“Tried,” Joker answered and I felt my body string tight. “Cornered me, but with bad timing. Had a neighbor, man’s still a friend, he drove up when they were settin’ up for their beatdown, your ex-motherfucker and five of his crew. Linus got outta his truck and shared some wisdom with them. He was an adult. He’s a big man. One look at him you know he can handle himself. And he’s got a way with words. The words he used made it clear, they fuck with me ever, they fuck with him, and the way he’d fuck back would be surprising.”

I was struggling with contradictory feelings of relief that Joker’s old neighbor had good timing and upset that Aaron and his friends had targeted Joker, so I didn’t get a reply in before Joker carried on.

“Wouldn’t have mattered if Linus hadn’t shown. I can take care of myself, and by that time had learned to take a beating.”

That didn’t make me feel any better.

Joker wasn’t quite finished.

“But other kids who didn’t have that, Neiland put the screws to ’em. There are bullies, and there are people like Neiland. He broke the mold of a bully. He was a tyrant. He was king of the school, liked his ass on that throne, and actively sought out ways to make sure no one would forget that was his place. He got off on admiration. He also got off on humiliation. Those he considered weak, he wanted them cowed. And he got that however he needed to get it with his crew of buddies who were nothing short of high school enforcers.”

“This is making me feel a little sick, Carson,” I told him the truth, my stomach beginning to roil with nausea.

He slid his hand up my back, to the side of my neck, the calluses catching on my skin, making it tingle in a way that was oddly soothing, probably because it was a part of him. Then he glided his fingers into my hair, and when he spoke again, his tone had gentled.

“Done now, baby, and I know I’m scarin’ you. It sucks I gotta do that. I can see you’re ready to fight, able to do it, got sass in you and fire, and you’re done with him. You make that clear. But I’m doin’ what I’m doin’ now ’cause I’m worried shit that’s been ugly is gonna get uglier. And you gotta toughen up, Carrie. ’Cause he doesn’t get what he wants and he doesn’t get the message this is a battle he should let go, he’s gonna come at you with all he’s got.”

“No,” I said softly. “He’s gonna come at you.”

That was the truth, and it made me feel worse.

“That, you don’t worry about,” Joker said.