Текст книги "The First Last Boy"

Автор книги: Sonya Weiss

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Chapter Two

TANA

I walked back inside the house with my lips still tingling from Ryan’s kiss. Kisses that gave a girl butterflies and caused her heart to race were things that happened in movies, not in reality. Yet, here I was, no doubt with a stupid grin on my face, dealing with butterflies and a racing heart. When I’d put my hand on his chest, I’d felt the solidness of his muscles and the strength there. My legs had quivered and I’d been surprised at how I’d pushed up against him without even thinking about it. It was a little surreal that we were going to cross the line of friendship to lovers.

When I’d first met him, I’d been caught up in such a dark, heavy space in my head and I couldn’t see a way out. After Dad supposedly lost all the money, I’d foolishly thought nothing would change. I’d assumed that I’d still be at the private school I’d attended with all my friends and my boyfriend, Tristan. I’d thought I had people in my life that I could count on.

But after my family’s fall from grace and the ensuing scandal and humiliation that followed in the wake, all my friends except for Shelby had stopped hanging with me. Then the phone calls had ended. They were busy going from one party to another. Shopping. Gossiping. Ruling high school. And I was officially the poor outcast, emphasis on the poor. My social standing took a nosedive and Tristan had broken up with me on social media. After neglecting to clue me in first. I’d seen pictures of him and his new girlfriend trying to swallow each other’s tonsils on Instagram.

Reeling from the all-guy’s-suck pain ripping through my heart, my parents splitting up, losing our home, and the worry about how we were going to survive without money, I’d gone to the park. I’d tried to get rid of the gnawing hurt in me by pounding my hands over and over onto the ground until my skin cracked and blood oozed out. What I’d hated was that I couldn’t make things better for my mom or for Mark. I was used to always making things better for them, often running interference when Dad was in one of his tear-everyone-down moods. I was helpless to ease Mom or Mark’s heartache. I could handle struggle if it was only me doing the struggling. But I hated seeing them suffer. Hated seeing the wounded, little boy hurt in Mark’s eyes when he’d asked to live with Dad and been told that he wasn’t wanted. The whole awful mess had played over and over in my head and that’s when Ryan had found me.

His eyes had held concern and a banked anger as he’d crouched down beside me and gently placed his hand on my shoulder. I’d jumped at the sudden contact and gasped when I’d seen him. With the fierce look of a warrior and the darkness in his eyes, he’d scared me at first. But then he’d told me that I was safe, that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt me. I knew what he’d mistakenly thought and I’d wanted to correct that. I’d ended up pouring my heart out to him, thinking he was a guy I’d never see again. But then I’d run into him at school a few days later.

“Better?” was all that he’d quietly said and I know it sounds stupid, but I’d recognized in that breathless moment that we were meant to meet, meant to become friends. We’d sort of stuck together since then.

Ryan was more than my anchor. He was the missing piece that I didn’t know had been missing until my life had intersected with his. Maybe I did just want to lose my virginity so I could experiment in college without that hanging over me. And maybe, deep down in an area of my heart that held the kind of secrets I lied to myself about, I wanted my first time to be with Ryan, the guy who made me feel protected, who’d given me hope when I’d lost mine. I still couldn’t believe that he’d said yes. Though I’d asked, I don’t know that I really believed he’d agree to it. I didn’t think there was any way he’d want me. Kissing me on the porch had disproved that when I’d felt the hard length of his erection pushing against me.

Walking into my room, I noticed that everything suddenly looked brighter, better. Beside the bed, I had a photo in a frame. Picking it up, I traced the swirling designs around the picture. Ryan and me. Smiling. The world at our feet. Taken on the unsanctioned-by-the-school Senior Cut Day, we’d blown out of town with a group of our friends and gone to see an indie rock band playing at a club just over the line in Indiana.

It was the first time that Ryan and I had danced together. And when our bodies had touched off and on throughout the dance, I’d felt something different, something sharper, edgier than friendship that made my mouth go dry. But Ryan being Ryan I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. I’d been too chicken to act on the urge to kiss him.

I was glad later that I hadn’t. When we left the club in the wee hours of the morning to head home, we’d brought an extra passenger. One of the girls from the band who couldn’t keep her hands off him. I’d known that Ryan had a reputation but I hadn’t ever had to ride side by side with one of his sexual partners before. She’d kept her tongue in his ear and her hand inching up his thigh and I’d felt knots in my stomach. He hadn’t even noticed that I’d disappeared into my shell and there was no way that I could have told him why I’d gone quiet.

Shaking off the memory, I stripped down to get ready for bed, wondering if tonight Ryan would be thinking about what it would be like to be with me.

*

RYAN

It took an hour to get home after I left Montana’s house. Normally, it was a fifteen to twenty minute drive, but I needed the call of the road to clear my head. Four wheels, the sweet night air blowing in my window, and an empty stretch of asphalt calmed my churning thoughts, fooling the demons waiting to drag me back to who I’d once been into thinking I had a handle on my life.

Sometimes, those demons were ones others set on me. The foster mom who’d locked me in the trunk of her car every weekend while she got drunk at bars gave me the demon of drinking to forget. The foster dad who liked to heat spoons up on the stove and then stick them to my back gave me the demon of rage. Those demons made me feel like I was bits and pieces of a puzzle that others had put together. Sometimes, they were demons I unleashed on myself. Those were the hardest ones to live with because they made me hate the guy I saw in the mirror. I exhaled, blowing away the thoughts. I didn’t like thinking about the guy I’d been. The way he’d treated people, the things he’d done to stay alive wasn’t who I wanted to be.

Eventually, I turned around and headed home. In my neighborhood, on the wrong side of Southtown Freeway, empty lots intermingled with the occasional abandoned home wearing plywood in place of windows and doors that had become Caldwell, Michigan’s trademark.

I lived with three other foster boys in Mama Leena’s two-story house. The house, built in the late 1800s, had blue-gray siding and was one of the better homes in the area. Everyone in the neighborhood referred to it as “that house with all those kids.” Over the years, the home had seen dozens of kids come and go.

Leena owned a successful temp service helping companies find employees. The Michigan Chronicle did a story on her for one of their Who’s Who features several years ago when she’d run for county council. She was known to take in foster kids who didn’t have any other place to go and she didn’t give a damn what our skin color or story was. She had two rules. Don’t break the law and don’t mess with her teenage daughter, Destiny.

When I pulled past the crooked tree and into the driveway, Juvante, the foster brother I was closest to yelled my name from his spot on the porch. Cooper was beside him and raised his chin my direction. From the time he’d been born, Cooper had only been known by the name Bastard. He was six before he’d learned it wasn’t his real name. He’d been found living in a closet in a house that had made Mama cry when the social worker had shown her the photos. By the time Mama Leena adopted him when he was a teenager, the hardness of the street had taken almost everything that was good in him the same way it had me.

Cooper, Juvante, and I ended up on the wrong side of the law for shit I didn’t get involved with anymore. Not since I’d seen a friend bleed out right in front of me and learned that while blood washes out of clothes, it never washes out of the soul.

Juvante made a dash for me, grabbed me around the shoulders and screamed in a falsetto. “The boy is home from chasing girls. Knock anyone up today?”

I gave him a hard elbow jab to the ribs. “That’s your life story, not mine.”

He shook his head and grimaced, rubbing his side, looking sheepishly between Cooper and me. “I told y’all she’s lying. There’s a reason they call that girl Gym. She’s so loose she can take in the whole damn team plus all the spectators.” Laughing, he sobered up quickly when the screen door flung open and Destiny yelled out that he had a phone call from a girl. Juvante had girls chasing him like he was a rock star.

“How many times do I have to tell you to take a number?”

Destiny looked over her shoulder to make sure Leena wasn’t near and when she looked back, she flipped him off.

“If she was older than sixteen...” Juvante said.

“Leena would kick your ass even if Destiny was thirty. You’re not good enough for her daughter.”

“Bro, fuck you.” Juvante popped the back of my head and then bounced around with his hands up in a boxer’s stance. “He moves to the left. Then to the right. Kidney punch and my brother from another mother is down, crying like a little bitch.”

I gave him a look. A sadistic asshole at one of my former foster homes taught me bare knuckle boxing, locking me in a room with him, drilling the techniques into me for endless hours a day and if I screwed up, he’d make me start all over. No food, no water, no sleep. Those were privileges for winners and losers didn’t deserve them.

When I’d caught him beating his daughter, I’d shown him how well I’d learned his lessons. Since then, I’d left my share of guys down, writhing in the dirt, faces drawn in pain. I’d never lost any kind of fight and Juvante knew it. Not because I was the best, but because I didn’t quit. Quitting earned a man a reputation as an easy mark.

Juvante held his hand up. “You know I’m playing with you.” He shuffled his feet. “Are you sure you’re not coming back from a tail run?”

”Positive.”

He put one hand over his heart and raised the other hand toward the sky. “Praise Jesus, Mama Leena has finally convinced one of her boys to walk the straight and narrow like good church people do.” Juvante once lived in a foster home where the father used to drag all the kids to church every Sunday and knock them around the other six days. He hated any kind of organized religion and people who pushed it, but he respected Mama Leena because she was real.

“Juvante Willis!”

“Oh, shit!” Juvante ducked to the back of my car and crouched by the bumper when he heard Mama Leena’s voice.

Cooper and I laughed and headed toward the front door. Juvante wasn’t afraid of anything or anyone. But like me, he hated disappointing Mama Leena. She believed in all her boys and thought we were going to change the world. When I’d graduated high school, I swear she’d screamed my name with such enthusiasm that it’d made my ears ring.

Inside the house, Mama Leena looked at us with a penetrating stare. She wore her customary business suit and nice jewelry. At forty, she was an attractive woman, but said she didn’t have time to date whenever we’d tease her about it. Her sister told me she thought the truth was there weren’t a lot of men willing to take on a house full of foster kids. But I think Mama Leena still grieved over the loss of her husband Sam who’d died six years ago in a car accident.

Moving her briefcase from the coffee table, she pointed at me and then to the sofa. “Coop, you and Ryan sit down for a minute, please.”

“Can’t stay.” Cooper bent to press a kiss against the side of her face. Though he had his own place now, he’d often stop by check in on Mama and try to give her money that she wouldn’t take. “I’m heading to work.”

She grabbed his hand, searching his face with worried eyes. “Everything okay?”

He gave her a smile that was pure bullshit. “Fine.”

I knew his rich girlfriend had dumped him for a well-connected society asshole and it had thrown him for a loop. Cooper had only been a distraction for her she’d said. I’d fished his drunk and totaled ass out of so many bars these last two weeks that I’d lost count. I’d calmed bartenders, bouncers and boyfriends who wanted to beat Cooper’s skull in for the shit he’d stirred up in the bars. He shot me a warning look not to say anything. “See you later.”

“Did you eat?” Mama Leena refocused on me after Coop left.

I walked over to the sofa and picked up a flowered pillow to move it out of my way. “I had some pizza at Tana’s house.”

That earned me a look of frowning reproach. “Ryan, I hope you’re being careful.”

“I’m good.” I didn’t need to hear another lecture on being careful around girls, especially Tana. I sat down beside Destiny and nudged her. “There’s probably something better on if you want to change the channel.”

She put the remote on the other side of her leg. “I’m watching my show so you leave me alone.”

“You know I’m your favorite brother.”

“You’re a pain.” Destiny slapped my arm when I reached across her and snagged the remote. “I mean it, Ryan. Don’t you switch it.”

“Did you finish filling out those college applications I left in your room?” Mama Leena asked.

“Yeah.” I pressed the remote but looked away from the television when Destiny snickered.

Mama Leena pulled a stack of crumpled applications from beneath the thick family photo album she kept on top of the coffee table. She had a picture of every single foster kid she’d cared for even if they only stayed a few days. “You mean these applications I found in your trashcan?”

“They want me to write an essay about my life for each application. What the fuck am I supposed to say? That I’m lucky I’m not doing a dime upstate for all the shit I’ve done?”

“You know better than to use that kind of language in this house,” she said sharply, then sighed, and her voice softened. “I know you’ve seen things when you were a child that no kid should ever see.” Her eyes watered with unshed tears and I wondered if she was imagining the picture a social worker had given her of me wearing a thick dog collar and chained in a backyard to a dog house.

“No one’s denying that you’ve had a rough start, but don’t let your past trap you. Don’t let those people who should have cared for you and didn’t be part of your present. Ryan, you deserve a good life, a better one than working at the garage.” She reached over and took my hand. “I believe you were meant for more.”

“Like flipping burgers.” Destiny snickered.

“Destiny, shut off the television. I want to talk to Ryan alone.”

Destiny knew better than to argue. She glared at me when she left and seconds later, music wafted loudly from the direction of her room.

Mama Leena squeezed my hand and held it. “I know what it’s like to grow up hard and not have anyone rooting for you.”

I knew that while she’d been raised in a well-to-do doctor’s home, she’d experienced some tough things, but she kept the details to herself.

“Ryan, son, look at me.”

When I did, she said, “Out of all my boys, I worry about you the most. You have a fire in you that can be used for good, but when you let it burn unchecked, it has the potential to destroy you. I’m afraid if you don’t get out of this city, away from your former life, you’re going to end up right back where you came from. I know the streets don’t like to let anyone go. I know you have to fight every day to keep from being who you used to be.” Her lip quivered. “If that happened to you, it would break my heart.”

The old familiar ache curled in the center of my chest whenever I thought about the fallout from my past. “I don’t run with the crew any more. Not since Donny was killed.”

“There’s more to leaving that life behind than just not running with that old crowd. You’re still holding onto that part of you in case you need it.”

I clenched my teeth together. The guy I’d once been was quiet, trying to be a better person but that didn’t mean he was gone for good. I knew it, she knew it, there wasn’t any use denying it.

She heaved a sigh and moved to stand in front of me. Dropping the applications in my lap, she said, “I’ve told you I’ll pay for your first year of college. But you have to take the initial step.”

“I’ll make my own way in the world.”

“It’s not a hand out, it’s a hand up because we’re family and that’s what families do. When you get where you want to be in life, you can pay it forward and be a blessing to someone else.”

When I didn’t say anything, she sighed again. “You’re as stubborn as my Sam was.” A smile crossed her lips at the memory before sadness chased it away. “Tell Juvante to get in here and eat something.”

I walked outside, thankful to be away from all the hope she had in me that I didn’t have. Every time she talked about family and believing in me, it stung because I knew my track record. I knew what lingered in me. It was only a matter of time before I did something that would destroy her hope.

Juvante wasn’t in sight so I went to the end of the driveway. As soon I could see both ends of the street, headlights went on and a car took off at a fast speed, narrowly missing a truck parked next door.

Juvante jogged up to me with a sheepish look on his face.

“Tell me that wasn’t Chanos.” That was a devil from my past I’d rather forget.

He scoffed at me, rolling his eyes. “You know I don’t fuck around with dealers. ‘Specially one as crazy as his ass.”

I suspected he was working something, but trying to pry it out of him wouldn’t do any good. He’d talk when he was ready. “Have you seen the others?”

He shook his head. “Destiny said Clarke and Roman were working late.”

That didn’t make sense. I looked at my watch. “The warehouse is letting them pull doubles? They told me they were working this morning.”

“I am not my brothers’ keeper, brother.” He looped his arm across my shoulder. “Coop okay?”

“No, but he will be.”

“He should’ve learned. I keep telling y’all not to mess with rich pussy. Poor pussy’s grateful for the attention. Rich pussy can afford to be choosy.”

I pushed against him. “You’re so fucked up, you know that, right?”

“That’s beside the point.” Juvante laughed. “You keep hanging with Tana, you’re gonna see what I mean about rich pussy.”

I hit his shoulder and he stumbled away, rubbing his arm and looking at me in surprise.

“Don’t talk like that. Not Tana.”

He whistled, then shook his head. “You and I have been through some shit and we’ve never let a girl come between us before. You’re going get all twisted up over a girl? I like Tana, you know I do, but you better leave that alone. You don’t want to be a rich pussy’s bitch.”

“I’m not playing. Leave Tana out of it.”

“Alright, man. Alright, I get it. Tana’s off the table, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. Girls that get in here,” He smacked his hand over my heart. “They always fuck with this.” He tapped my head and then jogged off ahead of me.

He was blowing smoke. I cared about Tana and I cared more than I ever had for any other girl, but I wasn’t in love with her and never would be so she’d never be able to fuck with my heart or my head. I pushed thoughts of Tana away and walked back to the house and right before I stepped onto the porch, I looked up at the inky black sky. So many nights I’d lain in an abandoned house staring through the holes in the roof at the sky, wondering if that would be the day my luck ran out.

I’d come to live with Mama Leena when I was fifteen, right before I’d found Tana in the park. I admired Mama’s belief that life was full of possibilities, that everyone deserved a second chance, but reality told a different story. Some of us were marked from the day we were born. We treaded time until we ended up on an autopsy table, gray and naked while some cop bragged about how he’d taken one of the fuckers down. Just like in that alley with Donny.