"Which one?"

He pointed at the far end of the little park. There was a huge viking longboat with a dragon head on either end, swinging back and forth until it went from horizontal to just past vertical.

"I am not riding that," I declared.

"Oh, come on. Look at all the people doing it. We'll be fine."

Somehow, he ended up pulling me into the line with him. My heart pounded harder the closer we came to getting on. I almost ducked into the exit line when he handed over the tickets for our spots on the ride, but he gave my hand a squeeze and pulled me along with him.

"It's not as bad if we sit at the end," he said.

Like a fool, I believed him.

A cross bar tightened over my legs, and I clung to Victor for dear life, hugging his arm and clutching my rabbit. He pulled my hat off and held it in his other hand, and the boat started to swing. It was only moving a little, building up momentum, but I knew it was a mistake. I clutched him tighter as it moved a little more with each swing, my stomach always just behind, or so it felt. When I opened my eyes next the boat began its first real swing, and the ground swept away, too far away. I screamed into his shoulder and pulled him tight, and then we reached the top. Everything went weightless. The boat swung the other way, and I felt like I was dangling inches above the ground at the other end of the swing, only to sweep backwards. Not being able to see made it worse and I jammed my face into his shoulder, hiding.

It was exhilarating. It couldn't have been five minutes, but it felt like we were swinging for an hour. By the time the boat stopped, I was molded against his body and panting. I walked oddly down the exit ramp. He never once let go of my hand, until he settled my hat back on my head.

We took every adult-sized ride in the park. The spinning teacups had me screaming, the helicopter ride had me staring out at the ocean as it carried us high over the park. The only one I refused was the haunted house.

My head still swimming from the pounding I took on the bumper cars, I walked with him down the boardwalk. We ate hotdogs on the way back to the car, and I ate a funnel cake on the way back to school. I broke off pieces and fed them to him as he drove, and shuddered in strange excitement when he lightly licked powdered sugar from my fingers. The crispy, sugar dough melted in my mouth, so sweet it made me sick, but I didn't care.

I was so happy, I never once noticed that we were being followed.

Chapter Twelve.

Evelyn It was a Tuesday, in the afternoon, after my introductory math class ended. The work was trivial. I barely paid attention. My tutors did a masterful job of preparing me.

My phone rang.

"Evelyn," my father said.

"Hello, Father," I said, cheerfully. "How are you?"

"Shut up," he growled. "Walk back to your dormitory. Now."

He hung up.

I almost dropped the phone. My fingers were trembling. Victor would be over after classes to pick me up. If Father saw us together...

He was waiting for me. I knew it. My feet moved on their own. I drifted out of the lecture hall and down the hall, then outside. Then, I saw him. He was standing on the sidewalk in front of my dormitory building. After a quick glance to either side, I rushed across the street and walked up to him, clutching books to my chest.

"Hello, Father." I said, warily. "I need to..."

"Get in the car."

He was parked illegally in the street. I went over anyway and got in, my temples pounding as I waited for him to get in. He started driving.

"Victor is here and you've been seeing him socially."

"He took me to the beach," I murmured, in a very small voice.

"To the movies, to the park. You see him almost every day."

"Yes." There was no point in lying. He would know. He always knew.

"What do you do with him?"

His hands tightened on the steering wheel. I clutched the books harder to my chest. "I... I don't want to talk about it."

"Has he fucked you yet?"

The question was like a slap to the face, like cold water dumped on my head.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"That... I...

I hadn't slept with him. Not yet, but when he spoke like that, Father was at his angriest. I tried to sink through the seat and disappear.

"You're coming with me."

"Where?"

"Home. I'll make arrangements for you to transfer to another school. Had I known the boy transferred here I would have taken care of it already. I'll send someone to gather your things. We're leaving. Now."

"No."

He slammed on the brakes and stopped the car. "What did you say?"

"I said no," I snapped back at him. "I like it here. I like Victor. He's fun. I have fun with him."

"You're not here to have fun."

"You're not paying for this. I earned the scholarship."

I reached for the door. He hit the power locks. I popped the lock and he seized my arm in a vice grip, yanked me back into the seat and floored the gas, throwing me back.

"You can't!" I screamed, "You can't!"

He slapped me.

It knocked me back in the seat. I covered my mouth. My fingers came away stained with a hint of red from my split lip. I didn't even feel the pain.

I let out a low whine as the tears started to flow.

"Stop that," he snarled. "How many times do I have to teach you to keep your emotions under control? You're a girl. If someone sees you crying you'll be destroyed. You have to be ice, Evelyn. Ice."

"I don't want to be ice. I want to go home."

"We are."

"Not with you."

The steering wheel creaked under his fingers. "I will tolerate this for now. You'll come to understand after you calm down and we have a chance to talk. After I speak with Karen and Victor leaves, you might be allowed to come back here. I can understand your wishes to stay. I'd rather you graduated from my alma mater as well, but-"

"No. No. You are not going to take him away from me."

"He's your stepbrother, Evelyn. It's unseemly, and I already have..."

"Have what?"

"Nothing. Nevermind. Be quiet. It's a long ride and I'd rather not listen to your inane chatter the entire way."

I was going to say something else when a white shape rocketed past his side of the car. Victor's Firebird blasted past us and her tires shrieked as Victor wrestled the wheel around. The car bucked on its springs as he came to a stop across the road. Father slammed on the brakes again, stopping short. He turned the wheel sharply and hit the gas, trying to drive around, but Victor rolled forward, blocking his path. He leapt out of the Firebird and ran around the back, threw open the trunk and pulled out the longest, heaviest wrench I'd ever seen. It was as long as his forearm and looked like it weighed twenty pounds. To my utter shock, Jennifer was in the passenger's seat. She got out as well, following Victor.

"Out of the car," he bellowed, in a voice that shook the windows.

The wrench bobbed in his hand.

I wasted no time. I ripped the door lock open and spilled out, dropping my books in the process. I ran around and behind Victor. I clung to his back with my arms around him.

Father stepped out of the car.

"Evelyn," he said, calmly. "Get back in the car."

"No," I spat at him. "I won't."

"You heard her," said Victor. "Now kindly fuck off."

Father was livid. He bared his teeth, and turned redder by the second.

Jennifer took my arm. "Come on. I'll get your books."

"She's my daughter," Father said.

"This is how it works," said Victor. "You stay the fuck away from her or I have a long, detailed conversation with my mother."

Father's face was a frozen mask. His bright blue eyes burned almost as brightly as my nightmare. He didn't move.

"Get in your car, old man, and I don't bash your brains out."

I tensed, clutching Victor.

"Don't hurt him."

"Hurt him?" Father snorted. "I wouldn't worry about that, Evelyn. Get over here. We're leaving."

"No. I'm staying."

"You heard her," Jennifer added. "Leave."

He didn't, not until the sound of sirens rose in the distance. Then he walked over and got in the car, and nearly backed over my textbooks. He tossed my messenger bag on the ground, did a quick turn, and drove off in the opposite direction. Victor scooped up my things while Jennifer led me back to the car and crawled in the back seat. Victor got in and let out a deep breath, turned the car around and drove down a side street, back towards the college.

"Jesus," He said. His hands were shaking like leaves.

"How did you know?"

"Victor came to the room looking for you," Jennifer said, quietly. "I told him I saw you get in the car with him and Victor freaked out. That's your father?"

"Yes," I said, softly. I was starting to shake.

"We're going to talk to campus security," Victor said, calmly. "I don't want him around here."

Jennifer cleared her throat.

"Can you drop me off?"

"Yeah," Victor said. "Listen, Martin Ross is bad news. If you see him around, call somebody. Stay with other people. You shouldn't be involved in this at all."

"I couldn't just let him drive off with her," said Jennifer. "I should have gone outside when I saw, but..." she trailed off.

"Thank you," I said, turning to her.

We let her off out front of the dorm, and Victor sat there until she was inside before he drove off.

I buried my face in his shoulder and cried.

"You should stay with me tonight. I have my own room."

I swallowed, hard. "Is that a good idea?"

"I'm not going to pressure you to sleep with me."

"That's... that's not what I meant, I didn't mean it like that, I..."

"I didn't mean it like that, either. Stay with me, Eve."

"Okay."

"Let's get something to eat."