10. Haven
Chapter 10
Haven
I wince when I accidentally slam my car door. The state this thing’s in, I wouldn’t be surprised if the fender falls off. I’ve got to be more careful. Auto repairs are definitely not in my budget. Not that I even have a budget. Money planning is only required if you actually have some.
The faint hum of Pie Palace’s white neon sign greets me as I walk around to the front of the building. I tug at the hem of my outfit—a faded mustard-yellow smock made from cheap polyester.
I couldn’t care what I look like. I just wish the thing didn’t itch so much.
It’s not like anyone from AHC is likely to see me in it. This diner is so close to Riverside, no one from the upper suburbs would dare eat here for fear of catching poverty.
I’m working behind the counter tonight, which I love because it means I can keep a flipped-open textbook hidden just out of sight to study from when I’m not serving customers.
“Coffee and pie.”
I take my pen out of my mouth and blink up at the guy sitting opposite me. I was so zoned in on my textbook, I didn’t notice him walking in.
As soon as I see his face, it feels like someone’s dragging my polyester dress up my back.
“Uh, yeah, sure. Coming right up.” I try to sound chipper, but there’s an uneven cadence in my voice.
I know this guy. Sure, Agony Hollow is a small town, so no duh, but I saw him like less than an hour ago.
In a car stopped behind me at the intersection as I was driving to work from campus ground.
I’m not imagining it.
Same wire-framed glasses and slack expression.
Same bright red hoody, like he intentionally put a warning sign on himself so people will stay away. And a faded black baseball cap, even though it’s night out.
Shake it off, Haven. People are allowed to travel across town to have pie. It’s not illegal. Just weird.
Looking as creepy as this dude does, though? That should be illegal.
I’m a little unsteady when I put down his coffee cup, but thankfully I don’t spill.
Is it time for my five-minute break yet? Screw it, I’m taking one. I need to pee anyway.
“There you go. Let me know if there’s anything else.”
He snatches my wrist as I’m turning to flee.
“Pie,” he murmurs.
My insides are shivering. “Oh, right.” I tug on my arm, but gently, so as not to anger him. “Sorry. We, uh, have, uh, apple.”
“Don’t like apple.” He stares at me like we’re having a blinking contest. But I’m practically fluttering my lashes in panic, so honestly, he can stop. He’s won.
“Key lime?”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Okay, uh…” I’ve literally forgotten what other pies we have.
“Got pecan?”
“Yes! Yes we do!”
“Don’t like pecan.”
Oh my God. I can’t take this anymore. How much shit will I get into if I throw his scalding hot coffee in his face?
A bell tings behind me. “Haven! Order up!”
The guy releases me, dropping his hand into his lap. “Forget the pie. I’m not hungry, anyway.”
I spin away from him and grab the plate from the pickup shelf, moving so quickly that the burger almost stays behind on the warm steel.
As soon as I’ve set the plate down in front of my customer on the other side of the counter, I yell, “Five-minute break!” to whoever the hell is in the vicinity and hurry for the diner’s back door.
I don’t smoke or drink, but I wish I had a bottle of vodka and a cigarette right now. Tipping my head up, I stare at the stars twinkling above me as I drink in some soothing night air.
This is all Kai’s fault.
He’s turned me into a fucking wreck.
I can talk myself down as much as I want. He’s a ticking time bomb and I don’t know when he’s going to explode in my face. Or how to defuse him.
My break ends up being ten minutes, because it takes that long for me to convince myself that the guy in the baseball cap who may or may not have followed me here is less scary than being broke.
I haven’t always been a model employee, and disappearing during a shift is asking for trouble.
When I go back inside, the guy in the red hoody is gone.
Thank fuck.
Danielle sees my shoulders slope down with relief and must mistake it for resignation because she gives me a pat on the arm as she passes. “Don’t worry, he paid.”
I clock out at ten that night with a faint headache and an urgent need for some sleep. Since I made a few bucks in tips and got some studying done, I’m going to call it a win.
Plus, I scored half a stale apple pie, a quarter gallon of questionable milk, and fries someone sent back because someone got their side order wrong.
Whoops.
I’m on a no-money diet. So yeah, I take them.
I’ve developed this fun new habit of juggling too many things as I try to get into my car. My apple pie almost ends up on the ground. But thankfully the car door is halfway open, so it crash lands on the front seat instead.
On top of my textbooks.
Shit.
Crouching half-in, half out of the car, I wedge the milk jug in the passenger-side footwell, between a wadded up sweater and a pair of distressed leather boots. Then I carefully scoop the apple pie back into the take-out container and start dusting crumbs and apple goo off the stack of library books.
“God, Haven, could you be more clumsy?” I mutter to myself as I pause to stare at my sticky hands.
“What about the time you fell into that puddle of mud by the creek?”
I knock my head as I shoot up in surprise.
The pie drops into the seat again.
“Fuck!”
“What happened to the girl who used to say ‘sugar?’” Kai peers calmly at me as I turn to face him, the heel of my hand pressed to the aching spot on my head.
“The fuck are you doing here?”
He shrugs, glances around. “Felt like some coffee. Pity you’re already closed.”
My car is the only one in the parking lot. Danielle parks in front of the diner because she says she gets all her steps in working her shift. All the customers have left.
Kai must have been waiting in the shadows, because I didn’t notice him when I came out. No one with good intentions lurks in the dark.
“Right,” I mutter, dropping my hands to my sides. “Let me guess, you were just in the neighborhood?”
“No.”
When he sees how surprised I am, he smiles wryly. “I’m not as good a liar as you are, Haven.”
It’s not the cool breeze blowing past us that makes my skin prickle. He walks closer, forcing me to back up, but there’s only a few inches for me to go before the back of my legs hit the car.
“I don’t come down to Riverside anymore. It’s too hard to get the stink out of my clothes. But when—“ he glances away for a second “—a friend of mine spotted you here, I had this sudden craving for pie.”
The guy in the red hoody.
I fucking knew something was up with that guy.
“Stay the hell away from me.”
We both move at the same time.
I slide to the side, grabbing the top of the car door so I can close it behind me. He darts forward, laying his hand over mine, blocking me in the gap with his body. There’s a pinch as he tightens his grip, then a burst of pain when pushes a hand into my chest, just below my collar bones, grinding me against the sharp jamb.
I grab the back of his hand, trying to pull him away. Trying to tug my fingers free where he has them curled over the top of the door.
“Leaving so soon? I thought we could reminisce about old times.”
“Kai, I swear, if you don’t?—“
His face twists, and he snatches his hand away from the door. “Why the fuck are you so sticky?”
“Apple pie.”
“The fuck?” he snaps.
“Pie. With apples. Apple. Pie .”
He must think I’m being condescending, but I’m just trying to say whatever he wants to hear, so he’ll let me go.
But the game’s rigged.
I gasp when he catches hold of my wrist and drags my arm up so he can sniff my fingers. He glances down at the streaks of pie filling coating my skin and then gives each finger a careful lick.
“I lied. It’s rat poison. Rat poison everywhere.”
He frowns as he glances past me into the car. His face shifts into a bemused smile. I can still see the anger bubbling under it, but he’s always liked his games.
Especially the cruel ones.
“Aw, Heavenly,” he says, releasing my wrist.
I might have tried to punch him, maybe claw at his face, pop an eyeball with my nail, I don’t know…but he’s too fast. The hand on my chest has already slid up to my throat, and he’s squeezing.
Hard.
“Rat poison pie is my favorite,” he whispers as he leans past me.
He must have scooped up a handful from the takeout container, because when Kai’s hand reappears, it’s dripping with filling.
I stare at him with sick fascination as he shoves the filling into his mouth, streaks of sauce and bits of apple smearing his lips and chin. “Oh, wow,” he mumbles around the pie. “It’s so good…”
But then he stops talking. Stops chewing. His top lip lifts in a sneer.
“Jesus, how old is this?”
I give him a tight smile. “You don’t like it? I’m sure I scraped off all the mold.”
And fuck if that split second of revulsion glinting in his green eyes doesn’t make me feel like the fucking Red Queen demanding someone’s head and seeing it roll at my feet.
Until anger replaces Kai’s shock.
He spits out the apple pie goo into his hand, his mouth still curled up in disgust.
Then he grabs my face in his hand and sinks his fingers between my teeth, forcing my mouth open.
“I don’t want your moldy fucking pie.”
I try to turn my face, but he follows, shoving the filling between my lips and cupping his hand over my mouth so I can’t spit it out.
I mean, I was going to eat it, anyway. Fuck it, I was looking forward to it. But having pie forced down your throat just isn’t the same. Especially when someone else has chewed it already.
I gag, then retch, but he’s always been stronger than me.
Older. Bigger. Harder.
Meaner.
When I start choking and he still doesn’t let go, a flip switches in my brain.
I let him get close because I still think of him as a friend. But the primal parts of my brain have finally accepted that this Kai isn’t the same Kai I remember.
Freeze. Fawn. Flee.
I guess it’s finally time to fight.
But he’s too close. I can’t even lift my knee.
So I worm a hand between us, and I grab his balls.
At least, I try to. I mean, it’s dark. We’re struggling. And in my defense, while I have a lot of practice grabbing life by the balls, those same principles don’t seem to work on Kai.
I end up with his dick in my hands.
Which isn’t limp.
Sure, it’s not rock hard either. Until I grab it.
We’re both so surprised that his hand falls away from my mouth and I just stare up at him, mouth agape, pie filling oozing over my lips.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, his voice dropping low. “Pie not doing it for you, baby? Want me to put something else in your mouth?”
I spit said pie into his face, more as an act of defiance than self defense. But it works both ways, because it gets in his eyes.
“Fuck!” He steps back to swipe it off. I slide out from under him and race around the car.
I could have bolted into the street, but in a race between me and Kai, I didn’t stand a chance when I was five. I sure as fuck don’t stand a chance now.
My keys jingle and jangle in my hand like a goddamn tambourine, but I force them to do what the fuck they’re told. I jam the key in the lock and turn, and I get that door open.
Only to have Kai slam it closed.
Thankfully, before any part of my body was inside the car, else he might have severed it.
A sticky hand grabs my hair, wrenching me back.
I scream, and get a hand slapped over my mouth for my efforts.
Lights whirl in my vision as Kai drags me to the side, the front of my body pressed to the car. He tries to keep me caged in, one hand to cut off any sound of protest, the other hunting for the car’s back passenger door handle.
As soon as I realize he wants to get me in there, a surge of adrenaline floods my veins.
I struggle with renewed vigor, twisting and writhing and bucking until his sticky hand slides off my mouth.
This time, when I scream, it’s with all the air in my lungs.
He grabs the back of my uniform, pulls me away from the car, and then slams me back.
Thank God I had my head turned to the side, or I’m sure he would have broken my nose. Instead, my jaw crashes against the edge of the roof.
Blinding white, and a shock of pain.
I go limp, and start sliding to the ground.
Kai drags me back up, flipping me around.
I still feel dazed, like everything’s moving in slow motion. He’s a blur against the night sky. But I can still feel when he grabs my face.
When he tilts my head back.
When a hand slides to the back of my neck.
“Haven?” There’s a tinny echo in his voice. “You get to heaven yet?”
A long exhale of warm breath on my face, then quick puffs as he speaks with his mouth so, so close.
“You’re hurting me,” I moan. Confused, frustrated, my face aching.
“Think this hurts?” he whispers furiously, his fingers tight on my jaw. “You set foot in that school again and I’ll hurt you so good you can’t fucking breathe.”
“Why are you doing this?” It’s a whimper, because that’s all I can manage, and I don’t know how else to make him stop.
“Think I didn’t have questions, huh?”
“Questions?” Even through the foggy, aching pain, I try to understand. “Ask me. Ask me anything.”
He laughs. Brittle, cold. “Why are you such a pathetic whore, Haven?”
I squeeze my eyes shut. “I don’t know…I don’t know what?—”
“You sure grew up fast, Miss H.”
Then there’s that warmth on my face again. But it’s not the air from his lungs.
It’s his tongue.
Sliding over my chin, my cheek, the tip of my nose.
“Sweetest poison I ever tasted,” he murmurs.
Then my body is slipping to the floor because there’s nothing holding it in place anymore.
Kai is gone, leaving only the memory of his tongue on my skin.
And an echo of his cruel words.
I’ll hurt you so good you can’t fucking breathe.