“Oh, Pix.”Cujo walked over to kneel on the floor next to the chair she was sitting on.“Come here.”He tugged her into his arms.
She dropped her head to his shoulder and wept.Cujo stroked her back as she cried.The guilt she’d been carrying for killing Brewster, the pain that she’d carried from all those years of abuse, and the ache she felt from Dred’s absence flooded out.
A box of tissues appeared on the table, and she grabbed one.Doing her best to clean up her face, which she was certain was an unholy mess of tears and streaked mascara, she tried to breathe.
Cujo got off his knees and pulled up a chair to sit next to her.He gripped her hands and they had familial warmth.Unable to look him in the eye yet, she studied the colorful sugar skull on the back of his hand.
“Do you remember my promise to you?”he asked.“That day you went to treatment the first time?”
“You said, ‘I’ll replace every single shit-head adult that let you down.’”
“I did.And I meant every word.I don’t care what you did.I don’t care what you took.In the last six years, you’ve become the little sister I never had.You’ve stayed clean.You’ve worked hard.You’ve been there for us as much as we have for you.Whatever’s going on, I want you to know you can talk to me.”
Pixie looked up at him.“I lied.I did give Arnie money.”
Cujo didn’t flinch; his clear blue eyes were focused.“So hewasblackmailing you?”
Pixie nodded.
“We need to go to the police with this, Pix.You know you can’t let him get away with it.”
“I know,” she nodded sadly.“But if we go to the police and tell them why he was blackmailing me, I think they’ll arrest me too.”
“It was that bad?”Wrinkles of concern graced Cujo’s brow as he squeezed her hand reassuringly.
“Arnie ...he used to ...I was ...I did something ...to get away.”Even now, she couldn’t say the words, didn’t want admit what he’d done to her.Humiliation overwhelmed her, memories of him standing clothed behind her, telling her all the reasons she was dull and uninteresting, all the while pressing up against her, confusing her.Breathing was becoming difficult, but she refused to succumb to the panic attacks that used to debilitate her when she lived in the trailer.
“Breathe, Pix.He’s not here now.There’s only you and me.”Cujo rubbed her hands between his.
He waited patiently for her to regain her composure.
“There is nothing we can’t figure out, Pix.Do you think he’ll physically hurt you?”
“I think it’s all about the money.He wants as much as he can get.He’ll be back in a week or two.But he used to ...Cujo, I can’t even tell you what he used to do.”Her eyes filled with tears again, and she reached for another tissue.
“Okay.First, we’ll change the schedule.For the foreseeable future, you aren’t going to open or close the studio alone.”
“But Cujo, it’s my job.I have to—”
“No.You don’t.Second, we’re going to find a lawyer.A good one for you to talk to alone.You can tell him or her what you’ve done, and they can help you figure out the best way to manage it.”
“I have some money saved.”
“It doesn’t matter, because I’m here for you.And Trent is too.And so are Lia, and Eric, Harper, and Drea.And even though his head is so far up his own fucking ass right now that he’s giving himself a colonoscopy, Dred will be too.You need the best lawyer there is.”
Pixie couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped.Cujo had always had a way with words.
“But you have to promise me something, Pix.You see Arnie coming, you run as fast as you possibly can.Don’t speak to him.Get security on your building to kick him out.You call me or Trent.”
The tightness in her chest started to ease.“Thank you,” she said, squeezing his hand.
“I hope one day you’ll trust me enough to tell me what you went through, but I understand you aren’t ready now.”
“You know, Cujo, I’m an only child, but since I met you, not once have I felt like one.”
Cujo nodded, pressed a kiss to her forehead, and left the room.
She still had her brother, but what she wished for was Dred.
