The Edge of Heaven (Broken Wings Duet Book 2)

by Gia Riley

  I had soup a couple of times in the hospital. Chicken, tomato, even clam chowder once. I wasn’t sure if I had a seafood allergy or not, but since I was already in the hospital, I figured it was safe to try. Turned out, clam chowder was gross. Those little rubbery bites were hard to chew, and the broth was thick like milk.

  “That sounds good,” I tell her.

  Another right and then a left, and we pull into a driveway. I’ve learned not to expect much, but the two-story brick home is massive.

  “What do you think?”

  “It’s huge.”

  She points to the second floor, the last window on the right side. “That one there is your room. You’ll share with Melody. She’s a very talented musician, but you’ll see that for yourself soon enough. She’s working on a new song.”

  “Who else lives here?”

  Cindy puts the car in park, and the doors automatically unlock.

  She leaves it running, and I tell her, “Don’t worry; I’m not going to run.”

  I don’t know this side of town very well. Even if I ran, I wouldn’t know which buses to take to get to Jasper’s house, and I have no idea if Trey’s still staying at the trailer now that I’m not living with Tess.

  “Winnie,” she says, “I want you to be happy here. We all want that for you. I think, if you give us all a chance, you’ll see that things aren’t so bad. Like I said, Melody’s your roommate. Hannah and Raven share the room across from you. The boys—Chance, Matty, and Dray—are on the other side of the house. Dray has the single, and Matty and Chance share.”

  “Are they nice?”

  “They have manners when it matters. Sunshine Place is a learning opportunity. We gave it a happy name because most of the kids who pass through don’t know what sunshine on a warm day feels like. They know darkness and clouds.”

  My whole life’s been a dark cloud following me around.

  The curtains part in the living room, and a girl with long blonde hair peeks out.

  “Which one is that?”

  “Raven,” she says. “She’s the exact opposite of her name.”

  Nodding, I check out the other windows, but nobody else is watching us. It’s a good thing. I’d be nervous if they were all in the driveway, expecting me to be someone I’m not.

  “Any other questions before we go inside?”

  “No.” I want to see my room and find someplace quiet to check Jasper’s phone.

  As soon as Cindy opens the front door, the smell of chicken soup smacks me in the face. The house is neat and clean—not a single decoration out of place, no pieces of laundry strewed on the floor, and no empty pizza boxes from a week ago on the coffee table. I’m afraid to touch anything.

  “Raven, why don’t you take Winnie up to her room? Show her around the upstairs and then meet us back down here, so we can talk about your punishment. I believe today’s the last day of your grounding.”

  She doesn’t say a word, just stares at me, and then she starts walking up the stairs. They’re lined with school pictures of teenagers, some more dated than others.

  “That’s the memory wall,” she tells me. “Your face will go up soon.”

  I didn’t get school pictures taken this year. Not even a senior picture for the yearbook. I couldn’t afford any of the photographers the other kids were using, and I was absent the day they took the free shots with the school photographer. I wandered around town that day because I didn’t want my picture in a memory book. Thirty years down the road, they’d wonder who the sad-looking girl with blue eyes was. Maybe they’d had a math class with her or maybe she’d moved into town late in the year. Regardless, they wouldn’t remember me anyway. I didn’t want them to.

  Raven stops in front of a closed door and says, “Good luck.”

  Before she goes back downstairs, I ask her, “What did you do? To get grounded?” I want to know what I’m up against and just how strict Cindy and her husband really are.

  She gives me a wicked smile, and then she laughs. “I screwed Matty on the kitchen table.”

  Cindy’s words float through my head. “Sunshine Place is a learning opportunity.”

  Sunshine Place might look like the house from Home Alone, but I’ve walked in on Tess screwing Jax on the kitchen table more times than I can count. Maybe this place isn’t much different than the trailer.

  “Go inside.”

  I turn my head, and Alex Drayer’s standing at the end of the hallway with a football in his hands. He’s in a couple of my classes, but I had no idea he lived here. Then again, I have no idea where most kids live or what they do outside of school. That’s part of why I keep to myself. The less I know about them, the less they know about me. Or so I hope.

  “Alex?”

  “I go by Dray here,” he says as he walks closer.

  We’ve never had a real conversation. Just a few words exchanged during a class project last semester. Alex—I mean, Dray has never made fun of me to my face. He’s never laughed at my clothing or the homemade bags I use to carry my books. He’s even smiled at me a couple of times in the hallway. Now, I wonder if that had something to do with his own life. Because, if he’s living here now, it must not be that great.

  “I didn’t know,” I tell him. I didn’t know he was in trouble. Or that he had no place to live.

  “Nobody does. I use a different name at school. I ride the bus from the good side of town, so who would guess my life’s fucked?”

  “How long have you been here?” I ask him.

  “Six months. I hated it at first. Mostly because of the rules. I was used to being on my own. But give Cindy a chance. She’s tough, but she’s fair.”

  “What’s Melody like?”

  “Weird as hell,” he says with a laugh. “But she grows on you.”

  “I guess I should go in.”

  Dray stands there, all six feet of his muscles and tan skin, and waits for me to open the door. My fingers wrap around the knob, and I realize how nervous I am to get this girl’s approval. She probably doesn’t want a roommate any more than I want to be one. Like Dray said, we’re used to being on our own, fending for ourselves.

  Melody’s lying across her bed with headphones on. She doesn’t hear the door open or lift her head. I set my bag on my bed, and she looks up from her sheet music. Beside it, there’s an open journal with a bunch of lyrics scribbled across the page. At least, I think they’re lyrics.

  At first, she just looks at me, and I glance at my clothes. My sweats aren’t impressive, and compared to her trendy cutoff jean shorts and tank top, I must look homeless.

  She makes no effort to speak to me, so I turn back around and open my bag, digging to the bottom to find my phone. That gets her attention because, when I pull it out, she rips off her headphones and sits up.

  “How’d you get that in here?” she asks.

  “Um, in my bag.”

  “Cindy didn’t go through your things?”

  “No. I came straight from the hospital.”

  “Oh, that’s why,” she says. “She figured you’d already been searched. You got lucky.”

  I tuck the phone into my pocket and sit on the edge of the bed. “We’re not allowed to have phones?”

  “We’re not allowed to have any distractions. Just hobbies and school.”

  The lump in my throat goes down hard. If talking on the phone isn’t allowed, how am I ever going to get permission to spend time with Trey? I won’t be able to lie my way around seeing him.

  Melody’s still talking, but I’ve blocked her out. My heart’s racing again, and I don’t want to be here anymore. I don’t want to give Sunshine Place or Cindy’s stupid chicken soup a chance. I just want to find a way to Jasper’s and then to Trey.

  I run out of the room and into Dray as he comes out of the bathroom. He puts his hands on my shoulders and bends down to see my face.

  “Stop,” I tell him. “Let go of me.”

  He fights me for a second, but then I spit into his face, and he b
acks up into the wall. As soon as the door is closed, I try to lock it, but there’s no lock on the door. They don’t trust us to be alone; we’re all so screwed up. And they took away the only thing that has ever made me feel safe—a locked door. It’s like I’m back in my room with the Christmas bell around the doorknob, waiting for it to ring, waiting for the hands to find my body.

  I sit on the edge of the tub and wrap my arms around my stomach. The only thing to put in front of the door is a small plastic trash can. It’s not heavy enough to keep anyone out. But Dray and Melody aren’t trying to get in. I’m all alone, straining for a breath.

  The phone in my pocket vibrates, and I pull it out. Jasper’s name flashes across the screen, and I think about which way to swipe to answer the call.

  “Winnie? Are you there?”

  His voice makes my eyes sting, and I force myself not to cry, but my voice is shaky when I say, “Jasper.”

  “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he says in a rush.

  “I’m freaking out. I can’t stay here. Can you come and get me?”

  He lets out a frustrated breath, and I know he’s pacing.

  “I just picked up a new phone. If I can get Ace to let me borrow his car, I’ll come across town and find you. But I don’t know if he’ll let me have it.”

  “Please,” I beg. “You have to come.”

  “Winnie.”

  “Please.”

  “I want to. You know I do. I’m sorry.”

  I’m in bed, listening to Melody’s music playing from her computer. Her voice is unique and like nothing I’ve ever heard before.

  I think I’m dreaming when the familiar rumble of an engine rolls down the street and stops in front of the house. Before it disappears, I run to the window and pull the blinds up. At the edge of the driveway, Trey’s sitting there, watching the house.

  There’s no way to get outside without scaling the house. The bedrooms are on the second floor, and I’d break my legs and end up back in the hospital if I tried to jump. He’s so close, and I can’t get to him.

  “Your phone’s ringing, Winnie.”

  My phone. I run to the closet and pull it out of my bag. Trey’s name is flashing across the screen.

  “Get me out of here,” I tell him.

  He says nothing.

  “Trey, can you hear me?”

  Still, no response.

  “Trey!” I’m panicking, but I can hear him breathing, so he has to be able to hear me, too. But I know that’s exactly why he’s not responding. He showed up so that I know I’m not alone, yet he stays far enough away so I won’t get into trouble. I want trouble. I want Trey. “Talk to me, please. I need you.”

  The call ends, and he revs his engine and then takes off down the street, the same way he came. My heart skips a beat, and I try to throw up the window, but it won’t budge.

  “It’s locked,” Melody says. “For the jumpers.”

  “Are we in prison? No locks on the doors. The windows don’t open. Maybe they want to microchip me before school starts,” I seethe.

  “We’re here because we’re fucked up, Winnie. If we could go to a regular foster home, we would have. But this happy place is supposed to make us normal again.”

  I have no idea how long she’s been living here. For her to be so pessimistic yet stay, something must be appealing about not running away. Because, right now, that’s all I want to do.

  If I could make it out the front door without an alarm going off, I’d do it. That’s why I decide to work on finding out the code. If I watch Cindy and her husband, Doug, close enough, I bet I can figure it out.

  For now, I lie down in my bed and type out a text to Trey.

  Winnie: I need you. Come back.

  I wait two hours for a response, and I end up falling asleep with the phone cradled against my chest. Come morning, the phone’s still in the same spot, but Melody is gone, and then the panic returns.

  Twelve

  Jasper

  Usually, I dread the end of summer and the start of a new school year. The alarm wails, and I smack it and grunt and groan about how I’d rather stay asleep. Today, that doesn’t happen. Instead of being pissed off about losing my freedom, I’m up before the alarm, showered, and ready to go earlier than ever. It’s senior year, and I finally get to see Winnie.

  She’s been at Sunshine Place for two weeks. Two long weeks of no contact and zero communication. I’ve tried texting and calling, and I stole Ace’s car and drove by the house a couple of times one day. But there were no signs of her at the house, and she hasn’t responded to any of my calls or texts. I knew there was a chance her phone could get taken away and that she’d be under close watch until she adjusted, but I never expected it to be this hard to go without her.

  Waiting for my phone to light up is driving me crazy. Now, I know how Trey must have felt and why he asked me to message him from the hospital. I went from seeing her twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week to wondering if she’s still living in the same town.

  Winnie’s disappeared, and I need her back.

  I walk to school in half the time it usually takes, mostly because I’ve never had a reason to hurry, and then stand out front, watching each bus as it pulls up and lets off another load of people. She finally steps off bus three hundred, and it’s like Christmas and the Fourth of July wrapped into one. My pulse skyrockets, and my stomach dips to the ground. She sees me, and I’m rewarded with the biggest smile she’s ever given me.

  Winnie runs straight for me, throws her arms around my neck, and then buries her face against my chest. I know she’s sniffing my shirt for that dryer-sheet smell she loves so much, and it makes me laugh.

  “I’ve missed you, Winnie.”

  “I’ve missed you, too,” she says softly. “Can we skip? I just want to talk to you all day. Maybe we can take a walk around the trailer park or something.”

  She wants to search for Trey.

  “I don’t think he’s living in his trailer anymore.”

  “What?”

  “Trey.”

  Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she searches for the right thing to say. I try to say it for her because, as much as it bothers me, I get it. She misses him.

  “If I knew, I’d tell you the truth.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. But we can’t skip on the first day. The school would call the home, and you’d get in trouble. You have people watching out for you now. You have to play it safe. Let me see your schedule.”

  She pulls a crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket and hands it to me. Not a single class together.

  “We have the same lunch period. Meet me outside the girls’ locker room—the door near the cafeteria, not the one into the lobby.”

  “Okay. Would you believe I have a packed lunch in my bag?” she says with a smirk. “Cindy seems to think food’s an issue for me. She won’t let me leave home without some.”

  “It is an issue, Winnie. You were practically starving when you lived with Tess.”

  She takes her eyes off me and grabs her schedule out of my hands. I wasn’t trying to offend her, but it’s the truth. Winnie had so little, and I’m glad she has food, a warm bed, and a house without dealers and drugs wandering through it at all hours of the night.

  Her smile’s gone though, and her voice is sad when she says, “We should get to class, Jasper.”

  I take her by the hand, and her arm stiffens. The eyes of fifty people are on her, staring her up and down. I expected they’d all gawk and probably ask her a bunch of stupid questions, too. But Winnie looks like she wasn’t expecting to be noticed.

  “You were shot. Word spreads fast in a small town.”

  Her arm relaxes, but she grips me tighter with her hand. “I didn’t think they’d care. Or that they’d even know who I was.”

  “Don’t pay attention to the shit they say. If anyone gives you a hard time, just go to the office.”

  “I’ve handled worse, Jasper. Thi
s is a cake walk compared to living with Tess.”

  Alex Drayden, the biggest jock in the school with an equally loud mouth, taps Winnie on the back of her head with a folder, messing her hair up. “Good choice, tough girl,” he says. I think he’s referring to me.

  Her cheeks flush, and she looks up at me and then away again, but she doesn’t let go of my hand as we walk inside. I take that as a good sign.

  “What was that about?”

  “Nothing,” she says. “He’s just being a pain, like everyone else in this school.”

  He wasn’t being a pain. The move with the folder was playful—something a friend would do to another friend, one they might even like. I didn’t realize they knew each other. I definitely haven’t seen them talk before.

  I want to ask Winnie some more questions, but I decide to let it go because she tenses up again when we walk down the hallway and get stared at again.

  “Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

  “I’ll be fine. I’ll see you at lunch. Thanks for waiting for me this morning, Jasper.”

  I let go of her hand, and she ducks underneath Alex’s arm to get into her first period class. He says something to her, and she turns around and laughs. The smile she gives him makes my breakfast roll around in my stomach. I don’t like it. I don’t like him. And I don’t know why they’re acting like they’re friends.

  Thirteen

  Winnie

  Mr. Fox doesn’t make us sit in alphabetical order, like most of the other teachers. He uses the sit-where-you’re-happy approach to keep us interested in his lecture. I choose the seat by the window, so I can look outside when I’m bored, which will probably be in five minutes. Dray high-fives one of the guys from the team, but he doesn’t follow him to the same row. He walks to the other side of the room, where I’m sitting, and chooses to sit directly behind me. It’s a strange enough choice that he gets a couple of strange looks from his friends.

  “Turn around,” he whispers.

  I grab the syllabus from the kid in front of me, take one, and then turn around to hand the rest to Dray. When I do, the girl next to me stares. She stares so hard, I think she’d pass out if I told her I lived under the same roof as Dray. But I’ve learned that living with Dray is exhausting.