The Edge of Always

  “Damon!” I shriek as he tackles Blake before he can get up and starts pummeling his face with his fists. “Stop! Damon! Oh my God!”

  Another series of punches rain down on Blake before the shock wears off me and I run over and try pulling Damon off of him. I lunge on Damon’s back, grabbing his flailing arms by the wrists, but he’s so focused on beating the shit out of Blake that I feel like I’m on the back of one of those mechanical bulls. I’m thrown off and land hard on the concrete on my butt and hands.

  Blake finally gets up after serving one good punch at the side of Damon’s face.

  “What the fuck is your problem, man?!” Blake says, stumbling to his feet. One hand never leaves his jaw where he continuously rubs it as if trying to pop it back into place. His nose is bleeding from both nostrils and his upper lip is busted and swollen. All of the blood looks black in the darkness.

  “You know what the fuck!” Damon roars and goes to attack him again, but I rush over and do what I can to hold him back. I step around in front of him and shove the palms of my hands against his rock-hard chest.

  “Just stop it, Damon! We were just talking! What the hell is wrong with you?” I’m yelling so loud already my voice feels strained.

  I turn at the waist, keeping my hands firmly on Damon’s chest and I look right at Blake. “I’m so sorry, Blake, I-I—”

  “Don’t worry about it,” he says with a hard, rebuffed expression. “I’m outta here.”

  He turns and walks away through the metal door. A vociferous bang! resounds through the air as it slams behind him. I whirl back around at Damon with fire in my eyes and I push him as hard as I can in the chest. “You asshole! I can’t believe you did that!” I’m literally screaming three inches from his face.

  Damon’s lip furrows and he’s still breathing hard from the fight. His dark eyes are wide and unfettered and sort of feral. A part of me feels suspicious of him, but the part of me that has known him for twelve years cancels the suspicion out.

  “What are you doing leaving with some guy you just fucking met? I thought you were smarter than that, Cam, even buzzed out of your mind!”

  I step back from him and cross my arms angrily over my stomach. “Are you calling me stupid? We were just talking!” I shriek and my blonde hair falls down around my eyes. “I’m perfectly capable of recognizing the assholes from the nice guys, and right about now I’m seeing a total fucking asshole!”

  He appears to grit his teeth behind his tightly closed lips. “Call me what you want, but I was just protecting you.” He says it surprisingly calm.

  “From what?” I shout. “Bad conversation? A guy who genuinely just wanted to talk?”

  Damon smirks. “No guy just wants to talk,” he says as if he’s an expert. “No guy is going to lead a girl that looks like you out alone on the top of a goddamned warehouse building just to talk. Ten more minutes and he would’ve thrown your little ass on top of that table and had his way with you. No one can hear you scream out here, Cam.”

  I swallow down a lump in my throat, but another one forms in its place. Maybe Damon’s right. Maybe I was so blinded by Blake’s sincere and privately wounded personality that I completely fell for a tactic I never contemplated. Sure, I’ve envisioned these kinds of situations before and have seen the typical ones on television, but maybe Blake was trying something else on me… No, I don’t believe it. He would’ve thrown me on the picnic table if I asked him to, but my heart tells me he wouldn’t have otherwise.

  I turn my back on Damon, not wanting him to see anything left in my face that might give away that for a second I actually believed him. I’m pissed as hell for the way he handled it, but I can’t hate him forever because he really was just looking out for me. Overloaded on alpha male testosterone, no doubt, but looking out for me, nonetheless.

  “Cam, look at me please.”

  I wait a few defiant seconds before turning around with my arms still crossed.

  Damon peers in at me with a softer gaze than before. “I’m sorry, I just…,” he sighs and looks off to the side now as though what he’s about to say he can’t while looking right at me, “… Camryn, I can’t stand the thought of you with some other guy.”

  I feel like someone just punched me in the gut. I even let out a weird yelping sound from my throat and my eyes grow wide.

  I glance nervously toward the metal door and then back at him. “Where’s Natalie?” I have to drive this topic completely off this roof. What the hell did he just say? No, he can’t mean what it sounded like. I must’ve heard him wrong. Yeah, my buzz is back and I’m not thinking straight.

  He steps up closer to me and cups my elbows in his hands. Instantly, I feel the need to back away from him, but I’m frozen in the same spot, barely able to move anything other than my eyes.

  “I mean it,” he says, lowering his voice to a desperate whisper. “I’ve wanted you since seventh grade.”

  There’s that punch to the gut again.

  Finally, I manage to back away from him. “No. No.” I shake my head back and forth, trying to make sense of this. “Are you drunk, Damon? Or strung out? Something’s wrong with you.” My arms come uncrossed and I put up my hands. “We need to go find Natalie. I won’t say anything to her about what you said because you won’t remember it in the morning, but we really do need to go. Now.”

  I start to walk toward the now closed metal door, but feel Damon’s hand collapse around my bicep and he turns me around. My breath catches and that suspicious feeling I had about him earlier comes back full-force, completely reversing the years I’ve known him and have trusted him. He glares at me with eyes more feral than before, but manages to retain a sort of eerie softness in them, too.

  “I’m not drunk and I haven’t done any coke since last week.”

  The fact that he does coke at all is more than enough to make it impossible to ever be attracted to him, but he’s always been one of my closest friends and so I’ve always overlooked his drug use. But he’s telling the truth right now and being such a close friend for so long is what allows me to know this.

  For the first time, I wish he was strung out because then we really could forget this ever happened.

  I look down at his fingers clamped around my arm and finally notice how much pressure he’s applying and it scares me.

  “Let go of my arm, Damon, please.”

  Instead of loosening, I feel his fingers tighten and I try to pull away. He jerks me towards him and before I can react, he crushes his mouth over mine, his free hand wraps around the back of my neck forcing my head still. He tries to stick his tongue in my mouth, but I manage to rear my head back just enough to butt my forehead into his. It stuns him—and me—and instinctively he lets go of my body.

  “Cam! Wait!” I hear him yelling out to me as I run away and throw open the metal door.

  I hear his fierce footsteps moving after mine as he races down the loud metal stairs behind me, but I lose him once I make it back into the cage elevator, slam the fence gate closed and pound hard once on the Main button. The same ogre who let us in the club is standing at the door when I rush past him, having to partially shove him out of my way to get outside.

  “Take it easy, babe!” he shouts as I run down the sidewalk and away from the warehouse.

  I walk as far as the Shell station and call a cab to pick me up.

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  Chapter One

  Elias

  They say you never forget your first love, and I have to say that they were right. I met the girl of my dreams when we were both still fans of treehouses and dirt cakes—she made the best dirt cakes in Georgia—and today, seventeen years later, I still see her smile in everything good

  We tried it once, being together, but it didn’t quite work out how I had hoped. Bray’s life has always been… complicated. Mine, well, I guess the same can be said
for me, but as much as she and I are alike, there are just as many things that makes us so very different.

  I never thought a relationship with her, other than being the best of friends—sometimes with benefits—could ever work. Neither did she. I guess in the beginning, we were both right. But by the end—and damn, the end sure as hell blindsided us—we were proven wrong. Our love for each other, and I admit a few dozen mistakes along the way are what led us here to this moment, holed up in the back of a convenience store with cops surrounding the building

  But… wait let me start from the beginning

  Fourth of July—Seventeen Years Ago…

  The kind of crush a nine-year-old boy has on an eight-year-old girl is almost always innocent. And cruel. The first time I saw Brayelle Bates flitting toward me through the wide-open field by Mr. Paron’s pond, she was marked my victim. She wore a white sun dress and a pair of flip-flops with little purple flowers made of fabric sewn to the tops. Her long, dark hair had been pulled neatly into ponytails on each side of her head and tied with purple ribbons. I loved her. OK, so I didn’t really ‘love’ her, but she sure was pretty

  So, naturally I gave her a hard time.

  “What’s that on your face?” I asked as she started to walk by.

  She stopped and crossed her arms and looked down at me sitting on my blanket beside my mother, pursing her lips at me disapprovingly

  “There’s nothing on my face,” she said with a smirk

  “Yes there is.” I pointed up at her. “Right there. It’s really gross.”

  Instinctively, she reached up and began touching her face all over with her fingertips

  “Well, what is it? What does it look like?”

  “It’s everywhere. And I told you it’s gross, that’s what it looks like.”

  She propped both hands on her hips and chewed on the inside of her mouth

  “You’re lying.”

  “No I’m not. Your whole face, it’s really ugly. You should go to the doctor and get that checked out.”

  The tip of her flip-flop and her big toe jabbed me in the back of my hip.

  “Owww! What was that for?” I reached around and rubbed the spot with my fingertips

  I noticed my mother shake her head at us, but she went back to her conversation with my aunt, Janice.

  Bray crossed her arms and snarled down at me. “If anyone out here is gross, it’s you. Your face looks just like my dog’s ass.”

  My mom’s head snapped around hearing that, and she glared at me as if I was the one who cursed.

  I just shrugged

  Bray turned on her heels and sauntered away with her chin held high, catching up with her parents who were already many feet out ahead of her. I watched her go, the throbbing in my hip a reminder that if I was going to mess with that girl anymore that there would be more pain and abuse where that came from

  Of course, it only made me want to do it again.

  As the pasture filled up with Athen’s residents come to see the yearly fireworks display, I watched Bray do cartwheels in the grass with her friend. Every now and then I saw her look over at me, showing off and taunting me. She did get the best of me, after all, and it was only natural for her to gloat about it. I got bored fast sitting with my mom, especially since Bray seemed to be having so much fun over there.

  “Where are you going, Elias?” my mom asked as I got up from the blanket

  “Just right over there,” I said, pointing in Bray’s direction.

  “OK, but please stay in my sight.”

  I sighed and rolled my eyes; mom was always worried I would get kidnapped or lost or hurt or wet or dirty or any number of things

  “I will,” I said and walked away

  I weaved my way through the few families sitting in the space between us in lawn chairs and on blankets and with ice chests filled with beer and soda next to them, until I came face to face with that abusive girl I couldn’t get enough of.

  “You really shouldn’t do cartwheels in a dress, you know that, right?” I asked.

  Bray’s mouth fell open. Her blonde-haired friend, Lissa, who I knew from school, smiled up at me. I think she liked me.

  “I have shorts on under my dress thank-you-very-much,” Bray snapped. “Why were you looking, anyway?”

  “I wasn’t looking, I just…,”

  Bray and Lissa burst into laughter.

  My face flushed hot.

  Bray had only just moved here from Atlanta a week ago, and it didn’t take long for her to fit in. Or rather to pretty much own the place as far as the kids went. She was the kind of girl so damn mean and intimidating and pretty that the other girls knew they had better befriend her or else end up her enemy. She wasn’t a bully, she just had this way about her that demanded respect.

  “Want to go sit by the pond?” I asked. “The fireworks look cool reflected off the water.”

  Bray shrugged. “I guess so.” Then she went to her feet; Lissa was already standing up ready to go before Bray had even made up her mind

  And just like that, as if I’d never called her ugly and she had never kicked me, we walked side by side toward the pond and sat together for the next two hours. My friend, Mitchell, joined us eventually and the four of us laid on our backs on the grass and watched the fireworks explode in an array of colors in the clear black sky. And although Lissa and Mitchell were there with us, Bray and I carried on with each other as if we were alone. We laughed at stupid jokes and made fun of people walking by. It was the best night of my life and it was only just beginning

  Shortly after the fireworks ended and the darkness settled across the pasture again, most of the town had already packed up and gone home.

  My mom found me with Bray, Lissa and Mitchell.

  “Time to go,” she said standing over me.

  Bray was lying next to me, her head pressed against the side of my shoulder. I hadn’t really noticed it much, but my mom sure did. I saw a look in her eye-upside-down since she was standing behind us, which made that look all the more scary-that I’ve never seen before. I raised up from the grass and turned around to face her.

  “Can’t I stay and hang out a while longer?”

  “No, Elias, I have to work in the morning. It’s already late.”

  She gestured with her free hand for me to get up and follow.

  Reluctantly, I did as I was told.

  “Oh come on, please Ms. Kline,” Mitchell said on the other side of me. “I’ll walk home with him.”

  Mitchell was a year older than me, but I did not need him to walk me home. This made me mad, probably because it embarrassed me in front of Bray.

  I glared at Mitchell and he looked back at me with apologetic eyes.

  “I’ll see you guys later,” I said.

  I took the ice chest from my mom to relieve her of some of the load she was carrying, and I followed her through the pasture toward our truck parked along the dirt road. Aunt Janice waved us goodbye and sputtered away in her old beat-up Corsica.

  My mom went to bed right after we got home. She was the manager at a hotel and rarely got any time off. My dad lived in Savannah. They divorced three years ago. But I had a great relationship with them both, often staying at my dad’s in the summer except that this year he had to go to Michigan for his job and so I stayed with my mom all summer for the first time since their divorce.

  I think it was fate. Bray never would’ve ended up outside my bedroom window that night, tapping on the glass with the tip of her finger if my dad hadn’t gone to Michigan. I wondered how she knew where I lived but I never asked, figuring Mitchell or Lissa must’ve told her.

  “You’re already in bed?” Bray asked with disbelief as she looked up at me.

  I raised the window the rest of the way and the humid summer air rushed in past me.

  “No. I’m just in my room. What are you doin’ out here?”

  A sly little grin crept up on the edges of Bray’s lips.

  “Want to go swimming?” she aske
d.

  “Swimming?”

  “Yeah. Swimming.” She crossed her arms and cocked her head to one side. “Or, are you too chicken to sneak out?”

  “I’m not afraid to sneak out.”

  Actually, I kind of am. If my mom catches me she’ll whip me with the fly swatter

  “Then come on,” she said, waving at me. “Prove it.”

  A challenge. Fly swatter or not, I couldn’t back down from a challenge or she’d never let me live it down. She’d go to school and turn my friends against me. The whole town would think I was a chicken afraid of his ’mommy’ and I’d grow up an outcast and never have a girlfriend. I’d end up homeless and die an old man living underneath a bridge-these are the things my mom told me would happen to me if I ever dropped out of school.

  OK, so I was overthinking this whole sneaking out thing.

  I bit down on my bottom lip, thought about it for a moment and when I noticed Bray about to start running that mouth of hers again, I tossed one leg over the windowsill and hopped outside, landing in a smooth crouched position, which I was quite proud of.

  Bray grinned, grabbed my hand and pulled me along with her away from my house.

  Admittedly, I thought of the fly swatter all the way to the pond in the pasture.

  Chapter Two

  Bray was so free-spirited, she didn’t seem to have a worry in the world. I noticed this about her the moment we reached the outskirts of the pasture and she broke away from me and ran out toward it. Her arms were raised high above her head as if she was reaching for the stars. Her laughter was infectious, and I found myself laughing right along with her as I ran behind her. We jumped off the end of the little rickety dock and hit the water with a loud splash, not even stopping to take off her flip-flops or my shirt beforehand.