All The Ways You Saved Me Part 1

All The Ways You Saved Me.

Jamie Howard.

For Steve, always.

Chapter 1: Bianca.

Graduation caps rained down around me, the yellow ta.s.sels fluttering in the wind. Everyone cheered, hugging each other tightly. Even the weather was cooperating with the happy occasion-not a cloud in the sky to mar the perfect expanse of endless blue. It was a picture perfect moment in every way.

Except it all seemed to be happening around me. I was there, but not quite there. I held my cap clutched between my fingers, too worried about losing it in the commotion to carelessly toss it in the air.

"Everything alright, Ms. Easton?" Eli, the head of my father's private security detail, asked, bending down to whisper in my ear.

I rearranged my face into a smile. "Of course. Thank you." Turning around, I tipped my head back to look at the only person who'd managed to make it here for me today. Not that he'd really chosen to come, he was more the replacement for my absent parents. "I think we're just about done here, so you're more than welcome to get on your way."

He glanced down at his watch and nodded. "Congratulations again, Ms. Easton." With an awkward pat on my shoulder, his black suit blended with about a hundred more and disappeared.

Slipping through the crowd, I tugged on the zipper of my gown, letting the cool spring air whisper over my sweat-dampened skin. I ducked my head, trying to find the quickest route out of the throng of people. Somewhere in front of me a camera flashed. I flinched, automatically lifting a hand to cover my face.

"Bianca!"

Raising a hand over my eyes, I squinted through the sunlight. Renee flapped her arms at me as she stood perched on top of a metal folding chair, trying to flag me down. d.a.m.n. I'd been hoping to escape the crowds, but instead, I reversed my course and headed toward her, dodging a random recent graduate colliding with her parents in a bone-crushing hug.

Renee hurried over to me, wrapping her arms around me in an equally ferocious embrace.

"Can you believe we did it? Look at us. We freaking graduated law school."

"Yeah, it's . . . unbelievable."

Her eyebrows drew together, and she frowned. "What's the matter?" She tilted her head to the side. Her eyes shifted away from mine, scanning the empty s.p.a.ces around me. "They're not here, are they?"

"No."

"Are you kidding me? What was their excuse this time?"

I fidgeted with my cap, looking somewhere a few inches to the left of Renee's face. "Work." I shrugged. "Something came up. Plus, I'm sure they didn't want to draw any unneeded publicity in my direction. Too much of a chance I might screw something up."

"G.o.d, they're such a.s.sholes. Explain to me how a 4.0 GPA and living like a nun is even close to s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up." She took a deep breath. "It's fine. C'mon." She snagged my hand, digging her thumb ring into the side of my wrist. "We will gladly be your surrogate family for the afternoon."

I dug in my heels. "You don't have to do that, Renee. Really, it's not that big of a deal. I was just gonna head back to the apartment and finish packing."

Renee hovered two inches above my five-foot-five frame and had no trouble dragging me along behind for her. "Bulls.h.i.t. Let my mom congratulate you, tell you how beautiful you look, how proud she is of you, and then you can scurry back to your room." She muttered something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like "hermit."

We came to a stop in front of a woman who looked more like Renee's sister than her mother. Her sleek black hair curled over the tops of her shoulders, and her warm brown eyes brightened when they landed on me.

I held out my hand toward her. "It's so good to see you again, Ms. Rodriguez."

Ignoring my outstretched hand completely, she threw her arms around me. "Congratulations, Bianca." She reached out for the cords hanging around my neck, fiddling with the knot on one. "I'm so proud of you, my dear. And please, if I've told you once I've told you a thousand times, none of this 'Ms. Rodriguez' stuff. To you, it's Victoria."

Renee smirked at me with an I-told-you-so expression on her face.

"Thank you." I took a breath and gave her a smile. "Victoria."

Changing tracks entirely, she said, "You'll join Renee and me for lunch?" The way she said it sounded more like a statement than a question.

"I-"

"Well, of course you will. It's the least I can do after all you've done for Renee. Lord knows whether we'd be here celebrating today without you nudging her on the right track."

"Mom," Renee groaned, running a hand through her own thick black hair.

She shrugged. "It's only the truth, dear." She started walking away. "Come on, girls. My treat."

Renee looked at me to see if I was going to object. Honestly, I was too surprised by the quick change of events to say much of anything. I shrugged out of my gown as we walked, draping the offending sky-blue garment over my arm. To my left, Renee dipped her head toward her mom's, her voice too low for me to hear, but when she turned back, she grinned at me and linked our arms together.

A few minutes later we came to an abrupt stop, and I drew my eyes up from where they'd been studying the cracks in the sidewalk. Fancy cursive font scrawled across the burgundy overhang-JC Kendall, Salon & Spa.

I frowned. "You eat lunch at a hair salon?"

Ms. Rodriguez turned toward me, her chocolate eyes dancing with feigned innocence. "Did I say lunch? I meant we'd all get haircuts and then have lunch."

Renee skipped toward me, lifting a chunk of my long blond hair in her hand. She fingered the silky strands before looking up at me. "How much do you trust me?"

"Um . . ."

"We're moving on to a new stage in our lives. Another few months and we'll be actual freaking lawyers. It's time for a change, don't you think? I mean, you've had the same haircut since you were like what, fourteen?"

"Twelve," I mumbled.

"Well, it looks like a twelve-year-old's haircut." When I still hesitated, she pushed on. "Is that really the impression that you want to give your new bosses? Your clients?" Her eyebrows shot up.

c.r.a.p, she totally had me. I sighed and gave in. "Fine." I leveled a finger at her. "But nothing too drastic."

"Of course not." She laughed. "Just a little trim."

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I pa.s.sed by my dresser, but ignored it. I'd already spent too much time studying my reflection today. Just a little trim. Hah. Apparently, we had wildly different definitions of what that meant.

"Still avoiding the mirror?" Renee asked.

I set another neatly folded pile of clothes in my suitcase. "Just tired of wasting time staring at myself. I've got too much to do before my flight tomorrow."

"Well, for what it's worth, I love it. Chopping it nice and short like this really brings out your eyes. It makes you look edgier, sophisticated." She flopped down on the bed next to my stuff, overturning a precisely stacked group of jeans.

Repressing an irritated sigh, I plucked the jeans from her side and set about folding them again. "My mother's going to hate it."

"Tell me again why you care?"

"I don't-"

"You do."

I pinched my lips together, trying to contain my frustration. I did care what she thought. Twenty-five years' worth of trying to gain my parents' approval was as ingrained in me as my ridiculous need for my entire wardrobe to be perfectly folded inside my suitcase.

Grabbing the entire pile, I dumped it in my suitcase in an act of defiance and plopped down next to Renee, covering my head with my hands. "I'm trying very hard not to care."

She wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "I know, sweetie." She hesitated. "Are you sure heading back to Texas is what you want to do? There are plenty of amazing opportunities for you here in the city after you pa.s.s the bar. We could even bunk together at my new place."

I wanted to. G.o.d, I wanted to so bad. In the seven years I'd been gone, the hold my parents had over me had barely loosened. Going back there wouldn't make the situation any better, but flat-out disobeying a direct order from the senator-well, it wasn't something I thought I could do. They'd already given me the tiniest bit of leeway by letting me do my grad and undergrad degrees halfway across the country. Then again, all the Ivies were in the Northeast, so it's not like they had much choice in the matter.

"I want to, Renee, but I can't. It has to be this way."

Her eyes searched the ceiling as though seeking divine intervention. "Sometimes, girl, I just want to slap you."

I raised my eyebrows at her and let out a laugh. Getting stuck with Renee as my roommate had been the best thing that ever happened to me. She pried open my sh.e.l.l with her incessant friendliness and sheer stubbornness, making me step out of my comfort zone. In return, I'd tempered her partying ways, kept her on track with her cla.s.s schedule, and tutored her when she struggled with some of her cla.s.ses. Her mom hadn't been completely exaggerating when she said Renee might not have made it to graduation without me.

"You're just afraid that if I'm not rooming with you anymore, you'll never be on time anywhere. Seriously, I'm going to buy you the world's loudest alarm clock."

Her laughter echoed around the room. "You got me. The only reason I want you to stick around is so that you can be my personal alarm clock." She rolled her eyes. Shifting so that she was facing me, she grabbed my hand in hers and squeezed it.

"Uh-oh," I said. "You're wearing your serious face."

The corner of her mouth quirked up. "Listen, Bianca. You know you're like a sister to me, so I'm saying this because I love you and because someone needs to say it. You are the smartest person I know. You're beautiful and kind, even mildly funny sometimes when you let yourself relax." I rolled my eyes at her. "But watching the way your mom and the senator tear you down? The way they disappoint you over and over and over again, and instead of giving in or letting go, you just try harder? It kills me. I want you to be happy. You. Not your mom or your dad. For once, I want you to do something for yourself, just because you want to. Not because it's what you're supposed to do, or it's the right thing to do. Just because. I'm so afraid that one day you're going to wake up and your whole life is going to have pa.s.sed you by."

I bit my lip to keep it from quivering.

"Promise me, Bianca. Promise me that you'll live the life you want to."

"I promise." For some reason it sounded like my words were coated in gravel. "You'll come visit me in Texas?"

She snorted. "Are you kidding? All those hot cowboys? Of course I will."

I shoved her lightly in the shoulder. "Do you ever think of anything else?"

"Sometimes." She shrugged. "So, are you coming to this party with me tonight, or what?"

I glanced around the room at the millions of things I still needed to pack before heading to bed. "Uh, no. I think I'll pa.s.s."

"Bianca," she groaned. "You have not let me drag you to one party in the entire time we've been here."

"Well, I wouldn't want to break my record then," I said cheekily.

She stood, placing one hand on her hip. "One day. One day it's going to happen. You wait and see." She c.o.c.ked her head to the side. "I'm still taking you to the airport tomorrow?"

I snorted. "a.s.suming you're sober enough for it."

"Please," she said, stooping to grab her purse. "Don't wait up for me, chick."

"Wasn't planning on it."

She paused on her way out the door, leaning against the doorjamb. "Love you, girl."

"Love you too, Renee."

Chapter 2: Bianca.

A brisk knocking on the door woke me the next morning. I pushed back the covers and rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand. Brushing back the hair that drifted in front of my face, I startled briefly at how short it was before remembering the epic haircut that happened yesterday.

The floor was cold beneath my bare feet as I shuffled across the room. I pulled the door open a crack, giving my eyes a second to adjust to the harsh fluorescent lighting in the hallway.

"Sam?" I asked, peering through just barely cracked eyelids at the guy standing in front of my door. We'd lived across the hall from each other for an entire year, but we'd never been anything more than casual acquaintances. "What's . . . what's up?"

He shifted from foot to foot, his eyes not quite meeting mine. "Bianca." One hand drifted up and down his arm. "s.h.i.t, I don't know how to tell you this, but I was there and I wasn't sure if anyone had told you yet and . . . has anyone told you?" Finally, his gaze met my mine.

I blinked at him, my brain still trying to catch up. He stared right back, his eyes filling with an odd combination of fear and hope. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

His expression fell and he worked a hand over his tired face. "I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, but . . . G.o.d, there was an accident last night and Renee . . . she didn't make it."

My throat closed, and I felt the immediate burn of tears in my eyes. My first attempt at speaking failed. I opened and closed my mouth several times before anything managed to escape. In the end, all I managed was, "How?"

He ran a hand through his hair, making the long brown strands stick out like porcupine quills. "They were in a cab. Didn't even make it two blocks from the party. It was a head-on collision. The other driver was drunk. None of them made it." I couldn't tell if he was speaking in short declarative sentences for my benefit, or because he couldn't get anything else out.

The pressure on my chest grew; every breath was an effort. My eyes blinked furiously to hold back the tears, but they ran stubbornly down my cheeks, dripping off my chin and splattering against the tightly woven navy carpet. "Has someone called her mom?"

"I don't know. The police, maybe."

I sniffed, trying to hold myself together when every single piece of me was ready to fly apart. "Th-thank you, Sam, for letting me know."

"Will you be okay?" There was honest concern in his eyes, which surprised me. Before today we'd never exchanged more than a handful of words. Now, he'd always be the guy who told me that my best friend was dead. Forever, I'd have the image of him standing in front of me like this stamped on my brain-from his disheveled hair, to his red-rimmed eyes, to the tiny hole that decorated the edge of the pocket on his shirt.

I nodded, though I could barely imagine a time that I would be. After I nudged the door shut, my legs nearly buckled; I had to force them to carry me back to my bed. I collapsed on it, burying my face in the pillow.

I sobbed for what seemed like hours, my mind desperately trying to grasp the reality of the situation. But it just couldn't. My world didn't make sense without Renee in it.