Breaking the Rules (Pushing the Limits, #1.5)(36)

“I’m sorry, man,” he says. “Look, we can go.”

“Fuck that.” Beth sends the badly constructed plane into the air. “You dragged my ass here, and you can’t make me get on another shit-ton bus if your life depended on it.”

“The phrase is if my life depended on it,” says Isaiah.

“Your life’s worth more. In fact,” she says, winking, “we should consider getting an insurance policy on you. Isn’t that what fancy, rich people do?”

“We ain’t rich,” he answers.

“I decided that since we’re here in Colorado, we are rich. Noah—” she snaps her fingers “—fill my room with bottled water.”

Isaiah smiles. “Gone dry?”

“Please, Isaiah. Have some class. We can’t drink before noon. That isn’t what fancy, rich people do. They wait until twelve-oh-five.”

The two of them never stop. “In or out, but I’m done listening.”

They stand, and Isaiah pats my back as he enters the room. “Seriously, we’ll go.”

I close the door behind me and sag onto the bed where I held Echo less than an hour ago. “We were fighting before you showed. I’ll talk to her. Straighten it out.”

Beth and Isaiah share one of those glances that say they see an oncoming train on the track I’m tied to, and they aren’t sure whether or not to tell me I’m on the verge of being creamed. “Me and Echo are fine.”

“Whatever.” Beth collapses onto the other bed and kicks off her shoes. Against the white pillowcases, she’s too pale. “How about you guys shut the f*ck up and let me sleep.”

“You okay?” I ask.

“Trash can in puking distance may not be a bad idea and before you ask, jackass, I’m sober, thanks to Isaiah. I swear, Echo has totally destroyed the two of you with her squeaky-clean attitude. My goal in life is to get that girl—” Beth covers her face with both her hands then moans like she’s in pain “—stoned. If I was stoned right now, I wouldn’t feel like this.”

I lift my head, going on high alert. Isaiah disappears into the bathroom, and the sink turns on. What the hell? He returns and places a towel next to Beth on the edge of the bed, a wet washcloth to her forehead and a trash can on the floor. “Sleep, Beth.”

*

Isaiah eases onto the other side of the bed, careful not to touch her as he lies down. Beth doesn’t shrink away from Isaiah, and she wouldn’t. He’s her closest friend, and though she won’t admit it, she hates being alone.

Beth appears small curled up, and that’s because she is. She couldn’t reach five-five if she tiptoed in heels. She’s also thin. Unless she’s at her Aunt Shirley’s—my foster home—food can be a rarity, and Shirley isn’t conscientious about stocking the fridge.

Isaiah and I stay silent and after a few minutes, Beth flinches in her sleep. Isaiah surveys Beth then whispers to me, “Turns out if Beth’s in a moving vehicle for over two hours, she pukes. She didn’t sleep during the trip.”

Which means Isaiah didn’t, either. He’s always searching for the threat that follows Beth. “Did you know she’d get sick?”

“Beth didn’t know it. When has she been in a car longer than thirty minutes?”

Her life has been limited...and so has Isaiah’s. “This your first time out of state?”

“Since entering foster care.” Isaiah rubs his red eyes. “Can’t shake the vibe I’m a criminal on the lam.”

“Felt like that, too, when Echo and I crossed the state line. You and I have had so many social workers up our asses, I thought the cops would pull Echo and me over as soon as we crossed the bridge into Indiana. Then I realized no one gives a shit.”

“True.” Isaiah chuckles then falls somber. “It’s good to see you, man. It’s been...not right without you.”

“Same here.” He’s my brother, not by blood, but in the way it counts. We’ve stood strong on the streets together. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him or Beth.

“What’s going on with you and Echo?”

Fuck if I know. “Can’t get our shit together.”

“You’ll work it out. Have to.”

“Have to?”

“One of us has to get a happy ending.” His gaze drops to the sleeping girl beside him.

“Yeah.” Yeah. “Some days I don’t know why Echo’s with me. What she gets out of it. A messed-up kid from foster care with jacked odds of giving her a future. I’m a real prize.”

“She looks happy to me when she’s beside you.”

I laugh bitterly. “She looked real happy when she left.”

“She looked hurt. Hurt means she cares. It’s indifference that should scare you. The same look foster parents give you when you come and go.”

I can’t live like this anymore. Jumping around from place to place, knowing no one cares. Echo keeps me grounded. Gives me roots. “You think happy endings happen to people like us?”

He scratches the top of his shaved head and settles back on a pillow. He’ll be out in seconds. “Who the f*ck knows.”

I snatch Echo’s laptop. The urge is to rush the coffee shop, but with the mood Echo left in, she’d probably pour boiling coffee down my pants. Instead, I’ll find a dark corner in the hotel and dig for info on my blood family. “Shut down, bro. I’ll be heading to work later, and I have a feeling that Echo will be AWOL.”