Rowdy (Marked Men #5)(56)
Recognition crested like waves in a storm as his eyes shifted from happy blue to blustery navy in between blinks.
“Poppy?” His tone was anything but welcoming, and sharp with emotions I couldn’t identify. He didn’t seem happy to see her and his gaze got even darker when he took in her battered appearance.
“Rowdy?” She breathed the noise out and he pushed the hat up a little farther on his forehead.
Jimbo had no idea what was going on, so he was running around in circles between the two of us, obviously concerned why his humans were just standing around like statues.
“What happened to you?” His voice was hard, and even though there was a lot of anger in it I didn’t think any of it was directed at my now-shivering sister.
I blew out a breath and it sent some of my dark hair dancing on my forehead. “We haven’t exactly gotten that far yet. She just showed up and I just got home.”
His thunderous gaze shifted from me back to her and stayed on her as she gaped at him in a mix of shock and something else that looked an awful lot like shame. It didn’t exactly make me want to jump for joy that he was practically ignoring me during their tense standoff.
Sick of the awkwardness and alive with rage that anyone had dared to put their hands on my little sister in such a violent way, I reached out and shoved the door open. Jimbo darted inside and I snapped at Rowdy, “Are you going to come in?”
He finally looked at me and his mouth pulled down hard in a frown. “No. Call me later.”
He pulled his shirt out of the back of his jeans and yanked the hat off his head in a bunch of stiff and jerky movements. He pulled the fabric on over his broad chest and looked at my sister with blustery eyes. “I can’t believe you’re back in this same place again, Poppy.”
He turned on his heel and disappeared down the hallway without a backward glance at me or at Poppy. I locked my teeth together and gently guided my sister into the apartment and then took a minute to clean up the mess I had left in front of my doorway. I wanted to jump Poppy’s shit for just showing up out of the blue. I wanted to tear her a new one for not letting me know what had been going on and I wanted to cuddle her up and kiss her forehead because she just looked so beat down and mistreated. My first instinct was to call Saint and have her come look my sister over to make sure she was okay, but Poppy looked like she was about to break apart, so that was going to have to wait.
Poppy drifted over to the couch and just sort of folded in on herself as she sat down. I went to the freezer and dug out a few ice cubes that I wrapped in a dish towel. I gave her the makeshift ice pack and took a seat on the coffee table across from her.
Poppy’s coloring all around was lighter than mine and the way the bruises darkened her complexion and shadowed her eyes made me taste murder on the tip of my tongue.
“How did you get here?” I figured I would start out easy with her since she seemed so spooked.
“I drove. Oliver wouldn’t let me go to the hospital and I knew my wrist was really messed up. This time he went too far.”
I sucked in a breath so fast it whistled through my teeth. “This time?” They had been married for a couple of years now. I didn’t even want to guess how long this had been going on. I felt like I should have known better when Poppy started to pull away from me.
She just shrugged. “I called Dad and told him how bad I was hurt and that I needed help. He told me I must have done something to bring Oliver’s treatment upon myself.” She started shaking and crying again and the hand that wasn’t holding the ice to her face curled into a fist on her leg. “After all, Oliver is a deacon in the church and he’s a good, God-fearing man, so the fault must lie with me.”
“Dad knows this guy has been hitting you and is blaming you for it?” My voice was unsteady with rage.
She just nodded and groaned, as the motion obviously hurt her. “I waited until Oliver left for work, packed a bag, and left. I drove and drove. I had no idea where I was going. I just knew I hurt and felt sick and that the last place I wanted to be was Loveless. It wasn’t until I stopped to get gas at the border that I realized I was headed to you.”
I reached out and took her hand. “Why didn’t you ask me for help? I would’ve come and rescued you.”
She just shook her head and kept on crying. “I’m not a little kid anymore. I knew what was happening was wrong. He has been hitting me in places that no one could see for years. It wasn’t until recently he started losing control and I ended up looking like this. It’s just gotten worse and worse.”
“Poppy . . .”
She barked out a laugh that was so broken and sharp I literally felt it scratch across my skin and leave marks.
“We were discussing having kids. I didn’t want to, not with someone like him. Not with a life like this.” She tore her hand free and waved it in front of her battered face. “This was the result of me saying no.”
“Jesus.”
She laughed again. “Jesus has nothing to do with this.”
I tucked some of my hair behind my ears and just stared at her in shock for a minute. “I can’t believe I had no idea any of this was going on.”
She lifted a shoulder and let it fall. “It’s not exactly something I’m proud of. I should be able to do what you did and walk away. I’ve known since the first time Oliver raised his hand to me that I was in a bad situation. I’ve been there before and I just didn’t learn my lesson.”