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turned to him , stretching my arms over my head. “Maybe she’ll audition for American Idol?” The more I looked at him, the more his face started to blur. Maybe I was drunk.
    Donny ’s face lit up. “That is exactly what she’s trying to do! She’s so pathetic.” He ran his fingers over the gelled part of his hair and then put his hand on my knee. “When I was little, she used to tuck me in at night and sing country western songs to me! She never hugged or kissed me or even said prayers. She just sang like a geek!”
    “Okay. I like geeks,” I said trying to subdue the irritation rising up in me. I guess Donny wasn’t as shy as I thought. At the dance, he was more reserved.
    His face twisted a little. “After Dad left us, Mom got this really horrible boyfriend. She said she liked him because he was so good looking. I thought that was an imprudent reason to like someone.” He rubbed his eyes. “He got cruel one day and threw her on the ground…”
    “Okay!” I looked at him with a blaze of hatred in my eyes. My stomach felt nauseous. I thought I might just puke right on him. “I don’t want to know about it.”
    “What’s wrong?” he asked, putting his hand on my shoulder. “She dumped him. It’s not like he hurt her that bad.”
    “It’s nothing,” I responded, shaking my head and moving away. I just couldn’t stop thinking about Mom and her freak boyfriend drowning her in the bathtub. It felt like a blanket was smothering me all of the sudden. “I gotta get some air.” I stood up.
    “ Can I come too?” he asked with concern in his voice.
    “No.” I looked at him directly in his puppy dog eyes. “I need some time alone.” With that, I walked out of the room as calmly as I could and headed for the deck. I wanted out of this life. Maybe if I died, I could join my mom.
    The hall that led outside was dimly lit and relatively quiet. With the back of my hand, I wiped the tears out of my eyes and tried to pull myself together. I could hear the muffled sounds of kids in other rooms laughing or talking. Someone was playing a Duran Duran song: “Hungry like a Wolf.” Oh, brother.
    But then I heard something. The hardly audible sounds were coming from behind a slightly open door. “That’s good,” the girl panted. “You’re a master…”
    I couldn’t help but look in. To my utter shock, it was blond, beautiful Emily Monroe. Her prom queen crown was on its side on the floor next to her sequined pumps. Her dress was hiked up and a guy with long dark hair had his hand in her panties. He glanced down at his designer wristwatch. I couldn’t see his face, but his body looked sexy as hell. I didn’t know who he was, but he seemed familiar. His dress shirt was torn open.
    Emily looked like she was in so much pleasure as he did things I had never experienced. I wondered what it felt like to be touched that way. The guys I had been with were self-centered and awkward.
    So many feelings rushed through me. I could have sworn that guy reminded me of the one from the ocean and my dreams. I remembered how good he had made me feel in those nighttime fantasies. No other guy compared. Embarrassed and jealous, I hurried back down the hall just as Emily cried out, “Marcel…” Her breath was getting caught in her throat. “…you are the hottest guy alive.”
    I waited at the hall door for a minute trying to catch my breath. Marcel? Who was Marcel? In a moment, I would walk back down the hall, past their room, and out onto the deck like I hadn’t seen a thing.
    But before I could start walking, the guy stepped out of the room. I only glimpsed the side of his face before his long hair whipped around and covered his profile. He wore slacks with some sort of tuxedo shirt reminiscent of another century. It was ripped in the front like Emily tried to pull it off him. From the brief peek I had, it looked like he had a rockin’ chest. The way he strutted revealed a confident demeanor.
    Marcel must have been