Just Me (15 page)

***

That night I sat in my room looking at the dress I picked out for my birthday surprise. It was a Grecian-inspired drape-style satin dress with a chiffon overlay which draped over the right shoulder before falling down the back to mid-thigh. What made the dress even more special was that Poppy and Sophia bought it for me: their birthday gift to me. I couldn't wait for all of us to get dressed up and more, to finally learn what Bastian had planned. It was only Tuesday and the birthday surprise wasn't until Saturday. The suspense was killing me.

A knock at the door pulled my attention from the upcoming weekend. “Come in.”

You could have knocked me over with a feather when I saw Aunt Kim standing in the doorway of my bedroom. In the almost ten years since I'd lived here, she had never once voluntarily come into my room. I cleaned it, I put away my laundry and if something broke, I fixed it myself.

Her attention flickered to my dress and I noticed some emotion flash across her expression. It was gone too fast for me to discern what it was. I didn't greet her, because I wasn't sure my shocked brain was up to the task. Not to mention I was still pissed about the conversation in the kitchen the night of the Halloween dance.

“
I wanted to talk to you about your birthday.”

I couldn't imagine what she wanted to talk about. The idea that she was actually interested in my birthday was completely improbable. There was a part of me though, as silly as it was, that hoped she really
was
interested: that she felt bad about her treatment of me and was willing to make the effort to include me in her family. My heart leapt at the thought, but I schooled my expression before I replied, “Okay.”

“
You're turning eighteen tomorrow, which makes you legally an adult, and I want you to think about moving out.”

My overexcited heart stopped pounding for a second before it plunged into my stomach. I should have seen this coming and cursed myself for allowing even that small bit of hope into my heart. “Excuse me?”

“
Look, I did right by my sister when I took you in, but there's no reason for you to continue to live here. You aren't any happier being here than I'm happy about having you here. I want my life and my family back.”

No matter how hardened I believed myself to be, I was clearly not hardened enough. My heart ached at her words.

“
And Uncle Eddie?”

Anger flashed over her face. “Leave him out of this. Did you know he's been having some trouble at work—clients up and leaving him. Rumor has it they're getting pressured by the Rosses. I know you've been seeing their son. Your shit is putting his livelihood in jeopardy.”

I always knew my aunt's treatment of me was wrong, but after that conversation with my uncle, I now understood the root cause. She had been jealous of my mother. My temper stirred to know that her jealousy for my mom shifted to the shoulders of the eight-year-old girl I had been.

“
I was eight when my mother died, when I lost the only family I ever knew. You could never see that I was just a child, like Carol and Deena. I had nothing to do with whatever drama happened between you and my mother. But you've spent the past ten years jealous of a dead woman and have hated me for the sin of looking like the woman your husband loved first.”

She reacted by slapping me, hard across the face, but instead of tears, I only felt fury.

“
What's happening with the Rosses isn't about me, it's about their son. I'm just a means to an end. The Rosses don't play fair, but I apparently am more confident in Uncle Eddie's ability to handle this little bump in the road than you are. How can you look at yourself in the mirror knowing you took your spite out on an innocent child?”

She turned an unnatural shade of red. I walked to the door and held it open.

“
I'll be gone tonight, but until then this is still my room, so get the fuck out.”

As soon as she was gone, I slammed and locked the door before I slid down it. I was so mad I was shaking and there were angry tears in my eyes. Never in my life had I ever experienced an emotion so vividly that it physically affected me. It took a good twenty minutes for me to calm down enough to call Bastian.

“
Hey, beautiful.”

“
Do you want a roommate?”

I had no doubt that the tone of my voice gave it away that something was seriously wrong. “What? What the hell happened?” He demanded.

“
My aunt just kicked me out.”

“
Motherfucker! I'll call Dom and we'll be there in twenty minutes. And Lark?”

“
Yeah.”

“
Fuck yes, I want you for my roommate.”

My next call was to Poppy to let her know what was going on. She said a word I'd never heard her use before. “Wait, my dad wants to talk to you,” she said.

“
Lark, are you all right?” Mr. Wright sounded pissed.

“
Yeah, I'm okay,” I replied weakly, because the anger was fading into hurt.

“
I can come over there right now and give that woman a piece of my mind. I could even scare her with some legal jargon.”

“
No, I'm okay with leaving, Mr. Wright, but thank you. It means a lot to me that you would.”

“
You're like another daughter to Priscilla and me, surely you know that. You're welcome to come live here.”

“
Thanks, but I'm going to stay with Bastian.”

“
You sure about that, Lark? Maybe you should take a few weeks to really think about it.”

“
I'm sure.”

“
Bastian is probably who you want to be with, but once everything settles, please reconsider staying with us.” The hesitation in my reply had him adding, “Promise, you'll at least think about it.”

“
I will.”

“
We're here for you, Lark, whenever you need us.”

I felt tears burning the back of my eyes. “I love you, Mr. Wright.”

He was silent for a moment. “I love you too, Lark.” His voice sounded thick with tears.

***

I was packing up my clothes in a duffel bag when I heard Bastian's voice and, boy, did he sound angry. I unlocked my door just as he and his brother were coming up the stairs. I almost felt sorry for my aunt, because they both looked really pissed. Bastian walked right to me and pulled me into a hug.

“
I'm so sorry,” he said.

“
I'm not.”

“
I want you with me, but your aunt's methods suck.”

“
I second that,” Dominic said as he moved into my room and started packing my art case.

We spent the next two hours packing the things I needed immediately in various crates and bags I had handy in my closet. There was a commotion moments before my uncle appeared in my room with a very worried-looking Aunt Kim right behind him.

“
What the hell do you mean you're moving out? You're barely legal.”

My eyes flew to Aunt Kim and I now understood her worried look. I had always known that she lied to my uncle about me, but not to this insane extent. I was about to enlighten my uncle on the manipulative woman he married, but before I could say anything, Bastian moved, in all of his inked, hard-ass glory, to tower over him.

“
Your wife kicked her out.” His blazing gaze turned to my aunt. “At least have the balls to admit it.”

“
Wait, one minute.” My uncle tried to defend his wife, but Bastian wasn't having any of it.

He spat, “You don't deserve to breathe the same air as Lark. You're pathetic.”

I had never seen my uncle looking as he did in that moment. He was furious, but whether he was mad at how Bastian spoke to his wife or mad at his wife, I couldn't say. He didn't say anything for a minute, and I sensed it was because he was trying to understand what wasn't understandable. Suddenly he turned to Aunt Kim. “Did you kick your own niece out?”

She wasn't going to answer, but something in my uncle's expression made her scream, “Yes.”

“
You've gone too far this time. She's your only sister's child—your only living blood relation outside of the girls.”

Kim just stood there and I didn't miss the malevolent look she threw in my direction. In the next second, as was her way, she burst into tears and ran down the hall.

My uncle turned back to me. “I'm sorry. I am so sorry. You are welcome to stay, but I don't blame you for not wanting to.”

“
I'll be fine, and thank you for offering. Is it true some of your clients are getting pressure to seek help elsewhere?”

“
She told you that too? Damn her. I'll handle it.”

I felt Bastian tense at my side. “Who's applying the pressure?”

And clearly he saw the answer in my uncle's eyes. “Son of a bitch.”

“
Dad,” Dominic said almost at the same time. “Goddamn them.”

“
Don't worry about it. It's only a mild inconvenience and considering how stunningly I've failed Larkspur, I'd say I deserve the headache. I'm here for you whenever you need me.”

“
Thank you, Uncle Eddie.”

He then took off his jacket and tie and rolled up his sleeves. “What can I do?”

***

Two hours later Bastian and I were thanking Dominic and my uncle for their help and when the door of his apartment closed and Bastian flipped the lock, I felt a wonderful sense of peace despite the drama of the evening. He felt it too when he pulled me to him and whispered, “I'm really glad you're here.”

I rested my head on his chest. “Me too.”

“
I know it's kind of childish, but when I was little our cook would make me warm milk after a shitty day, and it really did make me feel better. Would you like me to make you some?”

I could use exactly that kindness right now, even as my heart sighed at the thought of someone in his childhood actually being kind to him. “Warm milk sounds great. I'd like to take a shower first though.”

“
Okay. There are towels in the closet in the bathroom.”

“
Thanks for tonight: for being there when I needed you and for letting me stay here.”

He said nothing for a moment, only stared with a tender look on his face. He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I think we've already established that I'd do anything for you.”

After detouring into the bedroom for my pajamas, I headed to the bathroom. There was a stack of soft towels in the linen closet in deep gray, green, blue and even plum, piled by color. I couldn't help the smile, because who would have thought the Bastian most knew was a bit of a neat freak. I grabbed a towel and placed it on the counter of the sink. I couldn't stop myself from touching his toothbrush, his razor and again I noticed how neat he was. There were no toothpaste splotches in the sink and no water splattered on the glass.

Turning on the shower, I waited for the temperature to get just right before stripping out of my clothes. As soon as the warm water sluiced over me, I felt worlds better. What a way to enter into my eighteenth year. I felt disgust for my aunt, but I felt really sorry for her too. Bastian had nailed it right on the head, she
was
pathetic.

Reaching for the bottle of shampoo, I couldn't help but think that there was something deeply intimate about using Bastian's shampoo and soap. The smell of his shampoo had me fantasizing about him being in the shower with me. I could almost feel his hands on my body, slick from the water, as he roamed over every inch of me. My eyes closed on a moan as I thought about his hard body pressed up against mine. The ache in response had me turning the water on cold, as cold I could stand it.

After my shower, I dried off before changing into my pajamas. I ran my fingers through my hair, reached for my clothes and dropped them in the hamper. I liked the thought of our clothes being washed together. Clearly, I was going mental.

Bastian was on the sofa staring at my painting when I entered. He turned at the sound of my approach and looked his fill. “That's a good look on you.”

Grinning, I settled next to him on the sofa. I pulled my legs up under me and cuddled up against his side. He handed me my mug and the scents of cinnamon and vanilla wafted up in the steam. I felt a bit melancholy—this was a first for me.

“
What's wrong?” He asked softly.

“
No one ever made me warm milk before.”

Something dark flashed in his eyes in response, but he said nothing.

I took a sip and savored not just the flavor, but the comfort of something so simple. The warm milk coupled with the heat emanating from Bastian's body made me very sleepy.

“
Happy birthday, Lark.”

I looked at the clock and saw it was midnight.

“
It'll be official in three minutes.”

We sat silently until the clock read 12:03. Bastian leaned closer and kissed me, so sweetly. I'd like to recant my previous statement. What an incredible way to ring in my eighteenth year.

We had school in the morning so, in unspoken agreement, we both stood. Bastian took my cup and disappeared into the kitchen while I lingered in the hallway leading to the bedrooms.

“
I know you offered me the second bedroom when you moved in, but I didn't realize you had a bed set up in it already.”