Ugly girl

“Shit,” she sighs, starting to fully understand the importance of that knife. “Blake really loves you, hey?”

“More than you could possibly understand. The shit we’ve been through together…”

“What shit?” Maze whispers from the backseat, sounding hesitant. “You say that all the time; that you’ve been through some stuff but you’ve never actually talked about it. I feel like I hardly know you.”

That makes two of us.

My mind swirls with all the horrors I’ve faced over the past seventeen years. I don’t talk about it. Period. It’s my coping mechanism, yet I find myself wanting to. Though, what am I supposed to tell her? That I was abused for years? That I was stolen from my family by a mobster and sold to another? She wouldn’t even believe me if I told her the truth. So, I tell her what I can, what I’ll be able to get out without turning into a mess, and what parts of myself won’t have her thinking less of me, pitying me, and thinking I’m used.

“So, I used to live in Haven Falls with my family. My mom, dad, me and Blake. I was four and Blake had only just had his third birthday. Don’t ask me how, but I remember there being cake leftover in the fridge from his birthday party. I was mad because mom didn’t let me eat it. That night, Blake and I had already been tucked in and I remember waking to a loud noise and instantly being scared. Mom was screaming from the kitchen and then there was some kind of scuffle.”

“Home invasion?” Maze breathes.

I nod, looking back at her to see the horror on her face. “Of the worst kind.”

She swallows hard and waits for me to continue. “Blake was screaming in his room and I snuck out of my bed and ran to him. I was so worried that I was going to get in trouble for being out of my bed. Mom and dad were sticklers for their rules, but I couldn’t just stay there. I went to Blake and we hid under the bed. I was trying to be quiet but Blake was screaming so loud.

“The details are fuzzy now but I remember someone grabbing my hair and yanking me out from under Blake’s bed. It hurt so bad. I screamed and was thrown up the hallway while the guy held Blake dangling by his arm. Thinking back now, it’s probably the reason why Blake’s shoulder often dislocates,” I let out a heavy sigh. “Anyway, we were put on the couch and tied up, and the sight I saw will always stay with me.

“My parents were back to back on the floor, tied up with Anton Mathers and his men looking down on them. I couldn’t get Blake to stop crying, and fuck, I’m so happy that he has no recollection of all of this-”

Maze cuts me off. “Anton Mathers?”

“He’s a mobster and a horrid one at that. I didn’t know this until later, but my parents were struggling with money, something about a bad business deal and the possibility of losing their home. Their last resort was to borrow the money from Anton just to keep food on the table and when they couldn’t pay it back…”

“He came for them,” she finishes.

“Yeah, in a big fucking way.”

I hear Maze let out a horrified breath and I fight the tears that are threatening to spill. I’ve only told this story once and it was three weeks ago to a therapist that the state demanded I see before they put us with Shay and Ben.

“There was a kid, I don’t know, maybe he was eight or nine, somewhere around that age. I’ve always struggled with this bit but he had some sort of co

“The kid kept looking at me and Blake and then back to mom. He didn’t want to do it but every time he refused, Anton would hurt him. It was so bad. The kid was so strong, enduring so much pain, but by the end of it, he had no choice. He wasn’t strong enough. It was kill or be killed and I’m awful enough to wish he’d let Anton kill him but I see now that would have ended with both of them dead.

“I’ll never forget mom’s agony. It made Blake scream the house down but I couldn’t help him because I was watching my mother bleed out. I don’t think I really understood what I was seeing but something inside of me told me that I’d never see her again.

“Anton patted the kid on the back and ordered one of his men to take him away. My father was next but I was so distraught that I don’t remember how he went. I don’t know if it was brutal, slow or quick…I don’t know. All I remember after that was Anton’s men taking us and throwing us into the back of some dark car.”

“Fuck, Sky…” she says, struggling to find the right words, but she’ll never get them. There’s literally nothing anyone could say to make any of this okay.

“Yeah,” I agree.

“Tell me he got caught.”

I nod. “He was locked up a few years ago.”

“Oh, thank fuck. You can finally begin to move on knowing he’s being punished.”

My lips pull into a tight line. Anton is only the begi

“Yeah,” I sigh. “Something like that.”

I fall heavily against the back of the seat and glance around the cab. This car really is nice and fucking big. I’ve never understood why males need such big cars. Maybe they’re trying to overcompensate for something else. “We should hotbox this thing.”

Maze cracks into laughter as the sound of the car’s central locking echoes around the cab. Maze and I look at each other in horror. “Fuck,” she panics.

Both our heads snap back toward the school and see Slade, Damian, and Blake walking out of the gymnasium. “Oh, shit.”

“What are we supposed to do? I don’t want to be caught in here. My life would be over.”

I look around frantically and realize there’s only one way out, and with no other cars around to shield us, Maze isn’t going to like my plan.

Knowing the dark tint on the car will keep us concealed, I throw myself into the back and hurry to work the lock on the back slider window. My fingers fumbled with the latch but I’m able to slide it open just in time. Maze squeezes through first, doing her best to keep quiet before dropping down into the tray. I follow behind and have to have Maze help pull me out as my damn ass threatens to remain behind.

I silently drop down into the tray and sneak my hand up to slide the window closed. I hear their voices in the close distance, getting louder and louder by the second.

“We have to get out of here,” Maze insists.

“We can’t,” I say in a whisper. “There’s nowhere to hide. They’ll catch us for sure.”

She cringes and I watch as she becomes all fidgety. Their voices are right on us and I suck in a breath, hoping to God we don’t get caught. The car doors open and I hear bags being thrown in the back as the topic of the slight blue tinge marring Slade’s skin seems to keep them entertained.

My brother is still with them and I raise an eyebrow in shock as I hear him slide into the backseat of Slade’s Dodge RAM. That little traitor. He’s going to hear about this. If he’s the one who let Slade know where the hell we live, there’s going to be hell to pay.

“I got to give it to her,” Slade murmurs. “If it was any other game, I’d say it was a pretty fucking epic prank.”

My brow raises in surprise. “Yeah, watch out for her,” Blake chuckles. “She doesn’t fuck around.”

“No shit. I learned that the hard way. She turned me into a fucking smurf in front of the whole school. Coach threatened that I’ll be ru