Page 106 of Hellbent

He let his vision loosen until Joey blurred into the wall behind her. He tracked the cool air through his nose, down his windpipe, into his stomach. Beneath his skin he sensed a turmoil, blood rushing through his veins. His thoughts cascaded, cards in a shuffled deck. Jack in free fall, a cup of half-drunk milk, the frayed shoulder of David Smith’s shirt—

Joey’s words slashed in at him. “This is fucking stupid.”

He opened his eyes fully. She’d come out of the pose, slumping forward, at once lax and agitated. He watched her twist one hand in the other.

“Okay,” he said.

“We done?”

“Sure.”

She didn’t move. She was glaring at him. “It didn’t do anything.”

“Sure it did,” Evan said. “It led you to anger.”

“That’s real useful. What am I supposed to do with that?”

“Ask yourself, what are you angry about?”

She got off the bed and stood facing the door. He watched her shoulders rise and fall with each breath.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

She wheeled on him. “Why would I tell you shit? You’ll just leave anyways. Once you’re done with me and we’re done with this.” She gestured to the bathroom and the Vault beyond. “Won’t you.”

“That doesn’t sound like a question,” Evan said. “It sounds like a dare.”

“Don’t turn it around on me,” she said. “It’s the only outcome.”

“There’s never only one outcome.”

“Yeah? How do you see it working? You’re gonna what? Drive me to school? Bake muffins for the PTA? Help me with my fucking calculus?”

“I think you’d probably help me with my calculus.”

She didn’t smile, barely even paused. “You’re just using me, like everyone else. You don’t get it. Why would you? You chose to leave the Program. You don’t know what it’s like to just be discarded. They threw me away ’cuz I was”—her lips pursed as she searched out the word—“deficient.”

“You’re not deficient.”

“Yeah, I am. I’m broken.”

“Then let’s unbreak you.”

“Oh, it’s that easy.”

“I’m not saying it’s easy. I’m saying it’s worth doing. Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.”

“Easy for you to say.” She wiped her nose, pigging it up. She looked so young. “‘Suffering is optional.’”

“Yes. Let me know when you’re ready to start giving it up.”

“I’ll fucking do that.”

She walked out.

He listened to her feet tap up the brief hall and across the great room, the noise echoing off all those hard surfaces. Then her steps quickened up the spiral stairs to the loft.

Evan exhaled, rubbed his eyes. When he was younger, Jack had always known what to do. When to answer, when to leave a silence for Evan to fill.