Pushing the Limits (Pushing the Limits #1)(79)

She threw a hand up in the air. “Don’t. Don’t cheapen my feelings for you by lying to me. I’m the idiot in this situation. You told me I was yours, nothing more than a piece of property—a body to sleep with. You never promised me anything else. At least you kept your word and made me more than the whores in the backseat of your car. So thanks, Noah, thanks for not f**king me.”

The basement door opened and Isaiah called out, “Coming down, cover up!”

Echo flew up the stairs as he came down. Isaiah stopped at the foot of the stairs watching her leave. “Where’s the fire, Echo?”

“Echo, wait!” I yelled out to her. Isaiah blocked my path.

“What the hell, man?” he asked.

“Let me by,” I growled and pushed past him. By the time I reached the front stoop, Echo had pulled off down the street. I slammed my fist against the house, but my throbbing hand couldn’t match the pain tearing at my heart. I’d lost Echo.

Echo

Lying on my bed, I clutched my tank top to my chest and wished the knife would stop stabbing my heart. Noah’s sweet musky scent lingered on my tank. It had hurt when I’d broken up with Luke, but nothing like this. I loved Noah. I really, really loved him.

His messages made sense. All of them. I stopped counting how many he left after five. He cared for me, wanted to be with me, and had spoken without thinking. Noah secretly had been wondering how to make it work between me and his brothers. If I only called him back, he promised to find a way. Sure, he’d like to marry me, but on my time frame, not his.

Yesterday morning, I’d been ticked, but as the day wore on I realized that the world didn’t revolve around me. More than anything, I wanted to call Noah back, accept his apology and fall into his safe, strong arms, but he deserved better than selfish me.

Never thinking beyond my next tutoring session, I’d been caught up in my own delusions of finding my lost memories. I hadn’t thought about what would happen after graduation or what it would mean for him to gain custody of his brothers. I loved Noah more than I’d ever loved anybody else. I loved him enough to do the thing that hurt me.

I sniffed and wiped my face when someone knocked on my door. “Can I come in?” my father asked from the other side.

No, but my options were limited. I’d snuck past him and Ashley earlier to avoid a confrontation. Dad’s rebuke had to happen at some point. I shoved my tank under my covers, sat up, and hugged a pillow to keep myself from falling apart. “Sure.”

My father took a seat on my bed and stared at my mother’s paintings. He looked as tired as I felt. “Promise me you won’t break curfew again.”

“All right.” Giving in seemed easier at the moment.

He’d opened his mouth as I spoke, then shut it. Obviously, he’d thought we would fight. “Noah’s called the landline twice. You guys have a fight?”

“We broke up.”

He shifted on the bed. “Honey, he did the right thing by telling me you were there.”

I wasn’t having this or any other conversation with him. “Little late to play dad, isn’t it?”

“I am your father and I have never considered you a game to be played.”

Yeah, tell that to Mom. “Look, we’ve got a little over two months until I graduate. Let’s just get through it, okay? As soon as I graduate, I’m leaving. I’ll take early acceptance somewhere or I’ll get a job and an apartment. I’ll be done with you and you can be done with me. If we time it right, I can be out before the baby is born and you can have your fresh start.”

Every worry line deepened. “Echo …”

I let the anger building inside burst free. “Go tell it to Ashley. She’s the only one you’ve ever cared about.”

“That’s not …”

“You left me to die.” I pointed at the door. “Get out of here and out of my life!”

My father lowered his head, nodded, and then left my room.

NOAH

Not bothering with my locker, I headed straight for the cafeteria. Echo had found a way to avoid me this morning, but I’d be damned if I let her slink away now.

“You could tell her I ordered the part for the car,” Isaiah said when he sat next to me.

“I plan on it being my opening line.” I stared at the doors, waiting for her to walk in. I’d give her five more minutes before I chased her around the building.

“You really f**ked this up, Einstein.” Beth tossed her tray full of food on the table.

“You hate her,” I mumbled.

“She grew on me. Kind of like moss.”

Where was she? The door opened to the cafeteria and her favorite gal pal glided in.

“Lila!” I pushed my chair back to go after her, but she changed direction and came to me.

She cocked an annoyed eyebrow. “Yes?”

I withered before very few people, but the look Lila gave me could scare the shit out of serial killers. “Do you know where Echo is?”

“Why? Need a babysitter?” she asked dryly.

Damn, Echo had to be pissed. Did she listen to any of my messages? “I f**ked up and I want to talk to her.”

“You can say that again.”

“I bet you’re enjoying this, prom queen,” snarled Beth. “Were you scared that by hanging with real people like us, she’d figure out that you and the other little Barbie wannabes are full of shit?”