Beauty from Pain (Beauty, #1)(106)

“Fair enough little girl, but if you need anything you know we’re just a phone call away.”

“I know.”

”You know he wouldn’t appreciate you falling on the sword for him.”

“Maybe not Dale, but it’s my sword to fall on and even if nobody, including Rule himself, can see it, he’s worth it. I think so and I know Remy always thought so. You might want to try and remember that next time he shows up with pink hair.”





I made my way to the driveway and paused when I saw the brothers with their heads bent close together. Rule looked mad and Rome looked sad, it was heartbreaking and impressive all at the same time. Rule saw me first and pulled away. They said something to one another in low tones and bumped fists. Rome pulled Rule into a one armed hug and made his way over to me. I received the same treatment with the addition of a kiss on the cheek.


“I’m gonna put as many fires out here as I can over the next week or so and then make my way to the city. I’ll hit you up when I can.”

“Try and convince your mom to get some help Rome, please.”

“I love you, little girl.

You try and keep that jackass out of trouble for me.”





I brushed a kiss across his cheek in return. “I always do.”


“I didn’t know it was this bad, Shaw. I’ve missed so much by being away.”

“Families are like

anything else, they take work, patience and people willing to make it work. I’m so very glad you came home, Rome.”





I moved away after another hug and tossed my keys at Rule. “I have a headache.

Can you drive back to the city?”




I normally never let him anywhere near my car, he had a lead foot and no regard for other drivers on the road, but I wasn’t going to make it. I felt the headache growing into a migraine and all I wanted to do was close my eyes, crawl into a soft bed, and pull the covers over my head. I got into the passenger seat and curled into a ball.


Rule didn’t say anything as he turned the ignition on and headed towards home. He left the radio off and didn’t even try and bother with forced pleasantries. I knew he wouldn’t apologize for the scene; he never did, so I didn’t even bring it up. I was drifting in and out of a little nap when Gabe’s ringtone started to trill from my pocket. I swore, which was something I rarely did, and turned the stupid thing off. By now my stomach was in knots and I was seeing spots in front of my eyes.


“He calls you now more than when you were dating.” Rule’s voice was low and I wondered if he had any idea how much my head was

hurting.

”He’s a pain. I told you he didn’t get it.”

“Is it a problem?” I cracked an eye open because it was really out of character for him to show any concern for me.

“No, I mean it’s only been a couple weeks and I think he misses the idea of me more than actually being with me. I keep thinking he’ll get bored or find someone else and just go away.”

“Make sure you let

somebody know if he becomes an issue. No girl should have to deal with that noise.”

“I will.” We lapsed back into silence again until he cleared his throat. I’d known Rule long enough to know he was working his way up to something and I just needed to wait.

“Look, I’m sorry about this morning; I’m sorry about a lot of Sunday mornings. You don’t need to keep seeing me at my worst; in fact it’s not your job to see to me at all. I’m done with forced family fun time.

It’s not doing anything but driving the knife in deeper, and I see that now. This drama has been building for years and it’s not fair that you’re still stuck in the middle of it without Remy to back you up. He loved you to death and I’ve done a piss poor job honoring that.”





I was in too much pain to argue the semantics of my relationship, or rather nonrelationship with Remy to Rule yet again. No one in the Archer family seemed to get that we were friends, best friends and nothing more. The legend of our relationship had turned into a monster that I just couldn’t combat, especially when the tiny amount I had eaten for brunch was suddenly crawling back up my throat. I lurched forward and grabbed Rule’s arm. It probably wasn’t the smartest move since we were going ninety five on the freeway, but I was about to toss my cookies in a car that cost more than some people made in a year.


“Pull over!” Rule

let out a string of curse words and hastily weaved around a minivan to the shoulder of the road. I got the door open and

practically fell on my knees as I lost everything in a violent stream on the asphalt. Warm hands pulled my ponytail out the way and handed me a ragged bandana. When I could finally breathe again, I took the water bottle of water he handed me and sat back on my heels while the world tilted in a bunch of different directions.

“What’s wrong?”





I sloshed the water around and spit it out on the ground away from the tips of his black boots. “Migraine.”


“Since when do you have those?”

“Since always. I

need to lie down in the back.”