I Need You

I Need You

JANE LARK

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Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Praise for Jane Lark

I Need You

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Author’s Word

Bonus Material

Title Page

Chapter One

Also by Jane Lark…

Also by Jane Lark…

Jane Lark

About HarperImpulse

About the Publisher

Praise for Jane Lark

"Jane Lark has proved what a writing talent she really is. This is an engrossing and telling read…. Be prepared to have your heart squeezed!"

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"An amazing book. It is dark and edgy yet flirtatious and even made me laugh. It’s such a combination that made me not want to put my kindle down at all."

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Imagine a World

I Need You

Guilt can eat away at you, but love can cut like a knife…

Wanting his best friend’s girlfriend is a cliché Billy knows well – it’s the tightrope he’s walked for years.

But now Jason and Lindy have broken up and Billy can’t help but be there for the girl he’s loved from afar for so long. She’s hurting.

Fighting to find a road to the future, Lindy’s heart hurts. She’s trying to escape the truth, but Billy keeps making her face it – and it’s ugly. How can she keep living when it feels like everything around her is made of glass and it could shatter at any moment?

Her one constant is Billy. Only, rebound isn’t his style and when Lindy starts to see him in a different light, he just can’t trust her. He’s no one’s second best.

Chapter One

Billy

Jason’s hand gripped my shoulder as we walked. “I’m glad you agreed to this. It’s cool we’re talking again.”

Glancing sideways, I smiled. I felt good. We’d had a few beers, talked and the world seemed a lot better. We hadn’t talked for months but he’d texted earlier and said, “Rach had the baby. A boy. We’re calling him Saint. And, Billy, I need someone to go wet his head with… I want it to be you.”

I’d wanted things to be right for half the months we hadn’t talked; I was glad he’d made a move to fix it.

Stars pin-pricked the black sky above. But the street lamps lit the ground white and smothered the true splendor of the night sky. Out at the lake you could see millions, not thousands, of stars. They were up there, just hidden by the brighter, closer, streetlamps, and yet if you were in space, each star was a sun, and it would be loads brighter.

Jason swayed and his fingers gripped my shoulder firmer for a moment, before falling away.

We weren’t that drunk, although I was drunk enough to be into philosophy––and I’d definitely had too many to drive, so we were walking home, and laughing like we hadn’t laughed since we were kids.

“The store.” Jason pointed over the road, like he announced The White House, on some tour bus journey.

I laughed. The store was his dad’s. Nope. Jason’s now. His dad had signed the business over. He’d been telling me all that shit earlier.

“Hey, why don’t we go in and steal the spray paint, like we did when we were kids.” Jason’s words slurred together a little.

“’Cause you’d be stealing from yourself and we aren’t kids.”

He laughed. “I’ll never forget Mr. Dent’s red face when he charged out of his house…”

“And you had to do it to your dad’s neighbor. The guy knew us, there was no getting away.”

Jason grinned. “That guy shouldn’t have taken my ball hostage.”

“You’re an idiot.” A surge of the camaraderie we’d shared for years hit me as I looked over at the store.

A figure, a woman, sat slumped forward a little on the steps. “Shit! Jason! There’s someone over there!” I looked left and right, checking the street was clear, then crossed.

“Shit.” Jason ran past me. “It’s Lindy!” His ex-fiancée, my ex one-night-stand, and the reason we’d not spoken for months.

Her head came up and her body swayed. She looked sick.

Pity, need and anger kicked my gut. I loved and hated her.

The bracelet on my wrist felt like it tightened, like a rope pulling me in her direction, with an urgency that pissed me off. I’d done enough chasing, but my stupid fucked-up heart refused to let her go.

Jason squatted down next to her, his hand on her shoulder. “Lind, are you okay?”

She wasn’t. She was wasted. She’d had more to drink than either of us. Her head rolled on her shoulders.

She turned away from Jason, gripped the step with her hands, and threw up.

Attractive.

She and I had fallen out partly ‘cause of her drinking. She’d stopped being herself.

She retched. Jason rubbed her back.

I stood there with my hands in my pockets, watching, like I’d always done. The leopard I’d had inked on my chest sank its claws of jealousy into my skin.

I still craved her. I hadn’t spoken to her in months, but I still craved her. My best friend’s girl had been my secret addiction for years.

“Lind, is someone coming to meet you? Have you got a ride home?”

When she stopped retching, she took a breath, wiped her mouth on her sleeve then glared at Jason. “Just fucking leave me alone! Don’t touch me!” That was the other reason she and I had parted ways, as friends. We’d never really been anything else, but finally I’d given up on even that option––because when Jason had finished with her, he’d opened up her vicious streak. It could hit at anyone, anytime.

Jason lifted his hands, stood up and stepped back. “Okay. I’m not touching you. But you need to get home, and you’re in no state to get there.”

I stepped forward, my hands slipping out of my pockets. “Lindy, it’s Billy…” I touched her shoulder, but her arm swiped out to knock me away. “Get off me, you’re no better. Just leave me alone!” That wasn’t an option.

I squatted down.

“I’ll call her dad,” Jason pulled his cell out of his pocket.

Great, her dad; a cop was not gonna be thrilled. This didn’t look good.

“We’re gonna help you. Jason’s calling your dad.”

Her gaze turned to me but she was too drunk to focus. “Don’t call him.”

I saw the cogs of thought shifting in her eyes as she realized I was with Jason. “We haven’t got a choice, we’ve been drinking, we can’t take you home.”

Her face screwed up. “Why?” She pointed at Jason, who talked into his cell a few feet away.

“Yeah, Mr. Martin, we just found her, she’s down at the store. She’s drunk.”

She was probably so drunk she’d need her stomach pumped. I’d never seen Lindy this bad. “Lind, how did you get down here?”

She mumbled something but I didn’t understand it.

Jason came back over. “Your dad’s on his way.”

“Go away, Jason! Just fuck off and leave me alone!” Last time I’d seen her she’d been drunk and swearing at Jason.

She tried to stand.

She’d have fallen and smashed her head if I hadn’t caught her. It was no state for a girl to be in. Hell, it was no state for anyone to be in.

She pushed me away and turned to be sick again. Jason came close to help her instead. But she shoved him away too. “You don’t care! Just go away!”

But he did care, and I cared.

We looked at each other.

I felt like shit. The girl was beyond helping; she’d got hurt and broken, and it was like she was unfixable.

“Lindy, I never meant to hurt you. I’m sorry I did…” Jason tried to help her again.

She curled up on the steps, lying on them, her face buried in her crossed arms, looking isolated, even though we stood there.

It cut at me.

Jason straightened up and his hands slipped into his pockets.

I squatted back down. “Lind, it’s okay. Your dad’s coming. You’re gonna be okay.”

She didn’t look like she’d ever be okay, though.

I rested a hand on her back. Her body jerked like she sobbed her heart out, but she wasn’t making a sound.

I looked up at Jason. He pulled his cell out of his pocket. “I’m gonna call Mom, she or Dad can come and pick us up. Rach will get worried if I’m any later.”

His wife had bipolar disorder and I’d never seen a guy as protective of anyone as he was of Rachel. I couldn’t imagine what that must make Lindy feel. She’d been engaged to him until a little over six months ago––then he’d met Rachel.

The guy had back-pedaled at ninety miles an hour. Within two months he’d dumped Lindy, got married to Rachel, and she’d had a kid on the way. That was the baby’s head we’d just been wetting.

Shit. Guilt punched my chest. Maybe I’d been disloyal. My fingers brushed back Lindy’s hair.

She was too difficult, too angry, too judgmental, too everything. That was why I’d given up on her. But she’d been dating Jason for years, and in all those years we’d been friends too. We’d gone to college together.

Jason talked on his cell, walking a few feet away. I guess he’d told Rachel we’d found Lindy.

Tonight had been about a new start, drawing a line on the past, so Jason and I could move on, but we couldn’t when Lindy was like this.

A siren screamed in the distance. It got closer. Shit. I stood up. Jason looked at me and said something to end his call, then slipped his cell back in his pocket.

The cop car sped up Main Street. Its wheels screeched when it pulled up on the parking lot.

Great. Her dad was angry.

The driver’s door opened and Mr. Martin stepped out.

“What’s been going on, boys?”

Jason answered, “We were walking home, Dwayne, and Billy spotted her on the steps––”

“You don’t know what she drank?” Mr. Martin walked over.

I moved out of the way.

Lindy’s parents had used to be really social; we lived in a small town, everyone knew everyone, but I hadn’t seen them for months,

Jason looked down, his gaze scanning the parking lot near Lindy. “There’s nothing around to say she’s drunk anything.”

Her dad squatted down and touched her shoulder. “Lindy?” I’d thought the way he’d pulled up, he’d be shouting at her, but his voice was more concern than frustration.

Jason and I had encountered his temper as kids, the day we’d stolen that spray can. It wasn’t fun.

“Lindy?” he said more strongly when she didn’t answer, or move. He straightened, then bent over her, turning her head. There was absolutely no sign she even knew he was there. He lifted one of her closed eyelids.

All there was beneath it was the white of her eye.

Shit. She was in a hell of a mess.

Mr. Martin sighed like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders as he straightened up and his hand reached to the breast pocket of his shirt. He pulled out a cell, turned his back on us and walked a few feet away.

I looked at Jason. He looked at me. I was sure he felt like I did. Neither of us could move on with Lindy like this.

“Miriam, I’ve got Lindy down here at the Macinlays’ store… Yeah. Don’t worry I’ll sort it. You don’t need to fret, it’s not good for you, but just tell me what time she left home?”

I probably hadn’t seen her mom for more than a year, let alone months.

“Okay. Go check her room would you, she’s been drinking, or taken something, I wanna know which and what…”

There were a few minutes of silence.

“It’s empty?”

“How many were in there, do you know?”

“Okay, I’ll get her some help and call you. Don’t worry, honey. It won’t do you any good to worry, you know that, you have enough going on. She’ll be okay.” He sighed when he ended the call. He didn’t look at Jason or me, just stared into the distance for a moment, then took a deep breath, like he was drawing on some reservoir of strength and patience.

He probably needed it for Lindy, if she’d been this messed-up for six months. No wonder her parents had gone into hiding.

Jason and I looked at each other, waiting on the verdict.

With his back to us, he lifted another cell from a clip on his pants pocket.

“Hi, I’m at the Macinlay store, in Main Street, I need an ambulance, quick time. It’s an emergency. An overdose.” He sighed again. “It’s my girl…” There was so much pain in his voice it hit me hard, and I could see it hit Jason too.

We’d been celebrating a new life in the world… and Lindy… was so unhappy she’d tried to check out. Shit.

“What did she take?” Jason said, when Mr. Martin turned around, clipping the cell back onto his pocket.

He didn’t answer straight off. Lindy probably wouldn’t want Jason to know.

But she’d come down to his store… Fuck. Why?

“She’s taken all the anti-depressant meds she’s been prescribed.” He walked back over to Lindy, and as he moved I caught something glinting in the light by the lamppost behind him. I walked over to get it as he bent over Lindy again.

“And this,” I held it up. “A quarter bottle of vodka to wash them down with.”

“Is she going to be okay?” Jason said, watching Mr. Martin slap her face as he braced it with the other hand…

“Those pills will make her dopey; they shouldn’t kill her.” He looked back at Jason. “But I’m no medic.”

“She’s been sick. It was like her stomach was empty.”

“Yeah, well she took them three hours ago at least, that’s when she left home.”

Her dad sounded defeated. I’d never heard him talk like that. She had fucked up her parents not just herself.

“Lindy! Lindy, honey! Come on, you got to wake up!” He slapped her face and shook her.

Her hand swung out to stop him slapping her, but so weakly it was pathetic.

She’d been the center of attention at school, the leader of the girls, the one every guy wanted… Now she lay in a wasted heap. She’d hit a self-destruct button.

Lindy what the hell did you do to yourself?

Problem was Jason and I had both played our part in her destruction.

My heart ached and my lungs were too tight to get any air into.

Her dad kept talking to her and smacking her face. She mumbled something back at him, annoyed.

Jason’s dad pulled up. He got out of his truck, then came over. “I’ve come to pick the boys up, Dwayne. How is she?”

Mr. Martin looked back at him. “Darren. I’d appreciate it, if you, and you boys…” He looked at us with a meaningful gaze, “say nothing to anyone about this.”

I nodded, as Jason did. But I doubted Lindy would want us to be the keepers of her murky secret. She couldn’t trust either of us.

The ambulance came along the street, siren screaming.

At least the street was lined with stores so no one peered around their curtains, watching.

Mr. Martin stood up as the medics got out. He told them in a low voice what she’d taken.

In minutes she was strapped on a gurney, then rolled into the ambulance. He didn’t go with her. He said he had to get the car back to the station and find someone to cover his absence. He said he’d meet them at the hospital.

I wanted to go. But, it wasn’t my place––she and I hadn’t spoken for months so I could hardly force myself on her in an ambulance when she couldn’t say, fuck you, you bastard.

My gaze and my heart followed the ambulance as it pulled away.

“Will you let me know how she is, Dwayne?” Jason said, before Mr. Martin got back in his car.

He stared at Jason for a moment, then nodded. “Thanks for trying to help her, and for calling me.”

It didn’t seem like he blamed Jason for Lindy falling apart.

I wondered if he knew about my part––if he blamed me. I blamed me. I owed her bad.

Jason’s dad climbed back into the driver’s seat of his truck. Jason stood beside it holding the passenger door. “You coming?”

“No. I’ll walk. Clear my head.”

Jason gave me a concerned look, then he let go of the door, walked over, held me and then smacked my shoulder. “It was good catching up. We’ll do it again? We’ve made up now, right?”

“Right,” I answered, fist bumping his hand. But my voice was subdued. Our reunion had been ruined.

Lindy

Had I hit my head? God, the pain was crazy. I opened my eyes. Where the hell was I? The walls in the room were white, the bed I was in metal, and the pillow like a pack of cement, and a smell of disinfectant hung in the air. I was in a hospital.

Oh my God, I’d taken the pills and survived and now I had to face everyone…

Shit. Guilt and embarrassment washed in with the force of a tsunami. I’d let Mom down. Dad would be heartbroken and disappointed. I’d hurt them.

I’d been wrapped up in pain last night, trapped in it, in the darkness, in chains of self-pity, I knew that, I could see the external perspective others saw––but they weren’t in my head, in the dark.

It had stopped being just emotions months ago, maybe years ago, and become a jail cell. I couldn’t see any end to this life sentence.

Everything had become scary. Others lived but I couldn’t.

Then there had been Jason’s news, everywhere––on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and Instagram. The baby had been born. The pictures were circulating like crazy.

Everyone we’d been at school with had shared them.

They’d called the kid, Saint. It was a crappy name.

People said he’d picked a name for the kid to grow into.

I rolled on to my side, tears running onto my cheeks and curled up hugging the cement-like pillow. A year ago, he’d been with me. I’d been engaged. I’d had a future, something to look to, now there was nothing.

I gave up my job, because I’d worked at the store with his dad.

His new girl, his wife, worked there now.

Life sucked. I hated fate. Why did it have to pick people out for bad things when they’d done nothing wrong? I’d given up believing in God or Karma or anything. Except angels…I hoped people came back after they died and watched over you.

I wiped the tears away.

There weren’t any monitors in the room, so I couldn’t have been so sick but I should probably buzz for a nurse and tell them I’d woken up.

I couldn’t. Embarrassment hit too hard. Maybe fate had been kind to me in that, keeping me alive, but now I felt stupid for taking an overdose… I didn’t know how I’d face Mom.

Billy

My thumb hovered over the send icon for the twentieth time today. Jason had texted yesterday to say he’d heard from Mr. Martin. Lindy was okay, just sleeping the drugs off in the hospital. He’d said she’d be out of action for a while.

I wanted to text her. But cowardice had a grip on my hand.

I switched the cell off, put it back in my pocket then got in the SUV to go to my next client.

I didn’t think of her while I worked. I had to watch my client, to make sure he did the exercises right and didn’t strain anything, and to count his repetitions.

But as soon as I left the guy my mind was back on Lindy.

Was she still in hospital?

Would she want me to text?

Did she know we’d been there?

Why the hell had she taken an overdose? Was it just a cry for help or had she really meant to end it?

How did she feel now?

The only way I was gonna get any answers was to text her. I took my cell out of the pocket of my sweat pants as I threw my backpack on the back seat of the SUV.

I got in with it gripped in my hand and sat there for a minute, looking at her picture. I’d taken it last year, after Jason had left for New York, when she and I had been hanging out a lot more, alone for the first time.

‘Hey, Lindy, sorry I haven’t been in touch. I should’ve been. How are you?’ My thumb hovered over ‘send’, my heart pounding out a bass beat. I had to do this. She was never gonna break the ice between us and I couldn’t stand feeling guilty anymore.

I didn’t expect an immediate reply. But relief hit me just because I’d done the deed.

I threw my cell on the passenger seat, slipped the gear shift into drive and pulled my seatbelt on, then pressed my foot on the gas.