Chapter 33 #2
This is probably the first time he thinks before he jumps into a fight.
His eyes land on Lark, who’s buried her head against my coat.
I would make a move if it dried her tears and stopped her helpless cries.
Amanda comes to her, hugging her from behind.
Even encased in the love from both of us, her pain is palpable.
But Dane still chooses to hurt her. “Some fucking friend you are,” I spit at him.
“I’m sorry, Lark,” Dane says. “But it was a good deal I couldn’t pass up.”
Through whimpering cries, she turns her head while still tucked in my arms. “Where did you buy it?”
He still doesn’t answer, just standing there shaking his head like he’s trapped between a soft and a hard place. He’s not. He’s making his choice known. He’s not budging. He’s not choosing his friend.
I almost can’t blame him. I’d choose Lark if I were in the same situation. The difference is, I wouldn’t give her something stolen.
I need to get her out of here before this escalates and gets worse, if that’s even possible. It’s pretty damn bad as it is. Kissing her head, I whisper, “We’ll get it back. I promise. Let’s just leave for now. We’ll deal with it tomorrow.”
Betrayal sinks into her beautiful features, forcing them to fall under the weight of her tears.
Something sets Dane off, stealing our attention, and he sends his girlfriend to wait in the truck for him. Mia’s covering the diamond pin with her coat, hiding it from us as if Lark will steal it back if given a chance. I’m not sure she wouldn’t.
As soon as she’s gone, Dane says, “I’m sorry, Lark. You know I wouldn’t hurt you—”
“You’re hurting me. You’re doing it right now. You attacked my boyfriend, and now Mia’s wearing my . . . Liz’s stolen brooch.” Even in pain, she’s holding on to more than she realizes, refusing to give her mom any access to her heart. Though, by how upset she is, she did a long time ago.
I let her go because I need to let her experience it.
It’s the only way she’ll ever be able to package up that part of her life to manage it.
She moves closer to him, her hands praying.
“Please. Please give it back. I won’t ask where you got it or how.
I won’t ask any questions at all. I just want it back. ”
“You can ask, but it’s just a guy who used to hang around.”
“Who?”
“Because you ask doesn’t mean I can tell you.”
Lark’s hands fist at her sides, and I hear the deep breath she steals.
Dane continues, “It’s better that way. Safer.
” He’s staring at her, but I can see guilt beginning to riddle his eyes.
Good. He should feel shitty for what he’s doing to her.
“Anyway, it’s not like I asked where he got it.
I didn’t get it at the store in the mall or some shit like that.
You just don’t ask those kinds of questions when doing deals of that nature, especially when you know it’s hot. ”
Each step she takes is tentative, but she still braves the journey. “Dane,” she says, her voice so low it’s hard to hear, but the tremble is caught on the end. “I’m begging you. I’ll buy it from you. You can buy Mia something better, something . . . not stolen from one of your closest friends.”
“Lark, I would,” he says, glancing at the truck. “But she loves it. How can I take it from her now?”
“You just do.” Her voice rises in the cool air, becoming hoarse.
I look around at the surrounding houses. Lights are on, but no one’s come out to help or investigate. I’m kind of surprised the neighbors haven’t called the cops yet.
“I can’t,” he states, his tone unwavering, unlike hers. “I’m not going to upset Mia when she’s carrying my baby.”
When Dane looks at me again, I see it, as expected all along. Any hope of him doing the right thing has already disappeared from his eyes. I knew he’d hurt her, but he doesn’t matter. I’ll take care of her. I’ll make her feel so fucking loved that she won’t need him or that brooch.
He spews, “I’m sure your boyfriend can buy something even better.” As if he lacks a heart, he seems unable to see that it’s not about money for Lark.
Tears rattle her shoulders. “It was my mom’s.”
Disappointed that he won’t do this for her, I walk through the puddles that formed in the grass from an earlier storm and take her hand. She turns to me and buries her face against my chest. I say, “Be reasonable, man. You know what this means to her.”
“It means just as much to Mia,” he counters, ignoring that his friend is falling apart because of some selfish pride or something. I can’t figure him out.
He won’t sell it to Lark, so I know he won’t sell it to me. There’s no point in asking, at least not tonight when everyone’s heated. Instead, I say, “You’re such a fucking asshole.”
“Back at ya.”
Amanda steps in the middle of us. “Stop. This is too much.” Facing Dane, she says, “Look at Lark. Look at your friend. Are you really doing this? You’re going to keep it from her?”
“Don’t get involved, Amanda.”
“I’m involved because my best friend is involved, and I’ll always have her back.” She embraces Lark again. “This is your chance to do the right thing,” she says. “if you’re capable of it.”
I think they can ask and beg all they want, but he’s already decided. If he won’t give it to her because of the sentimental value, then nothing will change his mind.
Lark looks up at me. “I want to go home.”
Hearing her pain threaded through her tone, breaks me. I glare at him. “I’m starting to think you’re the one who stole it, asshole.”
Ignoring her altogether, he flips me the bird as he heads for the truck. “Fuck you.” He stops before he steps into the street and taps his truck. “You want to know where I got it? Fine. I’ll tell you, but remember, I tried to protect you, Lark.”
“Protect me how? You’re the one who’s betraying me.” She doesn’t have enough anger to hold on to now that hope has been dangled like a carrot in front of her.
I hate that fucker for giving Lark hope when I know she’ll only be disappointed. “This isn’t over,” I warn, a roar inside me itching to come out through my fists.
“Fine. You want to know how much it cost?” He looks me dead in the eyes, and a slimy grin appears. “A quarter bag and ten Oxy pills.” His arms go out like he’s getting the final laugh. “Your fucking cousin traded it for drugs.” Dane lands his final blow, hitting me right in the gut.