Текст книги "More Than Her"

Автор книги: Jay McLean

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THIRTEEN

-Past-

The visit.

I spent the next day moping around the house like a loser trying to find something that would make time go faster until I picked her up from work. I went to the store earlier and bought the gummy bears. I even opened them and sorted the red ones from the rest. The smug asshole in me was pretty impressed. The general asshole in me heard the sound of whips in my head.

I kept looking at the clock, waiting for a good time to leave. I didn't want to show up early and seem too eager. At four forty-five I rushed out the front door and ran straight into a body.

"Holy shit," she yelped.

I held onto her and tried to regain my balance, and when I finally did, I took a step back. "Micky."

She stood with bags of groceries in both hands and an awkward smile on her face. "I thought that, maybe...but I see you're on your way out. Never mind." She turned around and started to walk away, bags still in hands.

"Wait."

She spun to face me, her eyes glazed with wetness. She did that thing chicks do when their eyes go big so that the tears don't fall. "Hey, are you okay? What's going on?"

"Nothing." She sniffed once. "I just thought I'd make you and your dad dinner—kind of like a thank you, for yesterday, I guess." She shrugged, looking right at me.

And for some reason I couldn't fucking say no.

"Dad's not home, but I eat enough for two people." I opened the front door for her and led her to the kitchen. She placed the bags on the counter. I smiled at her, "What are you making? I'm starving."

"Pasta. It's pretty much the only thing I can cook." She started emptying the bags.

I excused myself and left the room so I could text Amanda. I don't know why, but I didn't want Micky to know that I had plans. I didn't want her to think that it wasn't okay for her to be there.

Logan: Hey. I'm really sorry to do this...something came up and I can't make it. I'll call you later though. Promise.

When I got back into the kitchen, she had two pots on the stove and the burners on. She looked up when I walked in, giving me that same awkward smile. I sat on the island and watched her. I didn't know what to say to her, so the whole situation was a little off. But she was there for a reason, which was enough to make me sit and wait. She looked up from whatever she was cutting and faced me. "So, yesterday, with Jake—that was something, huh?"

I blew out a breath. "Yeah, it was definitely something."

"You didn't tell him what happened." It was a statement.

I shook my head, "It's not my place, Micky."

She looked at me for a long time, our eyes locked, neither looking away. Who knows how long we stood there, watching each other, until finally, she looked back down. Then she spoke; "Jake, he's a great guy..." she trailed off.

"One of the best." I said

She was still looking down, chopping whatever was in front of her. "Yeah, he really is. But what happens...I mean, what happens to me, if something happens to us?" her voice broke. When she looked up at me, there were tears in her eyes again.

I slowly got off the stool and moved to stand in front of her. "What's going on, Micky?" I bent slightly so I could look at her face.

"I've only known him a month. I mean, I know I have feelings for him, Logan. But what happens if he decides he doesn't like me. I'll have no one. It'll be like that night all over again. You know...prom night. He can't be all I have. I can't go through that loss again." She broke down and hugged herself. "And I miss them, Logan. I miss my family so fucking much and I can't tell him that. I can't talk to him about it because he'll think that he's not doing enough to help me, but it's not about him. It's not about..." Her body fell into mine and she cried. Loud, uncontrollable cries.

I moved us so we were sitting on the floor and were face to face, and I let her cry.

"I miss them so fucking much," she continued. "And I miss James, and I even miss Megan. And it's not that I want those two back in my life, I just miss the times, you know? And my sister, Emily, I miss her the most. I always thought she was this pain in my ass, but I miss her the fucking most. I miss her laugh and I miss how we used to make fun of Dad, and I miss the way Mom smiled at us when we did it. I miss the way Dad would always make us breakfast and ...I just miss them." Her tears fell endlessly as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "I'm so sorry, Logan. Shit, I didn't come here to put all this on you. Swear it."

She looked up at me. I hadn't said a word. I don't think I could have said anything through the knot in my throat and that God damn ache in my chest.

"It's just—it's been hard. Like, really fucking hard. It's not like I lost one parent, and the other was there to help me get through it. And even though I'm an adult I'm still a child...am I? If I don't have parents am I still someone's child? Oh my God. I'm not ready to do this."

She started to cry harder.

"It's not fucking fair, Logan." She was almost yelling now. "It's not fair. It's not right and it's not fucking fair. I shouldn't have to wake up one random day and have nothing—and I feel like I can't tell the only person I have in my life any of this because he doesn't get it. He doesn't understand that I just need to miss them, and that he can't fix it. He want's to make sure that I'm okay all the time, and that's great. That's perfect. But sometimes I just need to feel not okay." She couldn't control her breathing anymore.

We were both sitting against the island. I put my arm around her and held her to me. She leaned in and rested her head on my chest. "I just need to feel not okay, Logan. I just need to feel the hurt. All of it. And I don't know that I want him to see that."

I don't know what I was supposed to say. If I was supposed to say anything at all. But I got it. I knew exactly how she felt. Because I'd felt it too. So I told her.

"Micky, I'm adopted."

She instantly stopped crying and pulled her head off my chest, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

"Alan, who you met yesterday—he adopted me, when I was a seven. He was the doctor that was working the ER the night my birth mother bought me in. My birth dad—he beat me pretty bad that night."

She gasped.

"I mean, he used to beat me all the time, so I guess it must have been pretty bad, because she took me to hospital..."

"Oh my God." She looked at me, her eyes huge, her hand covering her mouth, tears still falling.

"Yeah, Dad...uh...Alan...he saved me that night, and every night since then. My birth mom, she never came back for me. They waited a month. She never came."

"Oh my God, Logan," she whispered. "I'm so sorry."

"No one knows, Micky. Just you. And I didn't tell you because I wanted your pity. I told you because..." I took a deep breath and thought about my next words. "I told you because I get it. I get what it's like to feel like you depend too much on one person. I felt like that with Alan. I still feel like that, every day. But I couldn't have done it without him, and I think we all need someone to be our strength sometimes, and if you don't want that to be Jake, then you can let that be me...if you want to, I mean. Look, I just... " I blew out a breath. She sat and listened to everything I said. "I just wanted to tell you that I get it. I know what it's like to wake up one day and have nothing—"

"It's not the same—" she started.

I interrupted her. "I know it's not the same, Micky. I know your family died...I'm stupid, I shou—"

"No, Logan." It was her turn to interrupt me. "It's not the same because my family died, I can't see them ever again. You can see yours, but they're that bad a people that you wouldn't want to. It's not the same because I'll always have good memories of my parents and you—you don't even have that." Her voice broke. I held her tighter. Her arms went around me.

I took in her words and let them sink in.

I never thought of my birth parents as a memory. As something I could bring out when I wanted to. And I never thought hard enough for a good memory of them. And even if I did, I don't know that there would be any.

"How do you do it?" she asked. "How do you wake up every day and be the person you are? That's a huge thing to happen to you, and it's not like you just go through life 'getting by'. How are you so normal?"

I thought about my answer for a while. "Because, Micky, it's my past. It's not my future and it sure as shit isn't who I am. I'm not going to let that be me. I'm not going to let abusive or neglectful people ruin me. What they did—that's on them. That's their guilt to carry. It has nothing to do with me or who I am. And so what if it happened," I shrugged, "I lived through it. And that asshole went to jail, my dad—Alan—made sure of it. He made sure he wasn't going to be out there, possibly having more kids to beat on."

It was silent for what seemed like forever. Then finally, she spoke, "God, Logan. You were just a kid..." Another round of sobs took over her. I placed my hand on the back of her head and held her to me as I listened to her cry. There was that same fucking ache in my chest, and I don't exactly know what it was. But it was this moment—this exact moment—with her in my arms, that I felt something. Something I'd never felt before. Ever.

And I got it. I got why Jake wanted to be a rock for this girl. Why he wanted to make sure that she was never hurting, or that she was never sad. I got why he'd do anything to make sure she was okay.

Because I felt it too.

Her sobs grew silent but her tears still fell. Her head lifted from my chest. I moved the hair away from her face. Then she looked up at me, her eyes huge. Expectant. Waiting. For me to say something—anything—that would let her know that it would be okay. That we would be okay. "Micky..."

She sniffed once. I took in her face, and then looked into her eyes, my gaze dropped to her mouth quickly before I spoke. And I don't know why the next question came out, but it did. "Does Jake know you're here?"

She slowly shook her head no.

Then suddenly, the smoke alarm went off.

We pulled apart and were on our feet so quickly, my head spun.

***

She didn't end up cooking dinner. In fact she left pretty much straight away. It was awkward after that, or at least I felt awkward, but it could have just been in my head.

After I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and put away the groceries, I headed to the pool house for the night. I lay on my bed for I don't know how fucking long, thinking about what ever the hell just happened with Micky, and wishing that some of it, any of it, actually made sense.

I pulled out my phone to look at the time; it was almost nine. There was a text from Amanda at 5:05.

Amanda: Okay? I wish you would have told me earlier. I would have organized a ride home. Can you call me if you get done before 7? I can't get home until then. Hope you're okay.

Shit. I felt like the biggest asshole in the world.

Fuck, I was the biggest asshole in the world.

I was about to the tap the screen to call her, but then I thought about what I was going to say, and I panicked.

The thing was, I really, really liked Amanda. And yeah, we could have gone out a few times to see how things went...but I didn't want to do that to her. Not then. Not when I didn't fucking understand my feelings for Micky. Because Amanda, she was great. She was more than great. She was amazing. And she deserved to find someone that was going to treat her like that. And back then, that wasn't me. Not even close.

I sat up in bed and looked at my phone, trying to play out the words I was going to use when I told her all this. Except nothing came to me. Nothing at all. Not. one. single. fucking. word.

I didn't call her that night, or the night after. Or any of the nights after that.

FOURTEEN

-Present-

Logan

I went back into the party, and drank. Because really? What the hell else was I going to do?

I was drunk.

Girls approached me but I made it clear I wasn't interested. I could still smell her fruity perfume on me and I didn't want another girls scent to cause it to fade.

If you asked me where my balls were right now, I'd tell you she has them. Probably in her pockets while that asshole was making his move on her. I'd say to that asshole, 'Suck it, dude. She has my balls.'

"What?" Lucy laughed from next to me. She was as wasted as I was.

"Huh?" We were laying in a trampoline in the back yard. I have no fucking idea why Jake and Micky have a trampoline.

Lucy laughed again. "You just said something about an asshole sucking a dude with my balls."

"What!" I laughed out. "You made no sense! Also, I don't think I was meant to say that out loud."

Then we both laughed.

Once we settled, Lucy sighed, "Are you thinking about her, Logan?"

"Who?"

"Amanda."

"Pshh." I knew she knew something. "Amanda who?" I played dumb.

"Cam told me about the diner—how you paid Lachlan to force her to go out with you." She giggled.

"Cam has a big mouth."

She sat up abruptly, gasping, her eyes huge. She was staring at me with her mouth hanging open. She whisper yelled, "Dude! Cam says the same thing about me!"

"What?" I got out through a chuckle.

"Yeah," she said, nodding her head frantically. "He says I have a big mouth, too. You know? When he puts his-"

"Lucy!" I shouted, stopping her from saying what I think she was about to say. I pulled her back down. She laid her head on the crook my arm. "Way too much information," I told her.

"I love Cameron," she informed dreamily, her head getting more comfortable.

"I know you do. He loves you, too."

"No Logan. I mean I love him." She sat back up and looked down at me. "I love him so fucking much it hurts sometimes." Her voice broke. "The good hurt, you know?"

I didn't.

"Seriously, if he asked me to marry him right now and have his babies, I'd do it. Instantly. I love him that fucking much."

I smiled at her.

She went back to lying on my arm.

"Also," she continued, "this girl in one of my classes keeps wanting me to warn you that her brother's after you."

I rolled me eyes, "What girl? What do you tell her?"

"I tell her to fuck off. And that she needs to learn to control her hormones. Get it, Logan? WHORE-MOANS? Oh my god. I'm so fucking funny!"

Her laughter made me laugh. "You're my favorite people, Luce." I held on to her tighter.

"Yeah yeah. I have a boyfriend. Don't even try it."

***

An hour or so later, the party died down. Cam came out looking for us. We spent the rest of the time mainly in silence. We stopped drinking though, so we were a bit more clear headed now.

"Hey, babe. We're crashing here. You ready for bed?" he asked.

She didn't move from next to me. She'd fallen asleep. I nudged her. "Lucy, your boyfriend's here."

She slowly woke up, confused, and then saw Cam. "Hey, baby," she cooed. She started to get up but swayed from the motion of the trampoline, or maybe the one too many beers we had.

"How drunk are you, Luce? You drunk enough to let me do that thing you never let me do to you?" I could tell he was only half joking.

She snorted and got off the trampoline and onto his back. He piggybacked her towards the house. "Yo!" Cam yelled out, "You crashing here too?"

I nodded.

What else was I going to do?

***

I was outside on the back deck having a smoke when Lucy walked out. I don't smoke often. Actually, I barely do. Just when I drink. I don't even know why I do it; it's a shitty habit.

Lucy walked out in her pajamas. Purple with pink hearts, like she's 10 or something.

She waved her hand in front of her face to clear the smoke and exaggerated a cough. She pulled the cigarette out from between my fingers and put it out on the railing, then threw it in the bushes in front of us.

"Smoking kills, you know that right?" she said.

I looked away. Lucy's mom died of lung cancer a few years back. I stayed quiet.

"You know how Cam and I met?" she asked out of nowhere.

I leaned my elbows on the rail and looked out to the yard. "Kind of." I shrugged.

She stood next to me and copied my position.

"Cam used to help coach Lincoln and Liam's little league team."

"Yeah." I knew that much.

"Yeah, it was a few years back, before Mom died." Her voice ended in a whisper.

She sniffed once. I don't know if she was crying, or about to, but I didn't look at her. "After Mom died, Cam just started coming around to the house. Every day after school he was there, helping out however he could. I mean, he must've known that we'd be struggling. The first few months without Mom were devastating. Dad—he could barely get up in the mornings. I don't know how Cam knew, but he was just there. He pretty much raised the boys the first few months. I mean, I was there too, but so was he..." She stopped to catch her breath and wipe the tears that had developed. "To this day, I don't know why he was. I've asked him a couple times. He just shrugs, and says he just wanted to help. I don't even know when we became a couple. One night we were washing the dishes and he just kissed me, and that was it. For the first few months he was there every night, helping me with the boys. Eventually Dad snapped out of the funk and became a dad again...and Cameron and I... we became an us."

"Cameron's good people, huh?"

"The best," she agreed.

"So what's up? Why are you telling me this?"

"Because. I don't—I just think you should know, that even though he acts like an asshole, and he's crude and obnoxious sometimes, he really is a good guy, and I love him. He's kind of like you, Logan. And one day, you'll find someone that loves you as much as I love him."

I faced her, our eyes locked for the longest time. Then I shook my head, thinking about what happened with Amanda. "I don't think that's going to happen, Luce."

She was quiet for what seemed like years, staring at me. Then a smile broke through. "You don't remember me, do you?"

I looked at her and panicked. This wasn't the first time this had happened. I blew out a breath and looked away from her. I was too embarrassed to face her when we talked about this shit.

"Lucy, I'm sorry. Did I promise to call you? I didn't pop your cherry did I?" I grimaced.

"WHAT!" she gasped. "Ew, that's gross. Yuck, Logan!" She pushed my chest with both her hands.

I fell back a step. "Shit, Lucy. Don't be that disgusted. I'm not the worst guy in the world to take your V card." I smirked.

"EW!" she screamed again.

I was all out laughing.

She exaggerated a shudder then calmed herself down. "When we were freshman, I was reading a book under a tree in the quad," she said. "I was a loner back then. These juniors—they came up and started picking on me. Two girls and two guys. They grabbed the book from my hands and were being assholes, throwing it between each other. Like we were in fucking grade school, and they were the bullies. I was mortified, Logan. I felt so stupid and...belittled."

"I'm sorry, Lucy." I told her. It was the truth. I fucking hate bullies and anyone that thought it was okay to treat people like shit.

"I know, Logan. I know because you walked up and stood in front of me, shielding me from them. You started yelling at them to give it back. I didn't even know you and you were there. You were big for a freshman. I mean, you've always been big. You were bigger than both those junior boys combined. They gave it back straight away and you handed it to me. You made them apologize to me before they left. Then you made sure I was okay before you just walked away, like what you did wasn't a big deal."

"Huh." I didn't know else to say.

"You don't remember?"

I shrugged. "Sorry, Lucy...I guess I don't."

She smiled. "That night I baked you cookies and left them on your desk in homeroom the next morning."

It began to come back to me—the memory. But I don’t remember that it was Lucy.

She kept talking, "I watched you as you walked into the room and saw them sitting there. This huge smile on your face. You opened them, ate one, and gave the rest to Skinny Pete."

Now I remembered.

"Why did you do that, Logan? Give them to Skinny Pete, I mean?"

I shrugged and turned away from her.

She gripped my upper arm and forced me to face her.

"Why?" she asked again.

"Everyone knows that Skinny Pete's family were poor and he barely ate." I shrugged again.

She laughed once. "I had the biggest crush on you for like, months after that day," she said, shaking her head. "You're not such an asshole, Logan. You're one of the best guys I know. Actually, you're the best guy I know that I'm not screwing." She chuckled to herself. "One day, you're going to meet that girl that's going to make you want to be with them. And she's going to be so Goddamn lucky, I swear it."

I stayed silent. Because the thing is, I think I already have.

Lucy sighed, leaned up on her toes and kissed my cheek. "Quit smoking, Logan. I don't want to lose you, too," she said, before turning to go back inside. I grabbed her arm to stop her and pulled her to me. I held her. She held me back. I don't know how long we stood, holding on to each other, when she finally pulled away and looked up at me.

I kissed her on the top of her head. "It's the last one I'll ever have, swear it."

It was.