Chapter Twelve.

Evelyn It was a Tuesday, in the afternoon, after my introductory math cla.s.s 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.

"h.e.l.lo, 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 cla.s.ses 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.

"h.e.l.lo, 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 f.u.c.ked 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 pa.s.senger'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 f.u.c.k 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 f.u.c.k 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."

We drove out to a pizza place on the highway and ate there, split a medium with sausage and pepperoni between us. I don't know how Victor stayed in such amazing shape, eating the way he did. I felt calmer after I had some food, but I was still rattled and felt like someone was watching me as I tucked some clothes into my smallest bag and told Jennifer she had the room to herself that night. Victor parked the car while I was inside and met me out front, and walked with me across campus to the uppercla.s.smen's dormitories. His room was bigger than the one I shared with Jennifer. There was an extra bed. He had it taken apart and stacked up in the closet. After I came in, he started pulling out, meaning to put it together for me.

"You don't have to do that," I said. My voice was calm, but my body was in turmoil. My stomach was doing backflips, my heart was pounding.

I curled upon his bed without asking and took out a geography textbook. I had to study for cla.s.s the next day.

The words danced on the page. I suddenly didn't care much for arid and semi-arid lands.

Victor sat down next to me and I closed the book. Gently, he took it from my hands and set it on the other end of the bed. He put his arm around me and I leaned on him, sighing deeply.

"Say what you want, when you're ready."

I didn't know what to say for a long time.

When I finally blurted something out, it was just there.

"I wish I had a mom like yours."

Victor was quiet. I laid down with him, curled up against his side. He didn't press me or say anything. He just let me lay on his arm and rested his hand on my hip.

"I want my mom," I choked out, my voice tight with anguish.

"It still hurts," he said, finally. "I miss my father every day of my life. I'd give up the house and the car and everything else to have him back."

"I thought everyone was like me," I said. "I thought everyone's father was like mine. Jennifer told me about her father. He died not long ago."