Chapter 15 (1/2)

“Where should I go?” Her voice is hoarse and she’s trying to stop sobbing, but she’s failing miserably.

“I don’t know . . . There aren’t many”—my eyes are heavy—“places here, it’s night and late . . . and there’s nothing open . . .”

I close my eyes and everything fades away.

THE SOUND OF SIRENS startles me awake. I jump at the loud noise, and my head slams against the roof of the car.

Car? Why the fuck am I in a car?

I look over and find Tessa sitting in the driver’s seat, her eyes closed and her legs curled up against her body. I’m instantly reminded of a sleepy kitten. My head is fucking killing me. I drank way too fucking much.

It’s daylight, the sun is hiding behind the clouds, leaving the sky gray and dreary. The clock on the dashboard informs me that it’s ten minutes until seven. I don’t recognize the parking lot we are parked in, and I try to remember how the hell I got in the car in the first place.

There are no police cars or sirens now . . . I must have been dreaming them in my sleep. My head is throbbing, and when I pull my shirt up to wipe my face, the thick smell of smoke invades my nostrils.

Flickers of a burning couch and Tessa crying play through my mind. I struggle to put them together; I’m still half-drunk.

Beside me, Tessa stirs and her eyes flutter before opening. I don’t know what she saw last night. I don’t know what I said or did, but I do know that the way she’s looking at me right now makes me wish I would have burned . . . with that house. Images of my mum’s house flash through my mind.

“Tessa, I—” I don’t know what to say to her; my mind isn’t working and neither is my fucking mouth.

Judy’s bleached hair and Christian pushing me out the back door of my mum’s house fill some of the gaps in my memory.

“Are you okay?” Tessa’s tone is soft and rough at the same time. I can tell she has nearly lost her voice.

She’s asking me if I’m okay?

I search her face, confused by her question. “Uhm, yeah? Are you?” I may not remember most of the night . . . hell, the day or night, but I know she should be upset with me.

She nods slowly, her eyes performing the same searching that mine are.