Part 5 (1/2)

”You will never see that boy again, do you hear me, you stupid boy? If you do, I swear I will teach you how to obey like a son should. And no more f.u.c.king dresses! You're a man, and you're gonna wear men's clothes!”

While Lacey was mildly surprised her father could still formulate coherent sentences, the cold s.h.i.+vers that ran down her spine at the sound of his threatening voice made her unable to confront his gaze, or anything else for that matter. She nodded-even though in her heart she knew she would disobey. She barely had any men's clothes aside from jeans. And... Lacey couldn't not not see Bro. He was all that stood between her and despair, her and rock bottom, her and insanity. see Bro. He was all that stood between her and despair, her and rock bottom, her and insanity.

Why does my own father hate me so? I cannot change who I am. I was born this way.

Muttering something vile under his foul breath, Roger turned around on his heel and stomped off down the stairs. Lacey let out the tiniest of sobs, feeling hollowed out inside, only to have that emptiness fill with a weight as heavy as a mountain and as deep as an ocean of sorrow. She felt so alone, so totally empty, she almost had no name for it. A family should have been a pillar to steady her, a foundation to build on. But for Lacey, the only thing family meant was the absence of one parent and the hatred of another.

The urge to call Bro and have him comfort her was foremost on her mind, but she knew she couldn't. Bro would get so mad he'd come right back and beat Roger to a pulp, which would solve nothing. If anything, it would only ensure Lacey could never see Bro again.

So with deep wet breaths, Lacey composed herself, still sitting trembling on the floor by the bed, vowing to herself to sort this out on her own. And that was when she remembered who could help her. A wave of relief washed over her as she contemplated her limited options.

But... at least there was a glimmer of hope.

Chapter 6.

”HEY, those are my onion sticks! Get your own!”

Bradley just chuckled infuriatingly while Bro tried to snag back his small portion of garlic bread and onion sticks. Bradley's fingers were surprisingly nimble, him being such a big guy and all, so Bro grumbled low, frowning as he finally managed to s.n.a.t.c.h the basket in front of him, surrounding it possessively with his arms.

”Where's your girl tonight?” Bradley asked companionably. His eyes wavered toward the checkout of the cafe, where his girlfriend, Audrey, was busy getting a mocha latte. ”Doesn't she mind all that stench soon to be coming out of your mouth? Do you kiss her with that mouth?”

Bro growled, but it was all in jest. ”What does it matter? You ain't never gonna find out what kind of a mouth Lacey likes kissing.”

Laughing, Bradley shook his head. ”Guess not. Besides, Audrey would kill me.”

”And why am I killing you this time?”

Though she was not his type, even Bro had to admit Audrey was a knockout. A babe. A hottie. She habitually wore the skimpiest of skirts and the tiniest of T-s.h.i.+rts. Today the checkered kilt-like dress almost exposed her rear end, and had her b.r.e.a.s.t.s been one size bigger, that tight white s.h.i.+rt would have been absolutely obscene. She had on long socks coupled with high heels and wore thin suspenders over her s.h.i.+rt, but somehow she made the combo work. It could have been the perky bosom, the narrow waist, or the long legs that did it. In any case, every man in the cafe was fixated on the pinup of a Catholic schoolgirl, undressing her with their eyes and minds. Her long black hair was held together in two extended braids, giving her a girlish look, but the artful sooty makeup around her eyes and bright-red lipstick on her full lips gave her a sultry, seductive appearance.

”Your boy's asking about the whereabouts of my my girlfriend.” Bro stuck out his tongue at Bradley, who grinned at that. girlfriend.” Bro stuck out his tongue at Bradley, who grinned at that.

Sitting down next to Bradley and crossing her legs, Audrey quirked a thin eyebrow. ”Is that so?”

Bradley leaned closer, kissing her temple. ”Come on, baby. You know you're the only one for me. Who else would know how to....” His voice trailed off from Bro's hearing threshold as he whispered something in his girlfriend's ear-from the looks of it something dirty because Audrey giggled and blushed a little, squirming on her seat. Had she been a puppy, she would have wagged her tail.

Bro rolled his eyes. ”Jeez. Get a room.”

”Keep your heretical jersey on,” Bradley chuckled, giving Bro a pointed look.

Bro pursed his lips, torn between flipping the guy off and tossing something edible and sticky at him. He went with profanities. ”f.u.c.k off.” Bro was wearing his Denver Broncos football jersey, while Bradley had his Was.h.i.+ngton Redskins jacket, and the two of them always fought amicably over this-even though Bro secretly cheered for the Redskins too, and Bradley wasn't a die-hard fan. ”Like your stupid jacket is any kind of fas.h.i.+on statement, dude.”

”My allegiances aren't in question in this town, but yours are, pal.” Bradley nudged his girlfriend closer to nuzzle her neck.

”At least I ain't a f.u.c.king turncoat,” Bro replied, grumbling. He loved the Broncos, and just because he lived in a different town now, he hadn't abandoned his loyalty for the team.

”Never said you were, brother.” Bradley's voice was m.u.f.fled, but Bro could tell he was needling him to get Bro all miffed and huffy, which Bradley would find quaint and amusing.

Bro didn't dignify the comment with a response, just made a dismissive wave of his hand.

Audrey pulled away from Bradley but gave her boyfriend a totally smoldering look that might have left any man a pool of l.u.s.t on the floor. ”Where is Lacey? I thought she was supposed to join us. Is she rehearsing her violin today?”

Shrugging, Bro had to admit he didn't know. ”She just said she had an errand to run.” His face darkened as he remembered the previous night and Roger's menacing bigotry. ”Her dad was a f.u.c.king a.s.shole last night. Kept calling her... not by her name, and a... a f.a.g. For a second I thought he was really gonna hit her.”

”But he didn't, right?” Bradley had straightened in his seat. His handsome face was grave, his brow furrowed. He was ready to fight for Lacey, and for Bro, which made Bro feel better about it. Lacey wasn't alone; she had friends who would stand with her and would have her back if push came to shove.

Audrey's lips pursed with disapproval and anger too. ”Was he drunk again?”

Bro nodded reluctantly. ”Yeah.”

”That son of a b.i.t.c.h.” Audrey's fingers toyed with her napkin until it was in shreds. ”I don't like Lacey being alone with that hatemonger. I'm afraid one day he's going to-” She stopped abruptly, blinking and realizing she may have said too much. Bro knew exactly how she felt. Lacey and Audrey were best friends, like Bro and Bradley were best buddies. The four of them hung out together a lot, and by virtue of four months seniority, Audrey felt very protective of Lacey, as though Lacey were her little sister. For Audrey, Lacey's physical gender didn't enter into it at all. ”Aren't there any other relatives she could stay with?”

Bro shook his head, saddened. ”No, not that I know of. It's just her and her dad.”

Whatever else he might have said got lost when an annoying voice filtered through his consciousness. ”Well, if it isn't our high school's own fairy patrol and his f.a.g hags.”

Bro's head jerked toward the owner of the voice, Deacon, who sauntered into the cafe like he owned the place, grinning maliciously. He was still on the school's football team, but he continued his s.h.i.+tty behavior and hara.s.sment of Bro every chance he got. Bradley, too, was getting sick of him, and Bro worried what their captain was going to do about the situation one of these days.

Yet of the three of them, it was Audrey who spoke. ”Well, well, if it isn't this town's biggest a.s.shole and bigot with his entourage-oh, wait, you don't have any 'cause your sorry a.s.s doesn't have any friends. Get lost, creep.” She tossed one of her braids around and stretched herself, like a lovely feline, making sure every eye in the joint was on her. ”We should all go see a movie on Friday, yeah? I think Lacey would like that, and we can do girl talk while you boys shower us with hearts and flowers, not to mention condoms and candy.”

The tension left Bro's body as he allowed himself to relax and focus solely on Audrey. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Deacon's cheeks redden as he stared at Audrey like he wanted to strangle her or f.u.c.k her, but couldn't decide which. Finally, he stomped off.

Bradley shook his head, sighing. ”You sure do know how to defuse situations, baby.” There was a soft scolding in his voice, presumably because, like Bro, he could foresee trouble ahead, but Bro had never seen Bradley mad at his girlfriend about anything. He probably wasn't angry now, either, for they were a solid couple. Bro had a feeling they would last longer than the length of high school and college too. And he wished the same for himself and Lacey.

Audrey's green eyes flashed, indignant and furious. ”Deacon's a f.u.c.king d.i.c.khead. If he insults my friends, you can be d.a.m.n sure I'll respond in kind. If you want a pretty, quiet, demure doll of a girlfriend, I suggest you look elsewhere, because I will not-”

Bradley kissed her silent, and surprisingly, she let him.

Watching them kiss made Bro want Lacey there right the f.u.c.k now so he could kiss her like that, and then slowly pull her to sit on his lap, caress her hair and slender arms, kiss her lips and neck, and have her skin filling his mouth, her dress s.h.i.+fting upward with his hand as he explored her body intimately, lovingly....

”Hey, Bro, you with us?” Audrey was waving her hand in front of Bro's face, amused at his s.p.a.ced-out condition. ”Friday? Movie? Something action-y, so we can cuddle our boys. And then we can get a bite to eat.”

Bro tried to swat her hand away in irritation, not because he disliked Audrey in the slightest, but because he missed Lacey. ”Yeah, yeah. Now get the f.u.c.k away from me.”

Audrey snickered. ”Love it that there's a guy out there who doesn't want me.”

”I'll want you doubly, honey, to make up for the loss,” Bradley teased, his hand brus.h.i.+ng against her knee and beginning to slide upward while she wriggled and giggled, barely trying to escape the attempt.

Bro rolled his eyes and harrumphed loudly in reproach. ”Okay, I'm getting diabetes with this sugar overload. I'll see ya guys later. I'm off.”

As he got out of the booth, all he could think about was how much he missed Lacey.

”KEEP your arms up. Come on, Lacey. Stop slacking off.” your arms up. Come on, Lacey. Stop slacking off.”

After a grueling hour of practicing self-defense moves with Jordan, Lacey was ready to fall down on the ground and cry in exhaustion, or alternatively, punch the guy's lights out. Well, b.i.t.c.h slap really, as she didn't have any strength left. Jordan was merciless, not giving Lacey any room to falter or stumble. He was a great instructor, but he was borderline cruel. Still, she knew he meant well.