MY SWEETEST ESCAPE

by My Sweet Escape (My Favorite Mistake #2)

  “No, thank you. I can pick out my own music.” That was a lie. I’d recently discovered The Black Keys, and I was hoping to find more bands like them, but I was never going to ask Dusty. Not in a million years. “Are you stalking me? Because, seriously, it’s getting ridiculous.”

  “Maybe you’re the one who’s stalking me. I was here first. You came into my store.” I finally noticed he had a lanyard around his neck like the other guys who worked here.

  “Oh, so this is your store? Do you own it?”

  “Nope, but I do work here. And I’ve been going to Yellowfield House longer than you, too. So I was here first.”

  “I don’t give a shit,” I said, putting the CD back. Even my music sanctuary had been invaded.

  “So you’re into music,” Dusty said, straightening some of the CDs, as if he was pretending to work. “What kind?”

  “Taylor Swift,” I said, just to throw him. Granted, I had listened to plenty of her stuff and some of it wasn’t so bad. But he didn’t know that.

  “Well, we have a wide range of T Swift’s music for your listening pleasure.” He gestured toward the pop section. “I’m partial to her earlier work, but her newest album is getting great reviews.” I waited to see if he was being sarcastic.

  “Can you just let me browse without being harassed? I get it enough at Renee’s, and I don’t need it from everyone else.” Wow, I did not mean to be that honest. What was it with me today? I seemed to be vocalizing everything I was thinking whether I meant to or not.

  “Wow, easy, Red.” He put his hands up as if I’d held a gun to his head. “Just trying to be a good employee and help a customer, but if you want to be left alone, you got it.” He turned around and left before I could say anything else. I saw him talking to a few of the other guys and pointing at me. What fresh hell was this?

  He came back a few minutes later as I was searching through the alt-rock section.

  “Okay, so I’ve told everyone not to approach you unless you approach them first, so the store is yours, Joscelyn.” He waved his arms to indicate everything.

  “Thanks.” It sounded like a question.

  “Anytime.” One last grin and he was gone, off to the back of the store and through a door marked Employees Only. And I was left alone for the rest of my time in the store.

  I found a couple CDs, but didn’t look as close as I wanted because I felt like all eyes were on me, even though every time I looked up, one or more of the employees were giving me looks like I was going to run over and stab them or something. God only knew what he had told them so they’d leave me alone. Then again, I probably didn’t want to know.

  * * *

  When I got back from my little Bull Moose trip, there were several cars parked in the driveway, so I had to settle for parking in the street.

  “Hey, Miss I’m-not-going-to-text-my-sister-back.” Renee’s voice was the first thing I heard when I walked through the door and hung my coat up. Renee hopped up from the couch and came over to glare at me.

  “I was busy.”

  “Doing what?” She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. I pushed past her and went downstairs to put my stuff away. Of course she followed me.

  “Look, Renee, I know you find this hard to believe, but I didn’t do anything bad. I went to class, I had lunch, I went to Bull Moose and I came back here. That’s all. Besides, how can I do anything with you riding my ass at every turn?”

  Instead of yelling at me she just tossed her hands in the air and then banged them on her thighs.

  “Why are you being like this, Jos? What happened to my little sister who never, ever swore? I don’t feel like I know you anymore.”

  “Maybe you didn’t know me before. Maybe that girl was a lie.” She had been a lie. That girl had a metal rod shoved so far up her butt she was choking on it. That girl was so afraid of stepping out of line or making any waves that she never did anything. Never broke curfew. Never got drunk. Never did anything that could be construed as wild, or out of control, or free.

  She was so fucking uptight that she barely ever laughed. Or smiled. Or had any fun of any kind. That girl never would have just sat in a dark room and listened to music without it having a purpose. Being that girl was exhausting, but no one knew.

  “I just don’t know what to say to you anymore, Jos. You’re my sister and I feel like you’re a complete stranger. What am I supposed to do?” For the first time, I heard the hopelessness in her voice. Renee didn’t get hopeless. She didn’t get weak. She was always tough as nails; she had to be with our crazy parents.

  “You don’t have to do anything. Just...give me some space. I can’t breathe.” I sat down on my bed and she came and sat next to me.

  “I never thought that I would be this worried about you. You’re the good one. You made the rest of us look like losers. It was hell when our report cards would come out and you’d always have A’s and the rest of us had to compete with that. It sucked, by the way.” She bumped my shoulder with hers.

  “I’m sorry?”

  “No, I just wish I had been the one who could have set the good example. You know, I’m supposed to be the oldest and all that. I tried, but you were always better.”

  Was. Past tense.

  She touched my hair. “Are you ever going to tell me what happened last year?”

  I shook my head. “I just decided that life was worth living, and I hadn’t been.”

  “All of a sudden? Carpe diem?”

  Sure.

  “Something like that.”

  Chapter 8

  I ran into Hannah in my bio 202 class the next day. It was cruel, but the university required that we have at least six credits in science, and I only had three. Once again, I figured bio would be the way to go since it would be a huge class and I could probably show up or not show up and no one would know.

  “Hey, stalker,” Hannah said as I sat next to her. The classroom was one of the larger on campus, with what looked like stadium seating. Too bad we’d all be falling asleep and learning about ribosomes instead of watching an awesome movie, or a rock concert.

  “Maybe you’re stalking me.” There were quite a few empty seats around her, and I hoped they stayed that way.

  “Told you, I’m a people repeller,” Hannah said, leaning back in her seat. “Skittles?” She had another fresh bag and held it out to me.

  “No, thanks. I can’t eat Skittles without M&M’s.”

  “You serious?” She tossed a handful into her mouth and a few clattered to the floor.

  “Yeah. It’s not crazy, if you think about it.” I’d explained this quite a few times. “Skittles are like fruit, right? And M&M’s are chocolate. So it’s like chocolate-covered fruit. You should try it. Could change your life.”

  Hannah gave me a dubious look and munched her Skittles.

  “I’ll take your word for it.”

  The class filled up and the seats nearest us were the last to be filled by stragglers. Hannah and I spent most of the class writing notes back and forth because, honestly, it was boring as hell. I somehow managed to stay awake, but that was mostly due to Hannah. My second class of the day, something called the Nature and Language of Math, was equally boring and sleep-inducing.

  I went right back to the house after class and found it pretty quiet. Since there were so many people living in the house and everyone had something going on, Darah had made a chart on a whiteboard so everyone could write where they were when. I erased the words at class and wrote home next to my name.

  Taylor and Mase were the only ones home. I heard the washing machine going and some loud music coming from the man cave downstairs. Guess I couldn’t go to my room. Instead, I threw myself on the leather sofa and sighed.

  “That sounded like a heavy sigh.” Taylor’s voice pierced the
quiet. I sat up to find her leaning against the stairs.

  “It wasn’t, really.” She came and sat on the recliner, leaving me the entire couch.

  “So what do you think of UMaine? Is it everything you expected?”

  I shrugged.

  “It’s college. Pretty much like any other.”

  “Still. Everything going okay?”

  She was fishing and not doing a very good job of it.

  “Renee tell you to talk to me?” I grabbed the remote and turned on the massive television, flipping around until I found something decent. And by decent I meant a marathon of Behind the Music on VH1.

  “If I say no, you’ll know that I’m lying, so yes. She’s just worried about you.”

  “Well, she’s got lots of company in that department.”

  “I know things are kind of crazy for you right now, but I swear, they will get better. And lashing out feels good when you do it, but living with the consequences kind of sucks. I should know. I punched Hunter when I first met him. He’s got a hell of a hard face.” Renee hadn’t told me that story.

  “You did?”

  She smiled as if it was a fond memory and shook her head.

  “Yeah. He kind of cornered me, and I have a bit of a claustrophobia issue. To be fair, he totally deserved it.” I could imagine him provoking her. It seemed to be one of his favorite things to do.

  “I bet he did. How did you go from that to...being disgustingly in love?”

  She laughed.

  “He’s persistent. And has a high tolerance for me being mean and shoving him away.”

  “Huh.” Sounded familiar.

  She kicked out the footrest on the recliner and squinted at me, as if she was deciding something.

  “I was nearly raped, when I was younger. It was my sister’s older boyfriend, Travis, and he tried to rape her, too. She got over it and I never did. Hunter was the first guy that I let touch me. There was something about him that made me feel safe in a way I’d never felt safe before. I trusted him, even when I told myself not to. I let him in before I even knew that’s what I was doing. Sometimes you meet people like that. By the time you realize you’ve let them into your life, it’s too late, and usually by that point you can’t see life without them.”

  I knew exactly what she was talking about, and I found myself twisting the elephant charm on my bracelet. Yeah, I knew what she was talking about. But sometimes, those people get taken from you, and there’s nothing you can do to get them back.

  Even if she and Hunter broke up—which I couldn’t see happening—he was still alive. She could wake up every morning and know that, even if she didn’t see him, he existed in the world somewhere.

  “So yeah, that’s my story, the abridged version, and now things are...really good.” Yeah, I could see that. She stared down at her ring and twisted it on her finger.

  “Has anyone even stopped to think that I wasn’t okay before, and I am now? Just because I looked like I was keeping things together and was this perfect person doesn’t mean I was doing okay. Maybe that was my master plan, to make everyone think that.” Taylor thought about that for a second.

  “Like reverse psychology? Wow, you are smart. I wish I would have thought of that instead of just being a bitch to everyone. That probably would have worked a lot better than violence.” Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Mase emerged from the basement, his face with a sheen of sweat on it and his arms busting from the thin tank top he was wearing.

  “What are you doing down there? If I didn’t know that Darah was at work, I’d swear you guys were going at it,” Taylor said.

  Mase smiled and went to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

  “Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither were these arms.” He flexed and his arms bulged. They were, like, the size of my neck. “Gotta do some maintenance to keep them nice for Dare.”

  “One of those crazy workout videos again?” Taylor said, pretending to punch him. He collapsed, pretending she’d wounded him.

  “You’re welcome to join anytime.”

  “Yeah, I’d rather not. Kickboxing all the way.” He gulped down some water and wiped his face on her sleeve.

  “Ugh! You are disgusting!” She screamed and he chased her around the living room as the door opened.

  “Someone want to explain?” Hunter said, setting his bag down and watching as Mase growled at Taylor and she dived behind the recliner. “Dude, you are my family, but if you’re going after my girl, I will have to pound your ass,” Hunter said, but he wasn’t serious.

  “Aren’t you coming to rescue me? Isn’t that your job?” Taylor squealed as Mase dragged her out and tried to put her head under his sweaty armpit.

  “Oh, no, baby, you’re on your own. It’s all you, Miss. I’m just enjoying the view.”

  “Douche bag!” She managed to pinch Mase’s side and wiggle out from under his arm and rush toward Hunter.

  “See if I do anything nice for you anytime soon.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out she was talking about sexual favors. Disgusting.

  “How was your day, Little Ne?” Mase moved my feet and sat down next to me. I hoped he wasn’t going to wipe his sweat on me. Not that it would be any different than being at home with my siblings who often used my jeans and shirts as tissues.

  “Same as yesterday. It will probably be the same tomorrow.”

  “Wow, don’t sound so depressed. Most people your age would love to be living in this house. I mean, what more could you want?” He gestured to the beautifully furnished house.

  Freedom to do what I wanted. Freedom from being watched and criticized. But Mase wouldn’t understand that.

  “Nothing, I guess. You can ignore my bitching if you want,” I said.

  “Please tell me you won’t sync your period with the rest of the ladies in the house. It’s bad enough, and now the guys are outnumbered,” Mase said.

  “I’ll give it a shot, but no promises.” He held his fist out and I bumped it with mine and then we exploded at the same time and I couldn’t help but laugh. Hunter sat down on the recliner and Taylor sat in his lap.

  “So, I’ve got a performance this weekend. You guys in?” he said.

  Mase nodded. I was missing something.

  “Performance?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I’m in this a cappella group, the Steiners. God, that still sounds lame when I say it out loud. I was sort of forced to join after someone saw a poster for auditions,” Hunter said, staring at Taylor.

  “I’m someone,” Taylor said, raising her hand. “And you should come. It’s actually really cool. Dusty’s in it, too. He’s their beat boxer.”

  I wasn’t even surprised. Dusty Sharp was destined to show up in my life. I might as well accept it.

  “We might even do a certain song that I think you’d like. I can put in a request,” Hunter said.

  “Sure, why not? It’s not like I have anything better to do.” I needed to get a job soon, but I hadn’t talked to Renee about it yet. The plan was to find something, get myself hired and then tell her about it later so she couldn’t say anything about it.

  My first inclination, when I found out that there was a Bull Moose close to campus, was to try there, but now that I knew Dusty was there, that was out. I just wanted to do something that wouldn’t suck, but the chances of that happening were pretty slim. Still, I’d have to start looking. Maybe Hannah would have some ideas.

  “Awesome. You’ll like it, I swear,” Taylor said, tracing Hunter’s number seven tattoo. Paul was the only guy in the house without any ink. I’d considered getting some myself, especially now. I wanted something on my body that reminded me of him. Something that would make me think of him and what little time he’d been in my life that would influence me. That was what I missed the most, second to h
im. It was his influence.

  But I knew Renee would have a litter of two-headed kittens if she found out I was even considering getting inked. I’d have to wait until she’d stopped watching me like a hawk. It was something to think about. Soonish.

  Soon everyone was home and the dinner-making commenced. It was Renee and Paul’s turn and they opted for pasta again, since they could make a ton of it and different sauces and satisfy everyone. I lurked in the kitchen, feeling crappy about the conversation I’d had the night before with Renee. I was pretending to work on my homework for the next day, but I couldn’t focus on it.

  She was busy informing Paul the correct way to cook pasta, and he was taking it in stride. He was a saint, I swear. I couldn’t understand why he put up with her, except that he must really love her this time.

  “My God, Paul, it’s not rocket science, which you happen to know.”

  “I’m not a rocket scientist,” he said, leaning back and giving me a look.

  “Clearly not,” she snapped.

  “I’m going to go...be somewhere else,” he said, heading for the living room, where the rest of Yellowfield House was engaged in homework warfare. Renee put her hand on her head as if she had a headache when he left.

  “I swear, he gets on my last nerve sometimes.” She turned off the pasta pot and leaned back against the counter. “It’s a lot, you know? Living together.”

  “Do you regret it?”

  “No, definitely not. It’s just...sometimes I wonder if we moved too fast. Getting back together and then the house and everything. But that’s none of your business. I’m fine. How was school today?” My mother had never been the one to ask me that when I got home every day. It was always Renee who wanted to know about my assignments and so forth.

  “It’s fine. Pretty much the same.”

  “Are you still okay with your major?”

  “Yeah. It’s fine.”

  She shook her head as if she couldn’t believe what I was saying.

  “I never thought you would say that. I remember when we were kids and you snuck out of bed to watch the election results. I used to think you were a robot, or that there was at least something seriously wrong with you.”