Devour

by E. K. Blair

  “I just don’t get why you would worry about maybe getting sick, especially when it wouldn’t happen for ages. You can’t change it, so what good is worrying going to do?” She shrugged and picked at her doll’s hair.

  She said it so simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world. She'd pointed out something so obvious that I hadn't ever considered it before. Not really.

  With all the years of paranoia, and grieving the loss of my life that may or may not happen in twenty or even forty years’ time, my parents had never thought to allow me to actually live. I’d never had the freedom—or the desire—to explore my life.

  The fact that it might be cut short should have been more reason for me to be living my dreams, not an excuse to hide away from everything I wanted. In the space of a few short minutes, this little girl and her simple outlook on life had changed my whole perspective on living and dying.

  I should've known it was her when I saw her again on that first day of school. It should've been obvious. But she'd changed, and so had I. The years had changed me.

  And I was soon to find out that they had changed her, too.

  This is our story.

  Chapter One

  Wrenn

  “What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.” –Henry Stanley Haskins.

  This time last year, I was normal.

  I had a great life in Washington, D.C. We lived in a huge house with a big, sprawling lawn. I went to a school I loved where I had lots of friends. This time last year I had a mom and a dad. A brother who, although at times he bugged the shit out of me, I adored. Then, just like that, they were gone.

  Dead. And I was alone.

  They say things happen for a reason, but for the life of me, I can’t figure out the reasoning behind that. What lesson could have possibly been big enough to require that kind of plan? To lose one family member is tragic, but to lose all three at one time is something I’ll never get over. No matter how much time passes, nothing will fill that gap. That aching in my heart will never dull, as long as I’m alive and breathing.

  My aunt and uncle have been wonderful. I have no idea how I would’ve gotten through the past year without their love and support. They took me into their home, no questions asked, trying their best to make me a part of their family. But I’ll never completely fit in. As much as I know they love me, nothing can replace my parents and my brother.

  All I can do is try to move on with my life and be someone my family would have been proud of. Try not to forget the wonderful things they instilled in me as a person.

  I so badly want to make them proud of me. I can’t bring them back. I can’t erase the past, but I can control my future.

  Chapter Two

  Wrenn

  Gasping for breath, I sat bolt upright in bed. Another nightmare. This time I’d woken up just as the car was careering into the tree, the moment of impact broken by my body jolting awake. The screams of Mom still rang in my ears as I tried to calm my body down. I shivered, the chill in the air colliding with the layer of sweat that covered me as I glanced at the clock.

  Almost seven. No point going back to sleep when I had to be up soon anyway.

  Wandering downstairs, I wrapped the tie of my light pink robe tightly around my waist. The accident was still so real in my mind, even after almost a year. Every little detail was so vivid, like it’d happened only yesterday. The sound of the tires skidding; the metallic taste of blood on my tongue.

  And the crying. Oh God, the crying.

  I rounded the bottom of the staircase and entered the kitchen. Layna was already up and making coffee, which shouldn’t have surprised me. She slept less than I did. She raised her eyebrows, her brown eyes brimming with concern as she slowly stirred her drink.

  “Up early,” she commented, raising her eyebrows.

  I nodded, focusing on her white robe, with little pink flowers embroidered around the collar. “Yeah. Another nightmare.” I grabbed a cup and slid it down the black and white speckled marble counter to her.

  She filled it and pushed it back. “Maybe talking to someone again might help?” she suggested.

  I shrugged. Talking didn’t help me sleep. Most nights I was lucky enough to get four broken hours, and I could function on that.

  “I’ll be fine. So, you’ve got the whole school in a twist with this new teacher you’ve hired. What’s he like?” I asked, making the most of being related to the headmistress, and also changing the subject.

  “Is it really that big a deal? He’s only here for eight weeks. So long as he can control you all, that’s all I care about,” she joked with a laugh.

  “How old is he?” I asked, raking my fingers through my long dark hair and twirling it into a braid over my shoulder. Like every other girl in school, I was hoping for young and hot.

  “I’m not having this conversation with you, Wrenn. You girls are ruthless.” She shook her head, her short blonde hair waving around her shoulders. I giggled and grabbed a granola bar, taking that and my coffee back upstairs to get ready.

  Showered and dressed in my uniform—complete with black tights, considering it was freaking freezing outside—I went back downstairs and grabbed my backpack. It was just after eight thirty. With less than fifteen minutes until my first class, I made my way across campus. First up was History, and like every other student in the entire school, I was curious to see the replacement for Ms. Lucas. Rumor had it he was young and cute, and that had me excited. A cute teacher to fantasize over? Um, yes please!

  Can you tell I didn’t get out much?

  Kassia was waiting for me outside the classroom when I arrived. She smiled when she spotted me. She was my best, and only, friend in this place. We’d started hanging out mainly because we were both social outcasts. Me, because I was...well, me, and her because she was a lesbian. Seriously, who outcasts someone just because they’re gay? She was the one person in this place who I could actually have fun with. Without her, this place would have ruined me a long time ago. I’d learned quickly that personality didn’t matter for shit in this place; all that mattered was your social standing and how much money you had. I was pretty damn low on both counts.

  “Did you see Paige Warner today? I swear her skirt is so short I can see her twat,” she mumbled under her breath.

  I snorted.

  “Ten bucks says she drops something in front of ‘Mr. New-and-Apparently-Hot Teacher’ just so she has to pick it up and give him a show. I wouldn’t put it past her to give him a freaking lap dance.”

  “And you’ll be right there watching,” I smirked, nudging her in the side.

  Paige was the definition of skank and the leader of the bitchy group that had taken it upon themselves to make mine and Kass’s life hell. At least I’d only had to suffer through the past semester. Poor Kass had been putting up with this shit for five years.

  Still, Paige was (as Kass would say) Playboy Playmate kind of hot, and like I could appreciate how sexy Roger Federer was—or maybe even this new hot teacher, Kass insisted on doing the same with Paige. She said that Paige’s nasty personality meant she didn’t have to feel bad about objectifying her, which always made me giggle.

  We walked inside and took the only two seats available, right down the back. I snorted. Paige turned around and glared at me, her eyes reducing to narrow slits. I rolled my eyes. There was a law against me snorting now?

  I’m sorry, but it was freaking hysterical that in the presence of a potentially hot new teacher, the whole classroom landscape had changed. The cool girls now sat front row center, chests stuck out, shirts unbuttoned, and legs crossed, ready to launch an attack on the poor, unsuspecting guy. I was already feeling sorry for him. Kass glanced at me and shook her head while giving Paige the finger. That made me snort again.

  Sliding into my seat, I dumped my bag on my desk and began to unpack my books. Uh-oh Mr. Teacher, you’re three minutes late. Not a good first impression. I flicked throu
gh my notebook, waiting impatiently for the class to begin.

  Everyone sat anxiously, eyes on the door, waiting for it to swing open. When it finally did, it was so quiet I swear you could have heard a pin drop.

  Holy mother of God.

  This was our new teacher? My heart was racing just looking at him. He was fucking adorable.

  He had light brown messy hair cut short enough that all he probably did was run a hand through it in the morning, and a crooked smile that sent my stomach into a spin. He was tall, athletic, and oh so sexy.

  But what I noticed first were his eyes.

  They were the deepest blue I’d ever seen. Beautiful long dark lashes framed them, and you couldn’t help but be drawn in. I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what it was, but there was something about him: something that made me lose all sense of everything else around me.

  He looked about mid-twentyish, his tanned skin criminal in the middle of this harsh winter. I glanced down at my own pasty white skin and silently cursed him.

  What the hell were they thinking, putting this poor guy in here among several hundred teenage girls, some of whom had been cooped up here so long that the only male specimen they had seen was the middle-aged science teacher with a beer gut that rivaled the belly of a heavily pregnant woman?

  That was just asking for trouble, and trust me—no one could quite cause trouble like some of these girls.

  He smiled again. Was he nervous? I sure would be. He looked pretty relaxed though, considering what he’d just walked into. He was like a piece of bloody meat in a tank full of sharks. I watched as he sat casually on the edge of his desk, hands in pockets, glancing around the room, apparently not fazed by every set of eyes in the area focused squarely on him.

  “Hey, I’m Mr. Reid. Your teacher has gone into labor, I hear, so you’re stuck with me for the next eight weeks.”

  God, even his voice was amazing—low and husky; he could’ve done voiceovers for porn ads. He smiled again and I nearly fell off my chair. Kass sniggered next to me. I shot her a look.

  “A little bit about me. I’m fresh out of college, and this is my first teaching assignment. I’m originally from a small town just north of Los Angeles. I like good music and classic movies, and teaching is all I’ve ever wanted to do.” He stood up and paced back and forth along the front of the room.

  “How about I get to know some of you?” There was a low rumble of giggles, from myself included, everyone thinking just how much they’d like to get to know Mr. Reid. “So I want each of you to stand up, tell me something about yourself, and then ask me something. Sound good?”

  We went around the room, girls nervously telling him something about themselves and then asking him a question, like his favorite color, or food. He pointed at Paige. She stood up, her eyes narrowing in on him as she smiled.

  “I’m Paige, and I love dancing. I have a very flexible body,” she practically purred. I groaned, embarrassed for her. Why didn’t she just try and mount him then and there?

  “Uh, well that’s good for your dancing,” he said, flustered. “And you’re question for me, Paige?”

  “Your phone number?” Everyone giggled. Kass caught my attention and rolled her eyes at me.

  “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” He chuckled, turning to Deena who sat next to Paige.

  My heart began to pound as it neared my turn. What did I tell him? What should I ask? These seemed like the most important decisions of my life right now. Forget about college, and things that were actually important, all I wanted to was to stand out from the rest of these girls.

  “And you?” His eyes met mine and I froze. Kass nudged me with her foot, forcing me back to reality. I stood up, my chair shooting back into the wall. I was the last person.

  “I’m Wrenn. I-I’m originally from Washington, and I just moved here a few months ago.” He smiled at me, his mesmerizing eyes making me dizzy.

  “What do you want to ask me, Wrenn?” Hearing him say my name made me begin to sweat. I could feel the trickle of perspiration running down the back of my neck. I hated being the center of attention, but being the focus of his attention was almost unbearable. I said the first thing that came to mind.

  “Mornings or evenings?” He raised his eyebrows at me, a shadow of a smile on his lips. “Are you a morning person, or a night owl?” I said, feeling the need to explain.

  “Definitely not a morning person. I don’t function very well before midday.”

  He grinned as I sank into my chair, his eyes lingering on me for another moment, before snapping back to attention.

  “Well, let’s get straight into things, huh? If you could all turn to page forty-six, one of you can run over what you covered in your last lesson.”

  I forced my attention away from the new teacher and focused on my books. I didn’t need a distraction right now, no matter how sexy the distraction was.

  The last year had been hard, and the last eight months had been hell. School was something I hated with a passion. It hadn’t always been that way though. Last year it had been a complete and utter different story. That’s how much things had changed.

  Last year I had friends, a boyfriend, and a family.

  And I wasn’t surrounded by money-obsessed skanks all day.

  Prep school was like my worst nightmare come true. When the thought ‘I wish I’d died along with the rest of my family’ crosses your mind on a daily basis, it’s pretty obvious you’re not in a great place emotionally. This place was hell. No, it was worse than hell, and I couldn’t wait to leave. I was counting the days until I graduated.

  Next month would mark exactly one year since I lost my family. It did get easier, but it’s not something you get over. The nightmares came most nights, and were almost expected. It was like a constant recount of what I’d lost.

  Every dream was the same: Me, in the back with my brother. I was wearing my new jeans. He had spilled soda in my lap and I was yelling at him. Mom was yelling at me to stop yelling, and Dad was trying to calm Mom down. I actually felt the moment the car hit the tree, the impact nearly splitting the car in half. I’d blacked out, and woken up in hospital.

  I knew before they’d even told me that my family was gone. I can’t explain it, but there was emptiness inside that hospital room, and I just knew. Maybe it was just anxiety I was feeling, but the dread I felt moments before they told me was inconceivable and unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. Unless you’ve lost someone close to you, understanding the pain of losing someone you love is something you’ll never quite understand. I’d lost grandparents when I was younger, and though that was sad I’d moved on, because that’s what you do. Death had always been something that was scary, but distant. I mean, nobody in my immediate family was going anywhere anytime soon, right?

  You always think it will never happen to you. I used to watch the news and see these horrific events and feel bad for the people involved, but never really consider that it was something that could happen to me.

  Until it did. Until that was me.

  How I survived, I have no idea. My injuries were minor compared to how bad they could have been: three broken ribs and a broken pelvis. I was in the hospital for three weeks, and then in a hotel for another four, with Layna staying with me until I’d recovered enough to move here. I couldn’t go back home; the idea of facing years and years of memories was too much.

  It was the psychological trauma that took the longest to get over—that I’m still getting over. The first few weeks after the accident, it didn’t feel real. It was like I was locked in a nightmare, just waiting to wake up. Even at the funeral, I struggled to comprehend that they were gone. I buried three family members in one afternoon, and there was still a part of me expecting Mom to come in and kiss me goodnight. Or for Jordan to call, begging for a lift home. Or to have Dad yell at me for using his car without permission.

  The moment I began to accept what had happened was in the fourth week, as we were packing up the house. I
’d stumbled across some photos taken during the vacation we took to Hawaii the summer before. We all looked so damn happy, lazing around the pool without a care in the world. Back then, my biggest problem had been deciding which shoes to wear with my new black and red sundress.

  I just lost it. I sat on my bedroom floor crying for hours, calling my voicemail over and over just so I could hear their voices once more. Even now, I still have those messages saved.

  Sometimes all I needed to hear was my mom saying ‘I love you’ to remember I was lucky enough to have had them at all.

  ***

  After the excitement of first period, the rest of the day paled in comparison. I saw Mr. Reid in the halls a few times. My palms would begin to sweat and my face would heat up, but he never even glanced at me. I was invisible and I liked it that way. I could look at him and fantasize from a distance without looking like a sex-starved maniac—like every other girl in school.

  The truth was, boys had been the last thing on my mind since the accident. Mr. Reid was the first guy I’d actually let myself be attracted to. That scared me a little, but knowing it wouldn’t go anywhere was comforting.

  On the way home, I stopped to use the bathroom. I was about to leave the stall when the door opened. Fucking great: it was Paige and her buddies. I quietly sat down, not game enough to leave until they had.

  “How hot is Mr. Reid? I’d let him fuck me any day of the week,” giggled Paige. Her friends laughed and agreed he was hot, arguing over who would have the best chance with him.

  “Have you seen my tits? Obviously I’m going to win. No guy can resist these.”

  I covered my mouth, smothering a laugh. That had to be Stacie. She was always going on about her breasts, which, in my opinion, weren’t all that.

  “Whatevs. You’ll all be paying up when I win. And I’ll be using that money to buy some sexy lingerie for when I fuck him,” Paige retorted. They all laughed and left the bathroom.