Bitter Falls (Stillhouse Lake)(16)

“You just took off from your foster home?”

“A while back, yeah. Then I found myself at a bus stop not too far away and I thought, hell, why not find you. And here I am.”

That is not Vee’s story. I know she’s lying to me but I don’t know why. “Look, you can stay tonight, but you’ve got to go before my mom gets up in the morning, okay? I’ll get you some food and—”

“Lanta.” She puts both hands on my shoulders and leans close. I freeze. Her eyes are so pretty, and my heart is beating so fast it hurts. “Atlanta Proctor, you don’t have to do nothin’ you don’t want to do. You know that, don’t you? I’ll be gone if you want me gone. Ain’t no big thing.”

I feel warm. Weightless. Strange. I want to run to my mother. I want to kiss this girl. I don’t know what’s going on right now.

I don’t answer. I just lie down and pull the covers up. Vee watches me for a few seconds, then slips in beside me under the sheet and blankets and the heavy duvet, and the sheer animal warmth of her makes me forget how to breathe.

She moves closer, and I can feel her almost touching me. I shiver, waiting.

I feel her warm breath on the back of my neck as Vee whispers, “Good night, Lanta.”

I catch myself on a gasp, and reach over and turn the light out.

I don’t think I can sleep at all, having her beside me. My mind is racing. My pulse is too. I feel hot and cold and exhilarated and terrified, and I know none of it is right but I don’t care. I don’t care. I wasn’t even hardly alone with Vee back in Wolfhunter; when I was, there were lots of other problems to worry about. But I’ve spent time thinking about her after that. It feels unreal that she’s just . . . shown up. Like this is a dream, and when I wake up, she’ll be gone.

When Vee’s arms go around my waist and pull me close, I moan, and it feels so good. It feels like the best kiss in the world, even though we haven’t kissed at all.

I feel her sigh on the skin at the back of my neck, and then she just . . . falls asleep. I know she does. I feel her relax. I hear the rhythm of her breath change.

She’s drunk or high or something, I tell myself. You shouldn’t have let her in here. You shouldn’t be in the bed with her right now. Get up.

I don’t.

I fall asleep, too, despite all the fear and uncertainty and longing inside me.

Because as wrong as this is, Vee Crockett makes me feel . . . safe. And I know that’s very wrong; Vee isn’t a safe person. But maybe it’s just feeling, well, wanted again.

Vee says she came here for me.

Maybe she’s not lying.

When I wake up again, it’s because Vee is moving. She’s pulling her arms back from me, and yawning. I blink at the dull glow from the window. It’s not dawn yet, but it’s coming fast. Mom will be up soon, if she isn’t already. Holy shit, I need to get Vee out of here. Now.

I slip out of bed and hold a finger to my lips as I slide on my house shoes. Vee smiles at me, a warm and lazy kind of smile, and burrows into the pillows like she intends to stay. I open the door and listen. No sounds in the house yet. I hurry down the hall and into the living room, and I’m just entering the code for my window again when I hear the bright chime of Sam’s alarm going off. Shit shit shit. I nearly miss the buttons, I’m going so fast, but I manage to get it right, and I rush back to my room and shut and lock the door. I can hear Mom and Sam getting up.

“You have to go,” I whisper to Vee. “Now. Now!” I pull her up to a sitting position, and she winks at me, yawns again, and jams her bare feet into the boots she left on the floor. Her hair has dried all crazy, but she doesn’t seem to care about that. She puts her dirty clothes in the duffel bag. I open the window. She dumps the bag out and sits on the sill and looks at me, dangling her feet like a little kid.

“Can I come back tonight?” she asks me. I shake my head. “Oh, come on now, girl. That was fun, wasn’t it? And I was nice. I didn’t take no advantages.”

“Vee, if my mom finds you here, she’ll freak the hell out. You’re supposed to be in a foster home! You can’t just . . . run away.”

“Yes, I can. You send me back there I’ll do it again.” Her smile fades. I see that cool distance in her eyes, the same as I saw back in Wolfhunter when she was in jail. Vee’s complicated. And I know she’s got the death of her mom to deal with, and she’s probably doing that the bad way, with drinking and drugs. My mother will absolutely kill me if I don’t tell her about Vee being here.

But I’m still not sure I will.

“Come back tonight,” I tell Vee. “I can wash your clothes for you, maybe.” I have no idea why I’m making that offer, but I’ve already said it and it’s too late, and Vee’s smile makes me go weak inside.

She kisses me. It’s fast, and hot, and then she’s rolling backward out the window and springing up like a gymnast. She hits the ground running. I quickly shut the window and try to catch my breath. I feel like I have a fever.

Someone taps on the door. I flinch and rush over and unlock it. I fling it open. “What?” I sound bitchy. I’m just scared. “I’m up!”

It’s Mom, and she doesn’t look pleased. “You left towels all over the bathroom floor,” she says. “You know better, Lanny. Clean it up. Go. Now.”