She gave me a mildly fond smile. “Of course I do, Elizabeth. I have great plans for you.”
God, that smile… All my good intentions forgotten, I jumped to my feet. “You can’t accuse him of rape!”
“Can’t I?” She sipped her coffee.
“I won’t let you.”
“Fine. I’ll give you until six this evening if you’re that confident you can stop me.” She turned her attention to the New York Times spread out in front of her. She always reads it in the morning, no matter what.
She’s crazy if she honestly thinks I’m helpless. There are people in my life who don’t want me dancing to her tune. Like my dad. Not because he loves me, but because he hates Shirley.
Finally the door unlocks, and I stumble inside. Dominic blinks at me, then slowly comes forward. My breath catches when I notice something red smeared on the wall behind him. The apprehension solidifies when I drop my gaze and see the bruises, cuts and blood on his hand.
“Do you…” I wet my dry lips. “Do you know?”
“Yes. My aunt came by,” he says, his voice low and raw.
“You know that’s all lies, right?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he reaches out, his bloody, bruised left hand rising to cradle my cheek.
I place my hand over his, careful to avoid the injuries, and let my eyes close at the touch. When he touches me like this, I feel like I’m the most precious thing in the world and at total peace with the universe.
Tears prickle my eyes, then seep out uncontrollably.
His breath fans my lips, and I rise on my toes to kiss him, desperate to prove to myself this isn’t over—that my grandmother’s horrible machinations haven’t ruined our incredible love and connection. We’ve never said the words, but if this isn’t love, I don’t know what is.
Oh God, please. Let him feel half of what I’m feeling.
His mouth is warm and tastes of mint and orange. I lick my tongue across, then push inside, even as I sense how stiffly he’s holding himself.
No, no. I kiss him harder, my lips and tongue clumsy and awkward in their desperation. I know if I just try…do my best, I can make him feel this, make him remember what we have and listen to me.
Suddenly he pushes me away, and I stumble backward, catching myself on the arm of the couch. His breathing grows rougher. I reach forward—I can’t just give up and do nothing—but he shoves his hand into my hair and stops me.
“Your mouth… It’s extraordinary.” His gaze is dark, but it blazes with something other than lust as he studies my lips. “It can kiss me…wrap around my dick like blowjobs were what it was made for…then lie to my aunt and your grandmother about what we’ve been up to…calling it rape. Did you also tell them how many times? What positions? Did you keep a log?”
I swallow, then cross my arms, shivering. “I told Shirley it wasn’t rape. You know it’s all bullshit.”
“Lie-zuh.”
He’s the only man who calls me that. I love it because it seems to make what we have even more special. But it hurts to hear him call me that with such acid contempt in his voice.
“They don’t just want me to stay away from you. They want me prosecuted, convicted, labeled a sex offender. They want to take my sister away.”
“I can help you,” I persist, the way only a panicked young girl can. “I can take care of Kristen, and we can all—”
“Do you think I’d leave my sister with you?” He laughs incredulously. “What are they giving you to feed me all this bullshit? To destroy my life?”
“I’m not getting anything from this. I don’t know your aunt or anybody in your family except Kristen. You have to trust me!” I shove the sob rising in my throat back down. I can’t fall apart now. “Dominic, just trust me. Please.”
“Trust?” Letting go of my hair, he shakes his head. Then he deliberately and methodically takes me by the shoulders and pushes me out of his apartment. “One day I’ll take away what matters most to you. And you’ll experience what it’s like to have your heart ripped to pieces.”
Chapter Thirteen
–five years later
Dominic