The Temptation of Lila and Ethan Read Free Page B

do?”
    She shrugs. “There’s not much you can do… not until you’re eighteen and can get the fuck away from our parents.”
    I slouch in the sofa, staring at the colorful poster on the wall that has a picture of a guitar on it. “How bad is it?”
    She picks up a lighter from the coffee table and reaches for the lightbulb. “How bad is what?”
    “Boarding school?” I ask, watching her with curiosity.
What is she doing? Who is this person sitting beside me? I barely even recognize her.
    She puts the lightbulb up to her mouth. “Not any worse than being at home.” She flicks the lighter and starts moving the flame along the glass. I have no idea what she’s doing, but it feels like I should look away. So I do.
    “So I can handle it?” I stare at the dark hallway that leads to a door covered with strings of beads. “I mean, going there. It won’t be that bad, right?”
    She snorts a laugh and then it’s echoed by a cough. “That all depends on how great you think our home life is.”
    “It not that bad,” I say, but the lie is thick in my throat.
    She snorts another laugh. “Oh, Lila, don’t kid yourself. Our home life is a bunch of shit based on lies for the public eye. To everyone, we seem like the perfect family, but on the inside—behind closed doors—we live in a hollow shell of a home. No hugs. No kisses. No affection. An unemotional zombie mother who’s obsessed with her beauty and money. An absent father who hates us and prides himself on telling us that all the time, letting us know how much we annoy him just because we exist.” She coughs again, louder, until she hacks something up and then spits it out onto the floor. “It’s like he wants us to be as miserable as his father made him.”
    I finally glance back at her and she’s setting the lightbulb down on the table and I notice the air is a little musty. “What is that?” I ask, pointing at it.
    “Let’s hope you never find out. Let’s keep hoping you live some kind of rainbows and sunshine life instead of this.”
    “But I thought you said things were better out here. That you felt freer.”
    “I do feel freer.” She yawns, her eyelids growing heavy. “But I don’t want this version of free for you.”
    “But if you don’t like it then why do you do it?”
    “Because it makes me happy and all the dark things in the world not so dark.” She drops the lighter on the table, considers something, and then draws her knee onto the couch as she turns to face me. “You want some sisterly advice?”
    “Umm…” I glance around at the apartment that I’m fairly certain is littered with drug paraphernalia. “I guess.”
    “
Live
your life, Lila, the way that
you
want to, not how Dad wants you to or anyone else.” She reaches for the lighter on the table again, her eyelids growing heavier and she begins to ramble, looking dazed and barely coherent. “And if you end up at the boarding school keep clear of the trouble-making guys, the rough-looking, wild, and dangerous ones. They can make you feel really alive and loved and like life can actually mean something. But all they fucking do is use you. And they’ll only bring you down with them. They don’t really love you, Lila. They don’t. Love doesn’t even exist, despite how much you want it to.”
    I wonder why she’s telling me this. “Um… okay.”
    She never explains further and that is the end of our conversation. She gets up and starts cleaning the house like a robot dosed up on sugar and caffeine. I sit there and watch her, wondering how she got to this point in her life, so ugly and broken—so messed up. Was it because of a guy? One she loved? Is that why she said that thing about love?
    A week later I go off to boarding school with her words of wisdom a shadow in my mind, there but barely. The problem is she forgot to warn me about the guys who seem perfect on the outside, the ones who are charming, seemingly unflawed, and make you feel loved for the very first