Inescapable (The Premonition Series) (11 page)

I don’t know if I fooled him, but he replies, “I think I have an ace bandage. I will go look for it so we can wrap your knee. You will need to limp around for a day or so. Can you do that?” he asks me.

“Sure,” I say, walking stiffly over to one of the bookshelves on the far wall of the room.

Pulling a book from the shelf, I can’t read the title of it because my eyes are brimming with tears. I try really hard to hold them off until Reed leaves the room. Then, bracing one hand on the bookshelf, I bend over slightly at the waist, clutching the leather-bound book to my chest. Tears fall from my eyes, and I brush them away with the back of my hand.

Breathing in deep breaths, I manage to get my emotions under control, but it is a struggle, and I know the least little thing can set me off again. Feeling Reed getting nearer to the library, I wipe the tears from my face with the back of my hand once again and straighten my posture. I crack the book in my hand, but I can’t read a single character because it’s written in Chinese.

Believing it wise to keep my head down as Reed enters the room, I try to act “normal”. “What is this one?” I ask over my shoulder, holding up the book for Reed to identify, feeling proud of the way my voice doesn’t crack or sound too weak.

“It is a compilation of writings by Sun Tzu and Sun Pin,” Reed says, coming up behind me.

I close the book and put it back on the shelf where I had found it. I walk stiffly to another bookshelf farther away from Reed, keeping my back to him. Selecting a small, brown-leather book, I read the title
Heaven and Earth
by Lord Byron.

“You have quite a collection. Is this a first edition?” I ask in disbelief, reading the title page, running my fingers over the embossed paper.

“Yes, but I did not care for the play,” he admits.

There are so many books here that I want to read,
I think, running my fingertips over the bindings.
Who am I kidding, I’ll be lucky to finish a comic book at the rate things are going now.

A small, familiar pain in my chest begins overwhelming me at that moment. The pain usually happens on those rare occasions when I allow myself to think of my parents. I recognize the ache as sorrow.
Things will never be the same,
I think sadly.
From this point on, I am changed. I’ve been given proof now that I’m not a normal person. This is real…
My vision blurs as I desperately try to control my shaking hands.

“Genevieve?” Reed says behind me, but I can no longer answer him.

I am losing control of my emotions, and the sobbing sounds that are coming out of me are as unfamiliar to me as they probably are to Reed, but I can’t stop. In the next moment, Reed lifts me off my feet and carries me to the sofa where I’d spent most of the evening.

He sits down with me on his lap, and I bury my face in his neck and continue to cry unchecked. Reed strokes my hair, attempting to soothe me, which makes me cry harder. We sit together like this for a long time until I finally quiet. Sniffling a couple of times, I try to wiggle off of Reed’s lap, completely embarrassed by my inability to control my emotions.

Reed holds me in place and asks, “Are you feeling better?”

I nod my head weakly, but I don’t speak. He pulls the blanket that I’d used earlier from the foot of the sofa, using it to dry my tears. Hugging me briefly, he slides out from under me to kneel at my feet in front of the sofa. Then, he takes an ace bandage from his pocket and begins wrapping it gently around my knee while I sit limply on the sofa. When he finishes, he secures the ends with a couple of clips, before sitting back silently.

“Why won’t you tell me what’s going on?” I ask in a small voice that sounds pleading, even to me. “I really need to know.”

Indecision clouds his eyes before he asks, “What if I said there is a war going on, and I am a soldier in that war?” My eyes narrow as I try to understand what he is telling me. “As a soldier, I’m versed in destroying my enemies whenever and wherever I find them,” he continues, and I try to ignore the fear that his words inspire in me. “But I have found something I have not seen before, something new. I don’t know if it is my enemy, if it is a weapon of my enemy, or…if it could be on our side. If it is my enemy and I help it, then I’m a traitor; but if it is on my side, and I fail to protect it, then I…” He doesn’t go on.

Feeling like I’m in a daze, I think,
A war? What war? His enemy? If he has enemies, then that means there is something more frightening than him out there, and it could want me dead, too.

“I should get you back to your room now; you look very tired, Genevieve. Or, would you rather sleep here? I have several rooms—you could choose one,” Reed asks, but I shake my head.

“No, please take me back to Yeats,” I say hoarsely.

Reed nods and then he stands. Holding out his hand to me, I take it and let him lead me from the room. He turns on lights as we go because it’s quite dark outside now. When we make it to his car, he opens the door for me, and I slide onto the seat, not looking at him while he closes my door. I buckle my seat-belt as he seats himself and starts the engine.

I sit mutely in the passenger seat, watching the stars in the sky outside my window as Reed drives back to campus. I can feel Reed studying me, but I can’t bring myself to look at him. When we pull into the parking lot of Yeats, Reed stops the car by the back door. I try to open my door to get out, but it’s locked, and I can’t figure out where the unlock button is to open it.

Stupid imported car!
I think uncharitably.

“Genevieve, you have to tell me what you are thinking before you leave,” Reed says, looking at me as I fumble with the door handle that keeps me from escaping. “You haven’t spoken a word since leaving my house, which seems contrary to your character.”

“Is that your way of telling me I talk a lot, Reed?” I ask distractedly.

“No, I just would like to know what you have been thinking,” he insists quietly, making no move to let me out of the car.

“Why? Are you worried about me?” I ask doubtfully, continuing to look for the button that will release the locking mechanism.

He doesn’t answer me. When I still can’t locate the button, I say in growing frustration, “Fine! I was thinking about something you said earlier, about how I’m responsible for bringing Russell here, like I’m a Russell magnet or whatever.” Reed stiffens when I mention Russell’s name, but I continue accusingly, “Well, I was thinking that if I’m responsible for him being here, then maybe someone else is responsible for me being here.”

“What do you mean?” he asks slowly.

“I don’t know, Reed, but whenever you’re around, I have the strangest sensations, a lightness…in here,” I say indicating my abdomen. “That, coupled with the fact that I want to throw myself at you whenever you’re near, indicates to me that perhaps
you
are responsible for
me
being here! Now let me out of this car before I die of embarrassment,” I demand, pulling on the handle again and hoping it will magically open.

“You cannot die of embarrassment,” he says with a smug smile on his lips.

“Reed!”
I shout, and when I hear the automatic lock click, I am out of the car instantly.

CHAPTER 7

The History Of Art

I don’t have my keys to get in the dorm. I’d left everything that I had brought with me to field hockey practice on the field. Walking around the dorm to the front doors, I find them locked—of course. It is nearly midnight now; I’m beginning to realize that I had been at Reed’s house a long time. Locating what I think is the window to Buns’s room, I search the ground for a couple of small pebbles to throw at it.

Relief floods through me when Buns come to the window after I manage to hit it with a pebble.
“Evie,”
Buns squeals girlishly. “I’ll be right down, sweetie, don’t move!”

She disappears, and it takes less than a minute for Buns and Brownie to come bursting out of the double doors, letting them close and lock behind them. Before I could point this out to them, they sandwich me between them in a group hug.

“Are you okay, sweetie? We were so worried about you. How’s your knee? Tamera is
so
off the team; she totally did that on purpose. What did the doctor say? Can you walk on it? Can you play?” Buns and Brownie say in a torrent of words.

“I’m okay. I’m just supposed to rest my knee for a day or so, and then it should be as good as new. See, I can walk on it already,” I say, demonstrating a limp for them when they disengage from the hug that had me pinned between them. “Can I still play, when I’m better?” I ask hopefully. If I play field hockey, then that would be at least an hour out of my day when I wouldn’t have to think about what I am—or what might be out there waiting for me.

“Of course! It’s so killa that you’re gonna be on the team! We’re gonna annihilate the Kappas this year,” Brownie says, jumping up and down with her pale platinum hair shining in the moonlight.

“Uh, Brownie, we annihilated the Kappas last year—they suck,” Buns says in amusement.

“I know, but we’re going to really, really annihilate them this year!” Brownie agrees evilly.

“Yes, let’s, that sounds amazing!” I agree, getting swept up in their enthusiasm, but a yawn escapes me.

Buns sees it before I can hide it behind my hand. “Evie, I’m so sorry!” she gushes in concern. “We have you standing out here in the middle of the night after you’ve been at the hospital for hours—stuck with Reed. Did he bore you to death in the waiting room? I hope they had some fashion magazines to read at least,” she says, walking over and unlocking the door with a key stashed behind the stone bench.

“Uh, there was plenty to read where we went. Thanks,” I mutter, feeling a little guilty when the girls get on either side of me to help me limp up the stairs. I quickly decide that the guilt is preferable to having to explain my amazing healing capacity. When we reach their room, I wait while Brownie runs inside to get my bag and keys.

Thanking both girls again for their help, I start to go to my room, but Buns stops me as she says, “Oh, Evie, by the way, we left something for you in your room. Let us know if you need help getting it back out,” she says with a wink.

“What is it?” I ask, but she just smiles and goes into her room, closing the door.

I stop by the bathroom on my way back to my room, and then I go wearily down the hall and unlock my door. It is almost completely dark inside; the only light comes from my desk lamp in the corner across from my bed. The light is shining down on the tawny hair directly beneath it.

Russell, seated at my desk, had fallen asleep; his large body is slumped over with his head cradled in his arms. I lean my head against the doorframe, watching him for a few moments. He must’ve been very worried to risk getting caught in my room. A stab of guilt shoots through me when I look at his handsome face. Poor Russell, he tried to rescue me again and wasn’t able to because he had been seriously outgunned.

I close the door and kick off my shoes, watching for signs of wakefulness in him. Then I strip off the filthy practice uniform I’m wearing and change into a clean t-shirt and boxer-like pajama bottoms. Running a brush through my hair a couple of times, working out the knots that have accumulated in it from practice, I sweep it up in a massive ponytail near the crown. Brushing my teeth and washing my face, I watch Russell, who hasn’t stirred at all.

After I cross to my desk, I lay my hand on Russell’s hair and gently smooth it away from his face, tucking some of it behind one ear. He smiles in his sleep; it is so sweet that I find that I am smiling, too.

“Russell…Russ,” I whisper in his ear with my hand resting on his shoulder.

“Evie?” he asks groggily, lifting his head from the desk and squinting at me.

“Hey,” I say softly. “Are you okay? You look terrible. What’re you thinking sneaking in here? You want to lose your scholarship?” I scold gently. He doesn’t answer me but pulls me down on his lap, hugging me fiercely. I rest my head against his shoulder and say, “I’m okay—my knee should be better in a couple days.”

I’m glad he can’t see my face. I hate lying to him because it feels like such a betrayal after what we’ve been through together, but what are the consequences for him in discovering the truth? He’ll be more entangled in my mess, for one, and I can’t have that. I can see that clearly now.

“I checked the Crestwood Hospital, Evie. Where’d he take ya?” Russell asks me quietly.

Paling, I realize I have to come up with a lie that will cover this and be unverifiable. “Reed thinks the local hospital is inept, so he drove me to a specialist near Ann Arbor. That’s why it took so long. I’m sorry you were worried. I didn’t have my phone with me; I left it at the field,” I say lamely, feeling like the monster I no doubt am.

“Really, what’s the doctor’s name?” he asks suspiciously.

“I can’t remember his name. Reed signed me in. I’m sure it’ll be on the big fat bill my uncle gets in the mail in a few weeks,” I sigh.
I’m going straight to hell; there is no question.
“I’m sorry Reed got you again with his voice thing. I asked him not to do that to you anymore.”

“Evie?” Russell says.

“Yes?” I reply.

“Yer a really bad liar,” he says, his frustration apparent in his tone.

“I know, but I don’t know any other way to protect you,” I reply tiredly, getting off his lap and walking over to the alarm clock. “I’m setting this for five o’clock so we can sneak you out before Megan, the RA, gets up. The only person I’ve ever slept next to is my best friend, Molly, and she never mentioned that I snore, but if I do, you can just keep that info to yourself—and no funny stuff. When I say sleep, I mean sleep,” I inform him, going to the bed and pulling the blanket back. I’m so tired I feel dizzy from it.

“Can I take my shirt off?” Russell asks behind me.

“Uh…sure,” I say, not looking at him. This is probably a really bad idea, but I can’t do anything but climb into my single bed. After switching off the desk lamp, the bed sags when Russell gets in next to me.

My bed is hardly big enough for him; his feet are hanging off the end. He is so large that he can’t help but touch me. There is no other way to manage other than to turn toward him and rest my cheek on his chest so that his shoulders can lay flat on the mattress. “Please tell me they gave you a bigger bed in your room. Your feet are hanging off this one,” I say sleepily.

“Uh huh,” he replies, sounding exhausted, too. “Measured me and made it custom.”

“That’s nice,” I manage to reply.

“Evie, yer gonna tell me what really happened tonight,” Russell states soporifically.

“Mmmm…sleep…my favorite,” I reply drowsily.

I don’t hear anything after that except for the alarm clock going off at five a.m. I’m lying on my side with my back to Russell, and he has his arms wrapped around me snugly. Reaching one arm back, he turns the clock off, and then he returns his arm to rest on my hip. The sun isn’t up yet, but there is enough predawn light to see by.

“Need more sleep,” I whisper. “Ugh, my hair is everywhere, I should just cut it all off one of these days,” I say groggily, trying to sit up only to find my hair is trapped under Russell’s arm.

“Don’t ya dare do that, Red,” Russell whispers back in horror, releasing my hair from under his arm. “I’ll never forgive ya for it if ya do.”

“Deal breaker, huh?” I whisper and sit up, rubbing my eyes to clear them.

“I wouldn’t go that far…just don’t do it,” he says, watching me from his position propped up on an elbow. “Maybe we should just skip today. They never teach ya anythin’ on the first day of school. I know ya want more sleep,” he says invitingly, patting the space where I had just been snuggled up next to him.

“Russell Marx, we’re not skipping! Anyway, we have to get you out of here before Megan hears you or before anyone else gets up. You know the showers are down the hall, and some girls just walk in towels to and from them,” I explain quietly, trying to get him to move from the bed.

“Really…well, I can’t miss that…I’ll just wait here ‘til they all get up and then…” he trails off when I hit him with my pillow.

“Russell!” I whisper sternly, “Get up! We’re getting you out of here.”

“Yer grumpy in the mornin’. Need some coffee or somethin’?” he whispers teasingly.

“Yes, a whole pot at this point,” I say, getting up.

I stumble stiffly toward my closet and find a hooded sweatshirt to put on because it’s colder than normal this morning. Zipping it up, I notice my knee is still wrapped in the bandage Reed had put on me the night before, so I limp a little while walking back toward the bed. I pick Russell’s shirt up off the back of my chair where he’d put it and bring it back to the bed with me.

“How come you’re in such a good mood? You couldn’t have gotten much more sleep than I did last night. Are you a morning person?” I ask in mock horror.

“A mornin’ person, well maybe, but let’s just say I got to experience the nicest parts of hell last night,” he says quietly, taking the shirt I offer him. As he rises out of the bed, I can’t help looking over his perfect abdomen and chest before he shrugs into his shirt.

“I’m sorry, the nicest parts of hell? What does that mean?” I ask.

“Red, yer not a guy, so there’s no point explainin’,” he smiles at me, but does not elaborate further. “Am I really the first guy to sleep next to ya?” he asks.

“Yes,” I admit, blushing and handing Russell his shoes to put on.

“So that means…” Russell starts to say. He complies by taking his shoes from me and putting them on.

“Yes, that’s exactly what that means,” I reply before he could go on. I am not prepared for embarrassing conversations this early in the morning. I walk to my closet, retrieving a pair of sandals to put on.

“How’s that possible?” he asks me with a grin on his face.

“I just haven’t met the right person,” I mutter, feeling my blush deepening. “And stop grinning at me like the Cheshire cat,” I say, slipping the sandals on.

I go to the door and open it just enough to stick my head out. Since no one is in the hall, I motion for Russell to join me. We walk to the back stairs. Opening the back door, I check to make sure no one is in the parking lot; it seems empty, so I walk outside with Russell and let the door close behind us.

“Whew, that was a close one, no one
almost
saw us,” Russell says, grinning sweetly.

I smile too—I can’t help it. “When’s your first class today?” I ask him, feeling relief at not getting caught.

“It’s not until ten. I’ll get one of the guys to grab me somethin’ from the cafeteria,” he says smugly.

“Oh, you get to go back to bed until ten…I don’t think I like you anymore! I have Art History at eight, but it’s okay because I think it’s going to be my favorite class,” I say with anticipation as I absently try to smooth my hair back from my face, fighting the breeze blowing it.

Russell’s eyebrow quirks, “Why?” he asks, before he reaches over to tuck my hair behind my ear for me.

“Because I’ve never had a class like it. It will be my existential flight from the iron cage of reason,” I reply hopefully, feeling fairly excited about the prospect of something different.

“Damn girl, y’all are smart. I’m not even sure what ya meant by that, but it sounds phat. Anyway, when can we talk?” he asks significantly. “We need to discuss what happened to ya yesterday.”

“There is nothing to discuss,” I state stubbornly, hoping that he’ll just let it go if he meets with some resistance.

“I say there is, and if yer not sayin’, then I’ll have to go ask the thing who dragged ya off what happened,” Russell states just as stubbornly, definitely not letting anything go. He is dug in.

“Oh, that’s a great idea. Since you two are so tight, I’m sure he’ll tell you everything. While you’re at it, why don’t you invite him to hang out, come to a game!” I say sarcastically. “Are you insane?”

“Insane, no, but I’ve seen some things recently that have made me question reality as I’ve known it. Meetin’ y’all was like splittin’ an atom. Ya happened by, and then my whole world blew up, and I’m just tryin’ to make sense of it all. So if that means confrontin’ a key player in our drama, then I’ll do it,” he says with determination.

“Why won’t you let me protect you, Russell? Please. This isn’t a drama. This is…this is…and I’m…and you just can’t… you just can’t, Russell.” I put my cheek against his chest and Russell’s arms slide around me, hugging me soothingly. “Just let me handle it…Please?”