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I’m not at all prepared for
the person standing on the other side.
    “Raven!” Trisha is smiling at me excitedly,
and her straight white teeth make her look like a Hollywood
starlit. Bright blue eyes drift to Harper. “Hey there, Princess!
Why are you crying?” She runs her long fingers across Harpers
cheek, and her eyes soften as Harper sniffles to rein in her tears.
“You are going to be such a heartbreaker, Harper.”
    I want to ask what she’s doing here, but I
don’t want to make her suspect anything. I know I need to get her
far away from here before Steven gets back, but I can’t make my
lips move to form a believable excuse. Steven has never actually
met Trisha. Like I said, Uncle Jim and Trisha usually call before
they show up, and I always try to only have them here when Steven
is gone. It’s obvious that if Steven were to see her that he would
like what he sees, and I know exactly what will happen next. Trisha
is gorgeous, and unfortunately, Steven isn’t blind—neither are his
friends. He wouldn’t be able to have her the way he has me, and
maybe he wouldn’t risk going to jail, but there’s a very real
possibility that in his mind it would be worth a night of fun.
    “Are you going to invite me in, Raven?” She
questions, and I quickly shake my head no as I clear my throat a
little too loudly.
    “We were just heading out to see you
actually.” I fib and hope like hell she won’t question it.
    Her face lights up. “Really? Perfect! Come
on, you can ride with me instead of cabbing it. I really need to
talk to you.”
    My face draws down in curiosity, but I will
do anything to get her away from here at this point. So I step
forward, effectively pushing her away from the door. “Great, let’s
go.”
    Her lips part as if she’s about to say
something, but I push fully past her to close the door quickly
behind me. I grab her arm and practically drag her after me. I take
the stairs at a too fast pace. I can hear Trisha’s muffled curse as
she staggers in her heeled boots.
    “Slow down, killer. It’s nothing that
requires this frenzied pace you’re carrying on with.” I slow down
slightly at the concern in her voice—but not much.
    I’m on a mission to get us out of here. I
won’t stop until I do. My pulse is thrumming through me, but all I
can see is Trisha’s pained expression as Steven does the same
things to her that he does to me. I can’t stand the images flashing
through my mind. I don’t register that we’ve made it outside until
Trisha jerks her arm from my grasp.
    “What the hell has gotten into you, Raven?”
She rubs her hands over her jean-covered thighs and adjusts her
lacy pink top.
    “I’m just excited.” I force the words out
through my parched lips as we climb into Trisha’s fancy, red sports
car. I watch a smile grow on her face as my words remind her of why
she’s here. “You seemed pretty happy about whatever it is you need
to talk to me about.”
    I buckle Harper into the back seat, and wish
I had grabbed her car seat from my room. I tuck the chest belt
behind her back as I climb into Trisha’s car just as she closes the
driver side door.
    “Oh my God, Raven! I have the greatest news
for you.” She gushes as she starts the car and pulls out into
mid-afternoon traffic. I clutch at the door handle as she barely
scraps by a passing car. “Watch where you’re going, shitheads!” She
yells out the window before turning to face me.
    “I talked to Dylan last night, and he is
totally into you! Can you believe it?” Her long blonde hair sways
around her face as her attention switches between me and the road
ahead.
    The expression on her face mirrors the
excitement of a child on Christmas at the thought of someone taking
interest in me. I would be offended if I weren’t so horrified.
    “Dylan? I don’t know anyone named . . .” An
image of a dangerously handsome dirty blonde crosses my mind. I
don’t have to finish the thought. I know exactly who Dylan