Page 146 of Beyond the Temptation: Vol 2

Pressing her forehead to her knees, she spoke words that ravaged my heart. Her hand in mine tightened with each word. “I haven’t always been like this. My dad died almost a year ago. In fact, tomorrow is the anniversary. It was like someone flipped a switch in my mom. She was never overly caring, but I thought she loved me. That was until my dad died. He was my everything. Hers as well. At first, I didn’t notice so much because I was drowning in grief, but then I started noticing small things that were changing in her.

“At first, she started getting her hair and nails done.” She shrugged as best she could in her position. “No big deal, right? I didn’t realize it was for a man. A man who obviously wasn’t my father. She never tried that hard when he was alive, but she was for someone who wasn’t her husband. She didn’t tell me she was dating. No, I had to figure that out for myself. I realized she wasn’t going to business dinners every night but on dates.”

Turning her head then, she looked at me. Even in the dark, I could see her pain. “She stopped going to the grocery store, and there was no longer food in the fridge or money where we always kept it for tips and late-night pizza.”

Who did that to her own daughter?

Was that why she came by tonight? Had she not had anything to eat since Friday at school?

“Did you come to my house tonight because you were hungry?” It hurt to think it wasn’t to see me, but that was nothing compared to the pain I felt thinking she’d been at home starving for days while Payton and I had been pigging out.

“Yes,” her one word was strangled as it slipped passed her lips.

“Fuck.” I wanted to find her mom and shake some sense into her. How could she do that to her daughter? And the sad part was I knew there was more. Picking her up, I placed her in my lap and held her stiff body in my arms. She needed to feel that there was at least one person in the world who cared for her and wanted what was best for her. Eventually, she relaxed into my hold and laid her head against my chest. “You don’t have to say anything more.” Running one hand down her back, I tried to rein in my emotions. It was hard after learning what I had, but I did it for her. “I wish you would have come over sooner. If I had known...”

“I didn’t want you to know. Even though I didn’t want to move here, I thought maybe things would be different with Trent, but he doesn’t care either. Maybe he doesn’t know.”

But how couldn’t he?

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too. Now you see why I have to leave. She doesn’t care if I live or die. In fact, her life would probably be easier if I did die. Then she’d get the money my dad left me.”

It was insensitive, but I had to ask even if I was unsure if she’d tell me. “I know it’s not my place to ask and not that it makes any difference, but I’m trying to understand. Did your dad leave your mom any money?”

Her head popped up, and her eyes met mine. It was too dark to see the color of her blue eyes, but the pain I saw shone as bright as the sun. “Some, but I’m sure she blew through it in the first few months.”

“Not that it’s any excuse for the way she’s treated you, but do you think that’s why she changed? Maybe she’s mad she didn’t get more.”

“I wouldn’t put it past her,” she simply said.

Who could do that to their own daughter? Purposefully have no food in the house and leave no money for her to eat. She had to be wondering how her daughter was still functioning on the few scraps of food she did have at her house.

“From now on, you’re coming to dinner at my house every night.”

“I can’t do that. Won’t your parents wonder why I’m there?”

“No, I’ll tell them the reason, and they’ll ask me why you weren’t eating dinner with us sooner.” It was true. They’d be appalled to learn of the way Harley’s mom treated her while she was right next door this whole time.

“I can’t,” she cried before burying her head in the crook of my neck.

“If you don’t come over, I’ll either bring the food to you or drag your ass over to my house. Either way, I’m going to make sure you eat. I couldn’t live with myself knowing you’re sitting over there starving.” I dipped my head and rested it against the top of hers. “This is why you weren’t running the last couple of days, isn’t it? You didn’t even have the energy to do the one thing that helps you escape.”

My skin heated at the thought of Harley’s only escape being taken away from her. The simmering blood in my body was now boiling and close to flowing over. It was next to impossible to keep myself from raging, but I knew nothing good would come of it, and Harley would likely never open up to me again. Plus, her mom wasn’t home. I’d seen the car leave. That’s why I thought Harley was gone as well.

“I don’t know why I told you all of that.” She moved to push herself off me, and I knew she was getting ready to shut down. I couldn’t let that happen. Not now.

“Stop trying to push me away. If you don’t want to talk anymore, fine, but I’m not going to let you run away from me.” Not when I knew I was the only person she had, even as unwilling as she was to admit that.

“You’re a stubborn jackass,” she huffed but stopped fighting me and settled back in my lap.

“Maybe, but so are you. You’ve got too much pride to ask for help when you’re absolutely miserable and need it.”

She knew I was right but didn’t admit it. Instead, she swiveled herself in my lap until she was facing the water. At least she had this place that gave her solace. I only hoped one day, I could be that for her as well.

CHAPTER EIGHT

HARLEY

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