Torn (Connections #2)(62)

I can hear how high and thin my voice is when I scream out again, "Stop it!" He doesn't seem to hear me. He's lost in the fight. His normally gleaming green eyes are shadowed in a way I've never seen before.

When Ben winces in pain, River leans down and whispers something in his ear, but doesn't let him go. My hand flies to my mouth and my tears are running down my cheeks-I just want this to end.

In a blur of movement, Xander pulls River off Ben and Caleb drags Ben from the room as he yells, "This isn't over!"

River frees himself from Xander's hold and heads for the door, but Xander blocks him and shoves him to the bed. "That's enough, River! Enough! You need to get a handle on this."

Xander attempts to calm River and I'm trying to contain my own rage. "Xander, can you tell everyone the party is over?"

He nods and then drops down to his brother's eye level. "River, look at me. You need to do what we talked about. Do you hear me?"

River looked up at him for a moment before dropping his head back down again. Xander pats him on the shoulder and says, "Now." Then his eyes land on me. "I'll clear everyone out so you two can talk."

He closes the door behind him and River and I are left alone. I stand there for a minute thinking about what Xander's just said to River and I know that it's about their sister. Relief and fear burst through me-I'm relieved Ben is gone and fearful of what we are about to discuss.

"I saw the two of you," he says as he rises to his feet and heads for the door.

I hastily navigate around the bed and dash there first. Standing in front of it, literally blocking his way, I force him to stop right in front of me.

"Well, I don't know what you think you saw, but whatever it is, I can tell you, you're wrong."

He takes a step back, eyeing me, and then turns to walk toward the glass doors. "Why was he in here, Dahlia? In our bedroom?"

Once again, I dash in front of him. I am not going to allow any space between us and he's not going to walk out of this room until we talk. "Why was she holding your hand?"

"Come on, Dahl, you really want to talk about Ellie right now?"

I grab his face knowing exactly what he's inferring by calling me by that nickname. "River, listen to me. I'm going to say this again-I am not interested in being with Ben. I am not in love with Ben. Whatever you think you saw, he wanted to talk to me about your sister. And I know you know what I mean. I just heard Xander tell you to tell me."

I stare into his green eyes, searching for any sign of confusion. But when his mouth drops open and he says nothing, I know for sure that he knew about them. From there, my irritation only builds. I jab my finger into his chest. "Yeah, like I thought, you knew the whole time and again you didn't tell me something."



       
         
       
        

He tries to reach for my hands, but I jerk away. I stare at him, my irritation flaring as I cross to the other side of the room. My rage mixes with hurt as I'm once again left wondering if I can trust him.

Grabbing my wrist, he swings me around to face him. "Stop walking away from me. Let me explain."

Shaking my head, I try to free myself of his grasp. "Oh now you want to talk. It was okay, though, when you were the one walking away!"

His lip turns into a sneer. "That was different."

I laugh a little, now completely enraged. "The only thing different is that I was doing nothing wrong," my voice cracks.

His eyes close, and when he reopens them all I see is pain. He leans closer to me, dropping his voice to a whisper. "I was only protecting you. Because I wanted to save you from a heartbreak you didn't need to experience."

"River, I already knew that he came close to cheating on me. You were saving yourself from having to deal with how Bell and I would take it. I saw her face tonight when she looked at him. She clearly didn't know, either."

He sighs deeply. "I don't care how any of this affects me, you know that. I didn't want to dredge up sad memories for you or for my sister."

I stare at him and his grip loosens and moves to catch my hand.

I yank my hand from his. "River!"

"What?" He looks genuinely sympathetic.

I move back, frowning, and cross my arms over my chest. "You don't have to pity me. That part of my life was long ago. Ben can't hurt me anymore. It really doesn't matter to me who the girl was. But what does matter is that I have to be able to trust you."

He shoots me a look I don't understand. "You can trust me, we've been through that."

"You're not making it easy on me. Is there anything else I should know about?"