Author: Cheryl McIntyre

Her lips twist and she sits forward, perching on the edge of the couch. Jessie’s gaze barely touches on us before he reaches for Bree.

“Nu-huh,” she hisses.

“B, just listen,” I say, my tone composed. I want her to be okay with this—need it, actually. But I’m keeping this relationship. Whatever it is. Wherever it takes me. I’m keeping it.

“Are you really this stupid?”

“Whoa,” Park says. His voice is full of warning, but Bree ignores him. She crosses her arms in front of her and shakes her head harshly.

“He cheated on you,” she spits. “Don’t be a doormat.”

“Baby, calm down,” Jessie whispers.

“No. She’s being stupid.”

Park’s hand squeezes mine almost painfully. “Hey. That’s enough. You don’t agree, fine. But don’t call Lucy stupid.”

“Oh, my God. Are you for real?” She stands up and places her hands on her hips. I’ve seen the gesture more times than I can count. She’s gearing up for a fight.

“I know you think this is a bad idea,” I begin.

She barks out a dry laugh. “Bad idea? No, Lu, the bangs you sported in ninth grade were a bad idea. This is insanity. He treated you so wrong.”

“I did,” Park agrees before I can respond. “And I’m going to regret it forever. But Lucy and I talked and she’s giving me another chance.” His eyes dart over to Jessie before sliding back to Bree. “And I’m going to prove to her, to you, to everyone, that she can trust me. I care about her and I won’t hurt her again.”

“Pretty words Park. You should be a performer. Oh, wait. That’s your job.” She rolls her eyes. “I told you to stay away from her.”

Park smirks. “I tried. Couldn’t. And again, Bree, I do not answer to you.”

Jessie rests his hand on Bree’s hip as she opens her mouth to reply. “Stop,” he says firmly. He looks at me, his eyes studying my face. “This is what you want?”

I nod. “Yeah, it is.”

He nods back and glances at my best friend. “It’s their choice. Their business.”

Her mouth drops open. I think mine may have as well. “It’ll be our business when he fucks her over. Again.”

“If that happens we’ll deal with it then.”

Both of her brows shoot up and she makes a disgusted sound. “You know what?” She throws her hands up, the movement jerky. Angry. “I don’t care. You do whatever you want and when he hurts you again, I don’t want to hear about it.” She stalks past us and out the door. I flinch when it slams loudly.

Why is someone always walking away from me?

“You knew?” Park says and I flinch again, pulling away from my thoughts.

Jessie leans back, resting his head against the back of the couch. He props his feet on the table. “Not at first, but I added until it equaled this.” He flicks his index finger back and forth between me and Park.

“And you’re cool?” Park questions.

Chuckling, Jessie sits forward again. He props his elbows on his knees and looks at Park. “Bree will come around. And as long as Lulu’s happy, I’m cool. You fuck this up—that’s a whole different story.”

34

Park

This is my first show since the infamous beat down. It’s also my first show with a girlfriend. I keep a tight grip on Lucy’s hand as we move through the crowd. It’s a good turn out since we’ve been M.I.A. for more than a month.

I’ve never had to side-step a fan before, but things are still unstable with Lucy and I’m not about to fuck this up because some drunk chick is getting handsy. Before Lucy, I would have been trying to remember the girl’s face so she could take me home after I played my set. But now I’m holding the hand of the only person I want to go home with.

I purposely maneuver us around the frisky female earning me a few slurred curses.

Lucy’s eyes widen and I pull her tighter to my side. I press my lips against her hair. “Stay close. I may need protection.”

Breathing out a surprised laugh, Lucy shakes her head. “You’re on your own, buddy. That girl is scary.”

I glance over my shoulder and shudder. “Hell yeah she is.”

“I’m pretty sure you can handle it,” she says, her mouth turning up into a smirk.

“This may come as a shock to you, but I have no idea how to handle women.” Both of her brows rise and her head tilts slightly to the side. “That I’m not having sex with,” I amend.

She pauses, frowning at me. “So what you’re saying is you don’t know how to treat a woman if you aren’t seducing her?”

I squint at her, not sure how to answer that question. But yeah. That’s exactly it. Lucy’s eyes narrow and I decide it’d be better if I kept that information to myself. I’ll just have to figure it out. “Come on. I need a drink before I’m on.”

Tugging my keys from my pocket, I hand them over to Lucy. “Keep a hold of these for me?”

“Why?”

“So you can drive. I don’t drink and drive.”

She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and my gaze is instantly drawn there. “I’ve wanted to ask you about that.” She accepts the keys, tucking them into her pocket and I lean into the bar.

“What about it?”

The bartender stops in front of me, smiling invitingly. “Haven’t seen you in awhile,” she says. Resting her elbows on top of the bar, she inclines forward giving me a perfect view down her shirt.

Is this what it’s always like? Have I never paid attention before? My brows draw together as I try to remember if I ever got with her. She obviously knows me, but I don’t recall her at all.

“Missed you around here,” she continues and her eyes drop, scaling my chest.

I almost laugh because I have absolutely no desire to draw this out any longer.

And I almost want to hug her because this is the moment that I’m absolutely certain, without a shadow of a doubt, that I am mind-blowingly, 100% in love with Lucy Braden.

I tug Lucy up onto the stool. “Did you want something?” I ask, my voice low. She shakes her head and I reluctantly turn back to order a beer. The bartender sets it down in front of me slowly, eyeing Lucy before she moves on to take the next order.

I take a long drink, watching Lucy the whole time. She’s struggling with something and it makes me nervous. Especially with my new insight.

“What did you want to ask me?” I prompt again now that there are no more distractions. I’d rather just get it out and over with.

She sits up, bringing herself closer to me. Instinctually, I reach for her, clasping her fingers within mine. “Is there something there? A reason other than the obvious that you’re so big on not drinking and driving?”

I stare into her overly perceptive eyes and once again feel stripped bare in her presence. I’m not sure how she does this. How she sees everything. That itch to run and put some kind of distance between us presents itself with a frightening force. I release her hand and take a step back as I rake my fingers through my hair.

Clearing my throat and taking another drink, I brace myself to cut my chest open in front of this girl that I self-admittedly love. She’s seen a hell of a lot of my demons surface from the shadows, but this one—this is my darkest.

“In high school,” I say, but my voice catches and I have to start over. “In high school, I went to a party and got drunk.” I shake my head and begin peeling the label off my bottle so I don’t have to look at her as I pour my guts out.

“That’s not true. I was already drunk when I got there. I got drunker. It got out of control, a fight broke out, and cops got called. I took off and Guy followed. That’s common knowledge.” I rub my forehead and swallow down the bile trying to rise. What I’m about to tell her nobody else knows but Guy.

Inhaling deeply, I close my eyes for a moment before chugging down the rest of my beer. And then I laugh harshly at myself. What kind of person drinks while telling the story of the time they almost killed their best friend in a drunk driving accident?

Me. I’m the kind of person.

I stretch over the bar and motion for another.

The bartender holds up a finger, telling me to hold on and I turn back to Lucy. Her warm, gray eyes watch me closely and I feel my stomach tighten. I’ve never cared much about what people thought of me. I’m not a good person. I know that. I’ve come to terms with it. And I’ve never tried to hide it. But I care what Lucy thinks.

“I don’t want to tell you this story, but you deserve to know who I am.”

She nods and I open my mouth just as another beer appears. I pick it up and take Lucy’s hand, pulling her toward the back corner. I don’t want to do this in front of an audience.

We sit and I lay my palms flat on the table, staring at them as I recount the events of that night.

“Guy tried to stop me from driving. He asked me—he begged me not to. He tried to take my keys and it pissed me off. I fucking shoved him. I was so mad at him for so many things and that was just the final straw.” I shiver as the memory swarms up around me bringing with it all the emotion I’ve fought so hard to keep at bay these past two years.

“I got in my car and he stood there, this shocked look on his face. And then…” I drop my head into my hands. My eyes sting and I honestly cannot remember the last time I cried, but I feel like it could actually happen right now. I stand up, my legs pushing the chair back so quickly it topples over. I glance down at it before I kick it out of the way and walk out the side door.

As soon as the door closes behind me I light up a cigarette and take a deep hit. I need something to calm me or I’m going to lose it.

The sounds from the bar grow louder, and then small, warm hands wrap around my stomach. I place my own hands over Lucy’s.

“Park,” she whispers.

I pivot quickly so I’m facing her and I grip her tightly, tugging her into a hug. I breathe in the scent of her hair. If I can stay like this…

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“Yes I do.” I pull away and pace in front of her. This is better. Just me and her. I can do this. And now that I’ve started, I think I need to do this.

“I don’t know why I told him, Lucy,” I say. “But I did. I told him…”

She doesn’t rush me. She waits, her eyes wide, her hands shaking. I want to comfort her, but if I touch her I’m not sure I’ll be able to get the words out.

“I told him I wanted to die.”

Lucy takes in a sharp breath, but doesn’t say anything. I’m glad. I’m so fucking glad she doesn’t say anything because I don’t think I can handle it at the moment.

“I don’t know why the hell he got in the car, but he did, and I floored it. I was so drunk. I had no right to be behind a steering wheel. But I swear, if I hadn’t been drinking, I never would have driven the way I did. I never would have let him get in when I was like that. I didn’t… I just didn’t care at the time. I wanted to be away from the party as fast as I could and I couldn’t see past my own pain. I kept going faster and the next thing I knew, my face was slamming into an airbag.

“Guy almost died. He had to have emergency surgery and physical therapy. I almost killed my best friend because I didn’t care if I lived or died.”

I can’t look at her. But I can’t stand her silence either. I lean against the brick wall and finish off my cigarette.

“Say something,” I rasp. I just want it over with.

I look up and meet her eyes. “Did you do it on purpose?”

“No. I don’t think so. I don’t know. It all happened so fast.”