Page 121 of Rock Me All Night
I creep upstairs. If my mom really wants to talk about Rosie, I want to be there with her.
The door to her room is open a sliver. She's sitting on the bed, in the dark, her hands wrapped around a silver frame.
That frame used to be on the wall. One of the family pictures. An old one, when we were kids, before everything went wrong.
There are tears running down her cheeks. They're silent, like she doesn't want anyone to know it hurts.
I grab onto the doorknob, but I can't bring myself to push the door open.
What would I say?
I don't have the answers. I don't have a clue how to handle this.
My grip on the knob releases. Better to go to my room, alone. Better to cry, alone, where I won't hurt anyone else.
A few hours pass. I pull my comforter over my head and read one of myStar Warsbooks. The words don't make an impact. Everything about this house is suffocating.
My dad goes to sleep. The lights go out. Miles joins me on the bed and wraps his arms around me. He goes right for the gold. His hands slide under my cardigan, tracing the outline of my bra.
"We can get this off now," he says.
The heat rushing through my body is the first pleasant thing I've felt all day, but my parents are three doors down. "Not here."
His lips skim my neck. "You're right." He sinks his teeth into my skin. "No way you can stay quiet."
"I can. But you like it when I'm loud."
"Fuck yes." He runs his fingers over my inner thighs. "There's someplace I want to take you."
"Yeah?"
"You'll like it." He pulls me off the bed. "Of course, you'll be coming so hard you'll barely be aware of your surroundings."
I like it already.
