“How old are you?” AK asked, from my left.
“Sixteen,” the kid replied. I closed my eyes.
Opening them again, I asked, “Where’s your mama?” The kid looked up at me. I saw his expression change. His eyes lowered. He swallowed.
Viking pointed at me. “Flame ain’t angry. It’s just how he talks.”
I frowned at Viking. “How did I fucking talk?”
Viking shrugged, and rubbed his hand under his nose. “Like you, brother. Don’t sweat it.” Maddie laid her head on my arm. I breathed normally, hating how I could never fucking speak right to new people.
Asher rocked on his feet, looked real fucking sad, and answered, “Died a few months back. She… she killed herself.” He looked up at me and pointed behind him. “Hung herself on the tree out back.” He sucked in a sharp breath. “I found her. And poppa… he blamed me. Said it was all my fault.” He shook his head. “But he beat her. Made us go to that church he loved so much, and we hated. She killed herself because of him, but he blamed me. Mama was still so young, she was only eighteen when she met him. She couldn’t go on any longer.”
“God…” Maddie whispered, clearly in shock. I closed my eyes and thought, just like my fucking mama. It was all exactly like my fucking life.
When I opened them again, AK was standing in front of me. “Your call, man. This kid’s your blood.” I stared at my… brother… and my heart pounded. I had a brother. I had a fucking kid brother… again.
The kid held my gaze. He stepped forward and asked, “What’ll happen to me now? I can’t…” His breath caught, and he shook. “Don’t take me to that church. Please… Josiah, please… I got no other family, and I hate that church more than anything.”
“It’s Flame,” I corrected, too busy thinking about that fucking church. The kid’s eyes widened.
“Flame,” he pleaded. “Don’t make me go there.”
Maddie squeezed my hand. When I looked down at her, she was staring right back up at me with those huge eyes. Taking a deep breath, I faced Asher and ordered, “You come home with me.”
The kid paused, then choked on a fucking pained sob. Viking moved forward and slung his arm around Asher’s shoulder. The kid tensed, but he relaxed straight away into Viking’s huge chest, fucking curling himself into Vike’s hold. Just then, I knew that Asher wasn’t like me at all. He didn’t have my condition. He could be touched… He—
“… can be touched,” I finished, under my breath. Maddie’s hand lay on my chest. She’d heard me. My arm lifted to lie over her shoulder and I pulled her closer, holding the one person I could touch. Placing my mouth close to her ear, I whispered, “He can be touched, Maddie. He ain’t like me.”
“I know,” she replied, and hugged me tighter. “That’s good, Flame.”
Viking walked past me toward the bikes, away from the fucking corpse. With Asher under his arm, he asked, “Little fucking Ash. You ever been to Texas?” Viking stopped dead in his tracks and looked back. “Fucking Ash, brother. Flame and Little Ash.” He shook his head and smiled. Turning back to Asher, he asked, “You ever been on a bike?”
“No,” Asher replied in a timid voice. “But I’ve seen one. And I’ve always liked them.”
“Good thing, brother. Because where you’re going, you’re gonna learn to fucking love them.”
AK followed them both without saying a word. I stood there just breathing, staring at the old shithole of a house. Maddie walked in front of me. “What now?”
Pushing a loose strand of her black hair behind her ear, I said, “I need you to wait out here.”