Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 103918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
But the observant asshole seemed to pick up on it himself because he said, "Don't worry, he didn't tell me anything about you other than the fact that you were taking care of the place that he was staying in and that he was afraid he'd fucked things up with you."
I wasn't really sure what King was talking about, especially since I had no idea when Lex had talked to him. The reality was that Lex and I had hurt each other on more than one occasion before today.
"He thinks he pushed you too hard," King continued.
"He didn't," I said. It was all I was going to say to Lex's interfering brother. Three weeks ago, I had blamed Lex for pushing me too hard about needing to deal with what had happened to Bethie, but I wasn't angry about that anymore. I’d foolishly thought that I could somehow get away with not grieving for the child I'd buried as well as for the child who hated me. But all I’d done was bury that shit so deep inside me that all it could do was fester. The truth was that I’d been on the same road Lex had been on when he'd arrived in Fisher Cove. But while he'd instantly regretted his decision to pump too much insulin into his body in that one weak moment, I couldn't say that I would've had that same regret. I'd been doing exactly what Lex had begged me not to… I'd given up. Only, I’d done it three years ago when I'd learned what Serena had done to herself and our child.
"I heard him telling you to let him go," King said as he leaned forward in the chair and began rubbing his palms back and forth over each other. It was the only hint of tension in him.
"I didn't want him to hurt himself in his rush to get away from me. I would never hurt him. I'd never lay a hand on him in anger."
King was silent for a moment. "He never told any of us about Grady. I'm assuming he told you."
I nodded.
"Yeah, well, the first time I heard about the guy was when I walked in and saw him beating the shit out of Lex. I promised Lex when he was little that no one would ever lay a hand on him again."
"Again?" I asked. I found myself tightening my grip on Lex.
"He was always small for his age," King murmured. "Small kids can do okay in foster care if they're the right kind of strong."
"There's a right kind?"
"In there? Yeah, there’s a right kind." King's eyes shifted to Lex and I didn't miss the affection in them. It seemed out of place for such a cold, hard man.
"He had strength in spades. Had to, I guess. All those doctors poking and prodding him all the time. The needles, the tests… that shit would have killed a weaker kid. 'Specially one who had to do it all by himself."
I thought back to what Lex had told me about growing up in foster care… that he’d learned early on not to trust anyone, not even the adults. The only ones he’d ever trusted were his brothers. As I studied King, something clicked.
"You're not his real brother, are you?"
King shook his head. "No, none of us are." I assumed he was referring to the other three brothers, since Lex had mentioned having four brothers in all. As much as King pissed me off, the opportunity to learn more about Lex was something I couldn't pass up. Especially since King seemed to be so willing to share the information.
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked.
"Because you had the chance to keep walking in your bedroom, but you stopped when he asked you to. You stayed when he needed you to." King leaned back in the chair and scanned the living room. I wasn't sure if he was judging it or not, but I really didn't care.
"How did you meet him?"
"It was my sixth foster home and Con's fourth, I think," King said.
"Con? Another brother?"
King nodded. "Everyone knew the Bentleys were in it for the cash. They always had half a dozen kids under their roof at one time. The second Con and I saw the caseworker lead Lex into the house, we knew he'd never make it. The Bentleys would've just knocked him around a bit, but their real son—Con and I called him Pitts because he always had pit stains—anyway, he got off on messing with the younger kids… the younger boys to be exact. DCFS pretended not to know about it, but they conveniently only placed young girls with the Bentleys. Any boys who got placed there were Pitts’s age or older. They put Lex with the Bentleys because it was harder and harder to find a place that would take him because he was always so sick. Anyway, we knew Pitts would go after Lex."