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become numb against it. How long has it been since Matt abandoned me? Seconds, hours, days? At first I assumed he left to get help—to find sanity in the insane, but no...he left. He just left.
    “Haley!” The voice is far away, yet a nagging inside me says it’s near.
    Blood soaks my hands. It’s Matt’s blood—I think. Maybe mine. I don’t know. We argued. That’s all we do anymore...argue. It’s what we’re good at, but now it seems wrong. He hit me. I hit him back. And somehow neither of us stopped.
    “She’s cold,” Jax says. “And look at her eyes. I think she’s in shock.”
    It’s an effort to turn my head toward Jax. His whitish-blond hair is spiked into a Mohawk. His shirt goes up and over his head and he lays it on my arms and chest, but not my hands. No, he wouldn’t let it touch my hands. The blood would ruin his white T-shirt.
    “Haley!” Jax poises his hands near me, not touching, just there...moving as if he doesn’t know what to fix first or worried that if he did make contact he’d become diseased, cursed like me. “What happened?”
    “I don’t know.” I don’t recognize my voice. I’m different now. Changed.
    I’m up like I’ve done a sit-up and my older brother, Kaden, supports my weight with his chest. He lifts my wrists. “Are you bleeding?”
    I shake my head. “No.” I don’t think so.
    The room spins and so do I. Kaden drops my hands to grip my shoulders. “Easy, Haley. Is she hurt?”
    I tilt my head and thoughtfully look at Jax. Am I? Matt slapped my face. It’s how the fight started. Is there a permanent bruise there? My own personal scarlet letter branding me as defeated?
    Jax’s eyes dart everywhere. “She looks okay, but she ain’t acting right. Her knuckles are bruised. She’s definitely been in a fight.”
    “There was blood.” That seems important to tell. “Matt and I have been together for a year.” Because that also feels important. One month after the end of my sophomore year, Matt and I began. Now, it’s the end of my junior year and Matt and I are over.
    I nod. Yes, we’re over. There’s no coming back from this.
    “Yes,” I repeat. “There was blood.”
    “Who did you make bleed?” asks Jax. “Matt?”
    Matt and I argued and he was mad, so mad. He slapped me, punched my stomach, then went for the head, and I intercepted him. I was a few hits in when he took advantage of my dropped guard and I absorbed the blow behind the ear. I collapsed to the floor and then he left. “I hit him.”
    I stopped his initial attack and I made him bleed.
    “Matt did this to you?” Kaden’s voice is pitched low yet hard, a promise of violence.
    I shiver at the unsaid warning. They can’t go after Matt. They can’t. I’ve already created too much destruction.
    “I saw her leave the party with him,” Kaden continues.
    Jax launches off the floor. “He’s fucking dead.”
    “You can’t.” Ignoring the pressure of Kaden’s hands, I press my feet hard against the concrete while swatting at my brother. He lets me go and Jax grabs my arm when I sway.
    Jax leans into me as he holds me up. “What the fuck happened?”
    My eyes flash open and Jax’s shouted words echo in my head.
    I’ve never been so relieved to see the roofing nails sticking through my uncle’s roof. I suck in a breath to calm the rush of blood pounding my temples. I used to have this nightmare frequently after things ended between me and Matt this past summer and it figures I’d have it again after what happened last night. Especially since it was his younger brother who jumped me.
    What sucks is it’s not just a nightmare. It’s the past reliving itself in my dreams.
    I sit up and shiver against the cold air of the attic. No, it’s not the cold air flowing from the cracked window causing the chill. It’s the fact that life has become complicated. I gather my long hair at the base of my neck. Complicated. When is life going to be easy?
    This past summer, I lied to Jax and