Naked and pale and useless, the mother of no one, nothing. It was hard enough to fight the terror without the noise, that terrible racket echoing around the small room, and Colleen covered her ears to drown it out and it was only when someone started pounding on the door that she realized that the sounds were coming from her. She tried to stop, the wailing turning to gulping breaths, and someoneâa manâwas saying in a muffled voice, Maâam, maâam. Are you all right, maâam?
And then there was Shayâs voice, firm and hard. âColleen. Open the door. Let me in now. â Colleen stared at the doorknob for only a few seconds before picking up the towel and holding it in front of herself and opening the door a fraction of an inch.
Shayâs blue eye, the smell of coffee, the din behind her. âColleen,â Shay repeated calmly. âLet me in now. Okay? Open the door. Iâm coming in.â
And then she did just that, pushing the door open wide enough to squeeze through before Colleen had made up her mind. Once inside, Shay closed the door nearly all the way and put her face to the opening and said, âWeâre fine in here, donât worry.â Then she closed and locked the door.
Colleen folded her arms over her breasts. The towel was ridiculous, it hung in front of her, concealing part of her stomach and thighs but leaving her hips exposed, the sagging dollops of flesh at her sides.
Shay didnât blink. She didnât reach for Colleen, either, which was good because Colleen wouldnât have forgiven that, even if sheâd been dressed.
âSo this is where you thought youâd fall apart?â Shay demanded, in that same steely voice. âWith an audience? Honey, theyâre not going to forget that. You just got yourself talked about for the rest of the week.â
âI donât care ,â Colleen said. Because she didnât. And wasnât that odd? Not to care what all those strangers thought? But she had finally admitted to herself that she was only a husk, a shell, a used-up woman, and maybe there was some freedom in that.
âYou let yourself think worst-case,â Shay continued. âThat was your mistake. Want to know where I fell apart? Because I did the exact same thing as youâre doing now. Well, I kept my clothes on. It was somewhere in Nevada and it was about three in the morning. Iâd stopped because the highway sign said there was an Arbyâs, twenty-four hours, and I hadnât eaten all day. Only it was shut down, the Arbyâs. Sign busted and everything. There wasnât shit at that exit and the next one was forty miles. There was some kind of mom-and-pop diner and a gas station with some old toothless perv staring out the window. And I parked and got out of the car and I picked up a rock from the flowerbed and I was going to throw it through the window, I swear I was, was going to wipe the sneer off his face. And then I just let that rock drop down on the ground, and I started screaming. Worse than you, actually. I screamed and cried until there was snot all over my face and my voice was just about gone. I thought about Taylor and the last time I talked to him, and I went down on my knees and when I couldnât cry anymore I lay down. Facedown , right on the asphalt, and I took my nails and dragged them over the road. Here. Here , look at this.â She put her hand up in Colleenâs face, and the nails were broken off and the nail beds red and scabbed. How had Colleen not noticed?
âI got sand and shit up under my nails and I didnât care. There was sleet or rain or something coming down and I just lay there, all cried out, and then I started to worry that the guy had called the cops, which, come on, wouldnât you? I know I would. I got up and got back in the car and got on the highway and drove that forty miles, and there was a Shell there with a bathroom and I cleaned myself up. I
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