Nausea swept through my stomach and I swallowed hard to keep it at bay, the red droplets near my hand beginning to form a pool.
“See you soon, Noah,” David said, sweeping my arms with his leg.
I hit the ground, my body heavy and I rolled to my side. The black clouds, thick with rain, were the last things I saw before I blacked out.
EIGHTEEN
The side of my face was frozen.
My eyes fluttered in protest as I tried to open them. I lay still for a moment, finally realizing I was on Bella’s couch, staring at her ceiling, with something extremely cold pressed to my face.
I reached up and grabbed a massive freezer bag full of ice. The plastic stuck to my skin and stung when I pulled it free.
“Are you okay?” Jackson asked.
His voice startled me because it was so close. I turned to the side and he was right next to my face, kneeling on the floor. His eyes were wide, rimmed with red.
“I’m okay,” I mumbled.
“You don’t look okay,” he said. “Your face is all messed up.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
“You have?”
I shifted on the couch and pain shot through my jaw and up into my temple. I bit my lip.
“I was kidding, Jax,” I said. “But I’m okay.”
His tiny hands held onto the sleeve of my T-shirt. “They’re always mean to Mommy.”
“Who?”
“The boys who hurt you.”
“She see them a lot?”
He nodded. “They always come here.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. She says I’m not allowed to ask.”
“Are they mean to you?”
He thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Not really. But they never wanna play Legos.”
“Jackson,” Bella said from somewhere I couldn’t see. “You were supposed to come get me when he woke up.”
“He just did.”
“I just did,” I said.
She appeared next to her son, dropping to her knees, too, on the side of the couch. “Okay. How are you?”
“Great.”
“Yeah. You look great.”
“Figured.”
She nudged Jackson. “Hey, buddy. Can you give me a minute with Noah?”
“Why?”
“Because I’d like to talk to him for just a minute.”
“I won’t listen,” Jackson said.
She smiled and ran a hand through his hair. “I know you won’t. But just give me a minute. Maybe go grab a couple of your stuffed animals and bring them out here to keep Noah company?”
His eyes lit up and he jumped to his feet. “Okay! I’ll be back.”
He sprinted out of the room.
Bella took the bag of ice from my hand and pressed it gently against my face. “You need this. Trust me.”
The cold bag stung my face.
“Thank you,” she said.
“For what?”
She put her elbow on the sofa next to me. “For showing up. Even though I was a complete bitch yesterday.”
“I was going to get a sandwich,” I said.
She smiled. “But you stopped. For me. For Jackson.”
My entire head throbbed and my eyes ached. I closed them.
“You should go to the hospital,” she said. “You probably have a concussion.”
I grunted my disapproval. There was nothing they could do for a concussion and going to a hospital would mean showing up in a computer somewhere.
“Sorta thought you’d say that,” she said. “I won’t argue. Right now, anyway. Are you thirsty?”
I managed to move my head enough to indicate that I was not.
“Rest then,” she said. “When you feel better, I’ll tell you. What’s going on. You at least deserve that.”
“Here, here!” Jackson said.
I opened my eyes to half-mast.
He set a small, brown monkey in the crook of my arm and a bright green cat on my stomach.
“Bert and Ernie,” he said.
“Wow,” Bella said, raising her eyes. “Your two favorites. That is big time.”
Jackson nodded enthusiastically.
I reached for the green cat-Ernie, apparently-and tucked him into my other arm. “Thanks, Jax. They help.”
“You’re welcome,” he said, holding onto my sleeve again. “I named them from those guys on TV. Those puppet people.”
I tried to nod but couldn’t. My eyes were heavy and I shut them again.
“Rest,” Bella said. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”
Her lips brushed my forehead as I drifted off.
NINETEEN
Liz filled my dreams.
Her face showed up in flashes, images of her smiling at me. Some from the ocean, some from her bedroom, some from restaurants, some from places I couldn’t see.
Then she was off in the distance, a stretch of sand I didn’t recognize. Her mouth was moving, but I couldn’t hear her. I called out to her, tried to get closer to her, but I still couldn’t hear. I walked at first, then ran. But no matter how fast I ran, I couldn’t get closer. She stayed off in the distance, now cupping her hands, like she was yelling toward me.
My feet pounded the sand, my legs churning as I tried to get to her.
Her hands were in the air now, waving at me as if she was trying to get my attention and I couldn’t see her.
But I could see her perfectly.
I just needed to get to her.
Finally, I seemed to be closing the distance. I could hear her voice, but couldn’t make out the words.
I ran harder.
I caught my toe in the sand and stumbled, nearly going face first into the sand.
I regained my balance and looked up.
She was gone.
Gone.
TWENTY
Something soft was brushing my face when I woke up.
I pushed my eyes open and the room was dim. I was still on the sofa and the ceiling was still above me. I twisted my head to the side, a flash of pain burning through my face. I winced, then opened my eyes to see what was tickling me.
It was Ernie. The stuffed cat. Leaning against the side of my face that hadn’t been bashed in. He’d somehow moved from just inside my elbow to taking a nap on my face.
I reached up and pulled him down, setting him next to Bert. Stiffness permeated my limbs and every movement felt slow, like I was just learning how to do it again. The side of my head pulsated with heat and pain. I took a deep breath and brought my legs over the side of the couch, pushing myself up to a sitting position.
The room wobbled in front of me and the pain in my head seemed to seep from one side to the other. A soft ringing in my ears got louder for a moment, then died off. I set my hands to the side of me, steadying myself against the cushions.
“You’re awake,” Bella said. “Again.”
I turned slowly to the side. She was standing at the edge of the room, just off the hallway, her arms folded, her eyes tired.
“I am,” I said.
She came over and sat down on the edge of the sofa next to me. “How do you feel?”
“Pretty crappy.”
“You look worse.”
“Thanks.”
“I took the ice off of you awhile ago,” she said. “It just kept falling to the floor because you kept shaking your head in your sleep.”
I nodded and a thin thread of pain rippled through my neck.
“I can help you get to my bed,” she said. “It’ll be more comfortable than the couch.”
“No, I’m fine,” I said. “I should go.”
“Go? Where? How?”
“Home.”
I pushed myself up. The floor slid out from underneath me and I toppled back into the couch.
Bella hurried over and helped me sit back upright.
“You aren’t going anywhere,” she said. “You’re a mess. You need to rest. And this couch isn’t big enough to hold you. I’m worried you’ll fall off. So I’ll help you get to my bed. I’m going to sleep in Jackson’s room.”
I wanted to argue because I just wanted to go, but the fact that I couldn’t even get to my feet made that a pointless wish. My head pounded, my face felt like it had been driven over and my legs couldn’t hold my weight. Even my stubbornness wasn’t going to get me out the door.