAH’S MESSAGES. I’M in love with a guy who thinks I’m as weak as my brothers say I am. The sad part is, I almost believed I was strong.
Three knocks on the door and I know it’s Mom. “Come in. ”
With her blond hair slicked back into a ponytail at the nape of her neck, Mom pops her head in with a glowing smile. “Abby’s here. ”
“Abby?” I sit up. Mom fell in love with private school–going, rich Abby. Not that Abby wowed them with her personality as much as Mom is wowed I have a friend. I wonder how much she’ll love her if she discovers my new best friend deals drugs.
Mom widens the door to reveal Abby dressed in her typical black hoodie and painted-on jeans. I start to smile until I notice she won’t meet my gaze. She’s only avoided me once, and that was when Eric revealed her real job.
I slide off the bed and dismiss my mother with one word. “Thanks. ”
“Do you girls want anything?” Mom asks as she stands between us. “Food or drinks?”
Abby enters my room and handles a picture of me and my brothers. Her behavior is seriously freaking me out.
“No, thanks,” I say. “But we’ll let you know if we change our minds. ”
Mom claps her hands against her legs. “All right then. Oh. ” Her eyes brighten. “Abby, would you like to come to a charity event I’m throwing for the Leukemia Foundation on Saturday? It’ll be at The Lakes Country Club. Rachel will be speaking. ”
“Sure,” says Abby.
“Great!” Mom rattles out a few details neither Abby nor I catch before excusing herself.
When the door clicks shut, Abby puts the picture down. “Think of a good lie to leave, and think of it fast. Isaiah and Logan are in the hospital. ”
Chapter 61
Isaiah
MY HEAD THROBS. A PULSE that originates from the twelve stitches on my forehead and vibrates my skull. If it weren’t for my head, I’d probably feel the rest of my body. The doctor called me lucky. Lots of bruises. No broken bones. No internal injuries.
I’d feel luckier if someone would tell me about Logan. The bastard. . . my friend. . . a lump forms in my throat. . . I saw blood.
I raise my hand to my head. The tubing of the IV line rubs against my forearm.
“You shouldn’t touch it. ”
With the sight of her, my stomach twists to the point that the doctor may have to rethink internal injuries. “I’m not in the fucking mood, Beth. ”
A chair scrapes against the floor, causing the pounding in my head to increase. “We could be twins,” she says. “I’ve got a nice-size scar over my eye, too. ”
I drop my arm and stare at the girl I had thought I loved since I was fourteen. When I met her, she had straight black hair and an attitude that scared the shit out of bikers. The prickly disposition Beth used to carry as a physical shield no longer drapes her aura. There’s a peacefulness that surrounds her that I never noticed in all our years together.
“You got your scar because you wouldn’t listen,” I say.
Beth flashes her patented sarcastic grin. “Twenty dollars I’ll find out the same thing about you. ”
