Breaking Glass by Amowitz Lisa

Author:Amowitz, Lisa [Amowitz, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Breaking Glass
ISBN: 9781937053390
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press
Published: 2013-07-08T14:00:00+00:00

Back in the van, I’m shaken and stirred, jittery as the time when I’d made the mistake of riding the Jaws of Death at Six Flags and seen my life flash before me.

God, I’d kill for a drink. And my stump is throbbing like a second heart.

“You okay?”

I can’t take my eyes off the dashboard. For some reason, the patterns and lines in the faux leather fascinate me. “It depends how you define okay.”

“So, it was that bad.”

I shiver and nod. I’m going to have to beg Dad not to send me back. Play the suicide card. I can’t imagine how this torment is going to cure me of my drinking problem. But I know what he’ll say. Our hands are tied by Patrick Morgan.

“Sometimes when a bone is set wrong,” Marisa says, her gentle accent like lapping waves, “it needs to be re-broken so that it can mend straight. And that’s gotta hurt.”

“So, now you’re a doctor?” I mutter. I know I’m being unfair, but I’m a raw, bleeding piece of meat. The only way to feel better is to inflict pain myself.

But Marisa doesn’t back down. “I’m interested in medicine.”

“How nice for you. Why?”

Marisa’s cheeks color. She looks away. “Sick relatives with no insurance. Maybe if I became a doctor, I could help.”

“Oh.”

“You’re hurting, Jeremy. But sometimes you have to let a wound bleed out.”

I wrench my gaze from the dashboard. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

Marisa tilts her head and shrugs. A smile creeps across her face, setting fire to her coal-dark eyes. “You’re my meal ticket?”

I chuckle mirthlessly. “Touché. Nicely done.”

“I like you, Jeremy,” she blurts. “Even though you’re working overtime to make sure I don’t.”

I return to the intricacies of the dashboard. The indents in the plastic remind me of the gullies that form in mud after a hard rain. My throat catches. Mud conjures the image of Susannah’s bloated body lying in a gully, coated in it. Forgotten. Abandoned. I squeeze my eyes closed tight so I don’t sob out loud.

“I should take you home,” Marisa says, touching my shoulder.

“No. We need to see Derek Spake. You promised.” I know I sound petulant, but I don’t care.

“Do you think that’s a good idea? Look at you.”

My eyes still closed, I pull my arms in tight to stop my shaking. “It doesn’t matter if it’s a good idea or not. It’s what has to be done.”

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