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had told myself that I would be fine
without Matty, repeating it hundreds of times since we’d broken up.
But, the last few weeks had put a glimmer of hope back in my heart.
Even though I’d told him to move on, I had clung to that little
sliver, believing that one day we’d find our way back to each
other. I was such a moron. I didn’t fight the tears. Instead, I
sank to the floor and let them flow.
    Rob leaned back and watched me cry
it out, shaking his head a time or two. When the tears had dried,
he reached down, offered me a hand, and pulled me up. Without
saying a word, he led the way into his room. It was very similar to
Matty’s, with two large windows and a giant marble fireplace.
Instead of hardwood, though, there was a thick plush rug that my
feet happily sunk into. The room was practically bare. Two rocking
chairs sat by the windows and one bedside table flanked the giant
bed. It was immaculate, no clothes on the chairs or glasses on the
table. I wondered if Rob was a neat freak. My favorite thing about
this room, though, was that once the door shut, every noise from
the rest of the house vanished.
    He took one look at my
tear-stained face and rolled his eyes. “I have nevah seen two
people jump to conclusions like the two of you.” Shaking his head,
he gave me an annoyed look. “L.K., you really need to talk to Matt
and figure this shit out.”
    Rob was right, of course. I knew
that Matty and I would have to talk in the morning. I didn’t want
my new roommate to be angry with me on our first night, though, and
changed the subject. “I’m sorry you’re missing your
party.”
    “ I’m not. It’s not my party and I
told Dean to move it because I’m fuckin’ beat. It’ll go half the
fuckin’ night. I’m too old for that shit.”
    “Tank won’t be upset?
    “Naw. I saw him
today. He gets it.” He smirked, as if he was trying not to laugh at
a private joke. “He won’t be there long, anyway. As soon as he see
his ol’ lady, he’ll forget the rest of us and go make up for lost
time.” I didn’t know a thing about Tank or why he’d been in jail.
This was that line, the one that Matty had drawn a long time ago,
trying to separate me from this part of his life. The idea made me
sad.
    “ Why was he in jail?”
    Deep blue eyes met mine. “Prison,
Joey. He was in prison.” I didn’t know there was a difference, and
Rob must have seen the confusion on my face. “Prison is jail for
big boys.” He smirked. “How can I explain it?” He paused, frowning.
“You get bagged doing somethin’ stupid, like driving drunk, and the
cops throw you in jail until you can get bailed out or until you go
to trial. Prison is serious shit. Think maximum security, convicted
killers that would like nothin’ more than to shank you in your
sleep, or beat you until you ahh bloody if you piss ‘em off, or
just ‘cause they don’t like the color of your skin. And guahds
don’t really protect you unless they have a monetary reason to do
so. Jail’s a fuckin’ joke, L.K. But prison, well, release is
somethin’ to celebrate.”
    “ Oh.” I looked away, swallowing.
“Have you ever… I mean, you sound like you know the difference
first hand.”
    “ Are you askin’ me if I’m a
convicted felon?” I nodded, not really sure I wanted the answer. “I
am. I’ve been to both, lived inside both, and probably will see the
inside of both again.”
    My mind went into overdrive. I couldn’t
imagine the Rocker I knew doing anything that would land him in
prison. I debated with myself all of two seconds before I asked,
“What did you do? I mean, to get sent to prison?”
    He didn’t blink. Didn’t hesitate. “Felony
assault. It would have been voluntary manslaughter, because I meant
to kill the prick, but the DA plead me down.” Meant to kill him.
Had he killed someone? My mouth went dry.
    “ Matty didn’t tell you any of
this?” I shook my head. He shifted, eyes surveying me as if he
wasn’t sure he should