Wellesley, Tuesday

I felt my body convulse first, then the searing pain in my cheekbone from the sheer force of Dex’s strike. The rest of the scene quickly came into focus. Dex on top of me, his weight heavy and clumsy, the room, the white bed, the half-open door, the empty bottle of Champagne a few feet away. It wouldn’t be long before I lost consciousness. If I wanted to try to stop him, it had to be now.

‘Dex, please! I’m … sorry I hurt you!’

He slapped me with the back of his hand. ‘Not me that’s getting hurt here, babe.’

He lifted his hand again. I used the last of my strength to push him back and set him off balance. His drunken state helped and he fell backwards. I could barely see through my swollen eyes, but I tried to move, to get away from him.

It was useless.

My ribs screamed with pain and I could do little more than roll onto my side and clutch my waist in agony. ‘Dex … please, this isn’t you! You’re … a good guy,’ I pleaded.

But he wasn’t listening – he couldn’t. He had jumped to his feet and now swayed over the top of me. He landed another kick to my gut so startling it left me limp and gave him the opportunity to roll me back over so he could straddle me again.

‘You’re mine! No one else gets to have you!’ he yelled, leaning over me. I closed my eyes, each breath more difficult than the last as my consciousness started to waver. I waited for the next hit. I hoped it would be over soon.

But the impact never came. Instead his weight was yanked off me and I opened my eyes in time to see Ryan throw Dex into the wall. Dex slid awkwardly to the ground.

Ryan took one look at me and had his phone against his ear. He crouched beside me. ‘Sabine? Can you hear me?’

I nodded, barely.

‘Hi, yeah, I need an ambulance at the Liberty Hotel, room 816 … Yeah, my sister, she’s been badly beaten … I don’t know … Just hurry up! And call the cops!’ He dropped the phone and grabbed my hand, probably the only part of me that wasn’t crying out in pain.

‘Sabine? You have to stay awake, okay?’

All I wanted to do was close my eyes, but I tried. I’d made myself a promise.

‘Where are you hurt?’

I struggled to speak. ‘Ribs, face.’

He nodded, giving me permission to stop talking, and glanced at Dex, who was starting to roll onto all fours. Ryan didn’t even hesitate, striding across the room and pulling him up by the collar. ‘You son of a bitch!’ He hit Dex with a closed fist across the face. Dex was out instantly.

Ryan rushed back to my side. He was shaking. ‘I’m gonna kill him! Sabine, stay awake. Did …? Oh Jesus, Sabine, did he …?’ He looked like he was about to pass out.

‘No. He … was drunk. Angry cause … I ended it.’

‘Well, can I just say, that was a damn fine decision.’

‘Ry, don’t … hurt him … please. Mistake.’

He looked at me like I was crazy. I was getting used to people looking at me that way. ‘Sabine, this goes beyond a mistake. He could’ve killed you. Jesus, if I hadn’t got here early …’ He squeezed my hand.

It was frighteningly true. I swallowed, my body exploding with pain. ‘Thanks, Ry,’ I whispered.

As the sound of sirens neared, he kept his eyes on me, making sure I stayed awake. Medics ran into the room, followed by the police.

Ryan quickly handed me over to the paramedics and dragged Dex over to the police. Dex was starting to come around, and I could just make out the police trying to stop Ryan from knocking him out again.

The medics gave me something, morphine probably, that made everything go blissfully numb. They ran through the tally of suspected injuries – broken ribs, internal bleeding, spinal damage – then put me in a back and neck brace and loaded me onto a trolley to take me to the hospital.

Once the police had carted Dex off, Ryan stayed right by my side, snapping at the medics intermittently for being too rough with me, even though they weren’t. In the ambulance he called Mom and Dad, told them what had happened and suddenly kicked into wise, mature, big-brother mode – reassuring them that everything would be okay, trying to calm them down before they got into their cars and raced over to the hospital. Which of course they did straight away anyway.

I couldn’t help but think of Dex. What he’d done to me was messed up, but I suspected it had more to do with the alcohol than anything else. I wondered if he knew it could cause this type of severe reaction and that’s why he never drank. I was sure Dad would find out – he was a lawyer after all. I was fairly certain he’d have Dex charged before he even arrived at the hospital.

They wheeled me into the emergency room. For the next few hours the doctors looked me over and ran tests, confirming my broken ribs and a small fracture of my cheekbone that would heal on its own. Amazingly there was no internal bleeding. And when the doctor finally leaned over me and said with a smile, ‘You’re black and blue, but you’ll live,’ I was actually relieved.

My parents in Wellesley did not share my parents in Roxbury’s inclination to keep family matters private. I knew that by the time they arrived half the town would know about what had happened.

Sure enough, soon after they walked in, the flowers started turning up. It was embarrassing. Mostly because I’d been found in a hotel room. It wasn’t going to take anyone long to figure out a close-enough version of what had happened.

In spite of my anger, I felt sorry for Dex.

‘Oh, Sabine!’ Mom shrieked when she saw me. She rushed to my side. Ryan, who had been with me the entire time, started to move away, but I grabbed his hand. Right now, I felt safest with him beside me. He seemed to understand and stayed where he was.

‘She’s okay, Mom,’ he said.

Mom put her hand on his head. ‘Thank the Lord you were there.’ She started to sob.

Dad came back in after speaking with the medical staff. ‘I’m sure your mom has covered the obvious, so I won’t bore you with a re-run.’ He cleared his throat, his eyes full of tears. ‘The doctor says you’re doing well.’

I tried to smile. ‘I’m okay, Dad.’

He nodded, looking away. ‘The boy, man – he is over eighteen – has been charged with assault and malicious intent. He won’t see the outside of a prison cell for a very long time.’

I grimaced. ‘Dad, I think … I think this had something to do with him drinking.’

He nodded. ‘It certainly did. That bastard should’ve told you he wasn’t allowed to drink alcohol. There was an incident when he was younger – he and his friends got drunk and he beat a young boy to within an inch of his life. He was only released back into his parents’ care under strict guidelines he have an alcohol test every week until he turned eighteen. This, combined with what he’s done to you … the case against him is straightforward.’

I tried to take it in, both the revelation about Dex’s past and the fact that he’d kept it a secret the whole time we were together. But even knowing what he’d done, I still felt guilty.

‘Dad, I … He isn’t this person. He never drank. I … I hurt him …’

‘None of this is your fault, Sabine,’ Mom said, standing up. ‘I won’t hear you blame yourself.’

‘I’m not. What he did was terrible. And looking back now, I should’ve known. I just … I think he needs help instead of punishment.’

Lucas was standing in the doorway. ‘Sounds like you grew up overnight,’ he said, approaching the bed, putting a hand on my blanketed foot. ‘Glad you’re okay.’

‘Me too.’

He gave me a nod, something that looked like respect.

Dad studied the window and then the collection of flowers. I knew he couldn’t cope with seeing me all beaten up. ‘Sabine, right now all you need to do is concentrate on getting better. Let the police deal with Dex. The main thing is, he’ll never hurt you again. And if, when it comes to it, you want to have your say, no one will stand in your way.’

I nodded. It was all I could do for now.

‘I feel so stupid for not seeing this coming.’ But even as I said it, I knew that in some ways the signs had been there.

‘Creeps like that are sly, Sabine,’ Ryan said. ‘They treat you like a princess as long as you’re exactly what they want you to be, but when things go wrong, or if they think they’re going to lose you, everything can change in a heartbeat.’

A nurse popped her head around the door. ‘I’m sorry everyone, but the doctor says she needs to rest.’

Mom and Dad kissed me on the forehead carefully and headed for the door, with Lucas following.

‘Ryan?’ Mom called softly.

‘Tell them to get lost. I’m not leaving her until she asks me to.’

Mom straightened. ‘Well, I’ll do that then.’

I smiled, holding my big brother’s hand, knowing we’d never go back to the way we were. Even as the day morphed into night and the night lengthened, Ryan didn’t leave my side and I didn’t ask him to.

Finally he said, ‘This might sound really weird, Sabine, but you look as if you’re happy.’

I looked at the clock; it was almost midnight and I had some truly amazing things to say to Ethan when I saw him again – things I knew he would be so pleased to hear.

‘And this might sound really weird to you, but I am.’ I shrugged. ‘I’m alive.’

I Shifted.