Текст книги "Near and Far"

Автор книги: Nicole Williams

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I BROKE.

I knew that with absolute certainty because it had happened before. It might have been years since I’d lost my grip on reality, but I’d never forget the way it felt. Feeling like I was holding on by my fingertips, then just barely by my nails, before falling. I fell for so long, I lost track of how long I’d been lost. It was an inexplicable feeling, and the only thing I was more sure of than I broke was my desire to never experience it again.

Given I’d been certain that part of my life was long behind me, but it had managed to creep up and surprise me, I wasn’t confident it wouldn’t happen again. That was paralyzing. I knew the person I’d been before all of it started, how strong and sure I’d been, and it took all of a month to revert back to the boy I’d been years ago.

I knew control was an illusion. I’d known that for a long time. However, I also knew control was an illusion I could manipulate. I’d been manipulating it for over a decade. I might not have been able to control the people, circumstances, and environment around me, but I could control myself. If that was the only thing I could control, then I’d take it. That was infinitely better than claiming no control in one’s life. I couldn’t control what happened around me, but I could control what happened within me.

Or . . . I had been able to control what happened within me.

After that sober version of a major bender, I couldn’t even say that. I had about as much power over myself as I did the rest of the world: none. If I couldn’t control myself, I wasn’t safe to be around, especially not when I could spiral downward so rapidly. It would be one thing if my span from good to bad was a few clipped words and a night to wake up and feel better in the morning. It was something different when my good to bad was here I am one day, gone the next.

It was too extreme. Too intense. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt the next time it happened.

After Garth shot the yearling, I remember about one minute of consciousness, and the rest is a big blank. That night, those wolves, and that yearling had been the proverbial straw that broke my back. Everything had been building up, and when I had to watch an animal I felt a connection with suffer before dying . . . Well, I lost my grip on that ledge I’d been clinging to and fell into the blackness that had been waiting for me for weeks.

I remember feeling like everything I cared about was slowly slipping away, Rowen especially. What I realized when I came out of it was that those things I held dear weren’t slipping away from me.

I was slipping away from them.

Maybe it had been my way of protecting them from the storm I felt coming, or maybe it was something totally out of my control, but despite being conflicted about it, I knew one thing: I was relieved it had happened. I didn’t want Rowen in the same state as me. Not until I figured out what was happening, why it had happened, and if it could be prevented in the future.

I could imagine only one thing worse than losing her forever, and that was hurting her. I’d take myself totally out of the equation if I couldn’t be certain I wouldn’t hurt her. In any way.

My break from reality could have been worse, I guess. After jerking awake that morning, feeling like I had the hangover to end all hangovers, I fumbled for my phone and saw I’d only been out a day. After sitting up in bed and looking out my window to see the sun just rising, I realized it hadn’t even been a full twelve hours.

But from the look on Mom’s face when she came in to check on me . . . I would have thought I’d died and been resurrected. She was still hugging me when Dad and my sisters came in. She was finally thinking about letting me go when Garth and Josie popped their heads in.

What I’d gathered from the party camped outside my door all night was that I’d blacked out and Garth pretty much had to manhandle me up onto Rebel in order to get me back to Willow Springs. Garth left out most of the details, to spare me or my family I wasn’t sure, but I was thankful regardless.

After about five minutes of everyone firing question after question at me, I felt like I was suffocating. I asked everyone if they’d leave, using the need for sleep as my excuse, and everyone agreed. Mom was the last to leave. Looking at me with that meaningful expression I’d seen on her face so many times, she said, “That was just one bad day out of the thousands of good ones you’ve lived, Jesse. One weak day to countless days of strength. Don’t let one day set the backdrop for the rest of your life.”

Something told me she was right, but something else told me she wasn’t. Comparing bad days to good days was like comparing apples to oranges. I couldn’t justify having one bad day with having a thousand good ones. They were inherently different things. My concern wasn’t the bad days outweighing the good days. My concern was the bad days taking over. If that was a trend I could expect in my future, the good days of the past were a moot point. Try telling a starving person to focus on the fullest their stomach had ever been. Mom’s words felt about as encouraging in that moment.

The rest of the day passed in silence. No one knocked at my door, although I lost count of how many times I heard a pair of footsteps stop outside my door for a few seconds before walking away quietly. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. All I could do was think. I thought until my brain felt like it was about to liquefy.

I pushed the thoughts of my childhood and the woman who’d given birth to me aside. I knew from experience that no amount of thinking could make sense of what had happened to me back then. I didn’t want to think about the past month either. I’d thought about the torment of my dreams and worries for so long those last weeks that I couldn’t do it anymore.

So I thought about Rowen. What it meant for us. What my past meant for our future. If we could have a future at all. And the question that stopped, sped up, and broke my heart every time I asked myself it.

What was best for Rowen?

I could no longer say that I was it. If I stepped back and looked at her life in a neutral light, I couldn’t say with certainty that I wouldn’t hinder her from living the life she wanted to. As a college freshman, she was already creating what was sure to be a promising career. She’d managed to bust free from the weight of her past to get on with her life. She’d grown, evolved, and was setting the world on fire.

I, on the other hand, was digressing, shrinking, and setting myself on fire.

One year and everything had changed. Everything but the way I felt about her, and that was why I would make the right choice when it came to the hard question. The love I had for her made the decision easy. I was reaching for my phone, about to make the call I couldn’t put off, when I heard her voice. Double-checking my phone to make sure I hadn’t dialed her yet, I heard her voice again. Getting closer.

I dropped my phone and barely had a chance to stand up from where I’d been camped out on the floor of my bedroom before the door flew open. No knock, no greeting, no words at all. Rowen rushed toward me and threw herself in my arms, almost knocking me off balance.

My arms formed like vices around her as I tucked her head under my chin. For those few minutes when Rowen held onto me and I held onto her, my whole world brightened. Everything didn’t seem so gloomy and unsure. Life didn’t seem so irrevocably screwed up. I was hopeful again.

But I wasn’t a fool enough to believe that feeling could last. It didn’t, either. Once I noticed how incredibly fragile she felt. Once I felt her shudder from keeping her tears contained. Once I saw how devastated she was, thanks to me, the moment of brightness was eclipsed.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered into her hair. I knew I needed to let her go, I needed to set her free, but I couldn’t execute it quite yet.

“Your mom called me. Then I called Garth. Then I borrowed Alex’s car. Now I’m here.” Her fingers curled into my shirt like she was afraid I was about to be ripped away from her.

“Why did you come all this way? You’re missing school. You’re missing your . . . life . . . in Seattle.” I paused, having to clear my throat. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t, Jesse. Please don’t.” The last time I’d attempted to placate her with the I’m fine routine, she’d said those exact same words with so much conviction she had made me a believer. Now, her voice was so small I had to lean in to hear her words. “Garth told me what happened. All of it. I’m sorry, Jesse. I can’t imagine dealing with the things you’ve gone through this month, but even if I can’t know exactly, I know enough that it doesn’t make a person fine. Devastated, sure. Depressed, hell yes. But fine . . . I don’t think so. Please don’t try to sell me on it again.”

I sighed. To be known intimately the way Rowen knew me was one of the few special things life allowed us. Right then, though, it only made things harder.

“How are you really, Jesse?”

I wanted to be honest with her. I’d made that a priority from the beginning of our relationship, and I didn’t want to lose that. “I don’t know. I’m not sure.”

Rowen exhaled. “Now that I believe.”

She could still make me laugh, even when I’d hit rock bottom. “That’s a relief.”

She lifted her head from my chest to look me in the eyes. It had only been a few days since I’d last looked into them, but it had seemed like years. Hers still looked the same, although I knew the ones she was looking into didn’t. “I’m not going to ask you what’s going on, Jesse, because I have a good idea. A really, really good idea, and most of it’s all thanks to me. I know what I did wrong, I just want to know how to make it right.”

From the looks of it, she’d gotten about as much sleep as I had the past few nights. She was still beautiful, of course, but everything that had happened had taken a toll on her. “Please, Jesse, just tell me what I need to do to make this right. I messed up, I fucked up big time. I never should have kept the internship from you, and I should have known that sorry excuse for a woman was the one who gave birth to you. I should have called more. I should have just hopped on that bus when the hundreds of whims came up. I should have been here more for you. I should have been everything you’ve been to me. I should have been more careful to not make such a nasty mess with us like I knew I was prone to do. I should have done so many things differently, but I can’t change that. I can’t change the past. So, please, tell me . . . how can I change the future? What can I do to make this all right?”

Her words alone were enough to bring a man to his knees, but her expression was what made me feel like my heart had just been ripped from my chest. Her whole face was twisted with agony and one tear fell from the corner of her eye, and I wanted to die right there. I wanted to die before I had to watch another one slip from her eyes.

“You don’t need to worry about making anything right, Rowen, because you didn’t do anything wrong.” I couldn’t look at her face and keep talking, so I focused on the wall behind her.

Her head whipped from side to side. “Please don’t say I didn’t do anything wrong. That’s just as bad as you saying you’re fine.”

“It’s true.”

“No, it’s not.”

“It is.” I didn’t mean to upset her, but I clearly was.

“Keeping the internship from you?”

I stared holes into the wall and answered, “I understand why you did it.”

“Bringing you face to face with that woman again?”

I bit the inside of my cheek. “You couldn’t have known who she was.”

Every word I said appeared to be making her angrier. I didn’t understand why. All I was trying to do was lift the guilt she’d taken when I should have been me to bear it.

“And what about the times I missed your calls, or couldn’t come out to see you, or had to work when you were in town? What about all of the times I had something else to do when I should have made you the priority?” Rowen’s default when she didn’t want to cry was to get angry. I still hadn’t figured out how to distinguish between genuine anger and masked sadness.

“You were busy. I understand.” I shrugged and dropped my eyes.

“Stop it, Jesse. Do me a favor and cut the act out.” Rowen shoved my chest and broke free from my arms. “Why are you pretending like nothing’s happened? Why are you pretending like none of this is a big deal?”

“Why? Why am I pretending?” I wasn’t touching her, and all of the darkness I’d been holding back came flooding in.

“Yes, that’s what I asked.”

“I’m not pretending for me, Rowen. I’ve already lived through it all. I’m pretending for you.”

“Oh, in that case . . . why don’t you stop pretending and give it to me straight? I’ve been through some shit in my life too, Jesse. Stop protecting me from whatever it is you’ve been through and what you’re going through now and tell me already! I can handle it!” She hadn’t started out shouting, but about halfway through, that changed.

I tried to keep my voice controlled, but it quivered instead. “You think you can handle it? You really think you can handle it?”

She lifted her arms at her sides. “I’m ready.”

“You’re ready to hear that the first memory I have of the woman who should have been my mother is her hitting me across the face with a cheese grater? You’re ready to hear how my first memory of the man who should have been my father was him stopping his wife from drowning me in a five gallon bucket of water because he didn’t want the trouble of disposing of my body?”

To Rowen’s credit, she’d started out with her shoulders squared and her chin high, but with each word out of my mouth, she crumbled a bit more. There simply wasn’t a way to stay strong when discussing those kinds of horrors. Crumbling was the standard response. I was doing it myself.

“You really think you can handle it, Rowen? Because that’s just the tip of the iceberg. That’s the first paragraph of chapter one in the five years I spent at those people’s mercy.”

Lifting her shoulders again, she cleared her expression. “I can handle it.”

I cried out on the inside. Why wouldn’t she just cry mercy and walk away like we both knew she needed to? I wasn’t sure who it was harder on, me or her, but I knew one thing: that kind of openness would either sever our relationship permanently or forever bind us together.

I was, of course, hopeful for the latter, but I knew it was a false hope.

“You can handle knowing that, on the weeks I was actually fed, it was dog kibble tossed on the basement floor, most of it just out of reach from where I was chained to a water pipe? You can handle knowing that I went without a shower for years, and I was so covered in my own filth that the police officer who found me had to run upstairs so he didn’t vomit in front of me? You can handle knowing that the only words I knew until I came here were four letter words I’d never repeat because those were the only words I ever heard? Rowen . . . you can’t handle all of this. No one can.”

She wiped at her eyes. Oh my god, she was being so damn strong, but I knew she was hurting. I could feel the pain sweeping through her. I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and comfort her until my words were erased from her mind. I wanted so much I could never have.

“Neil and Rose figured out a way to handle it. I can too.”

“That’s right. They did. And there isn’t a day that goes by that I’m not overwhelmed with gratitude that those two walked into my life. But the difference is that they knew my background and what they were getting into before falling in love with me. You, though . . . you fell in love with me before you met my demons up close and personal.”

“So did you,” she snapped back. “You fell in love with me before you knew what you were up against, and it didn’t stop you. Don’t act like I’m one of those people who will run at the first sign of a jaded past, Jesse.”

“I know. But look at us now. You’ve moved on from your past, and I’m drowning in mine. And Rowen, mine’s the kind that will take us both down if we let it.”

“I’m stronger than you think I am.” She crossed her arms and stepped toward me.

“And I’m weaker than you think I am.” I stepped back. “All of this has proven that. Don’t be blind to what’s happening. Don’t pretend like you can or even want to handle the shit I’m going through.”

These words, more than any of the others, appeared to really piss her off. Her eyes narrowed. “I can’t fix you. But I’ll be here for you while you fix yourself. And I can handle it. I can handle all of it.”

What more could I say so she got it? I was toxic. I would infect her if she didn’t get out. “You can handle knowing that that woman was so convinced I was possessed by a demon that she used to beat me with a wooden cross until I passed out? You can handle knowing I used to pull three-inch slivers out of myself for days afterward? You can handle knowing that I had one special trinket I guarded so territorially that when one of them came within a few feet of it, I charged them, bit at them, behaved like a wild dog so I could keep my one special thing secret? You can handle knowing that I’d gone without food and water for so long, when I was rescued and taken to the hospital, the doctors could tell where and what ribs had been broken without having to take X-rays?”

Another tear slipped from her eyes. I wanted to stop so badly, but I had to keep going. It was the only way to get her to see me for who I was. “You can handle knowing that those people up and left one day, leaving me for dead, and the only reason I was saved was because someone walking by heard a loud sound and reported it? That sound was me, pounding my head against the water pipe, trying to kill myself. I was trying to kill myself at five years old, Rowen.” My voice was getting louder, my own tears coming to the surface. “That is the man in front of you.”

“Jesse—” she choked out.

“No.” I shook my head vehemently. “No one should be expected to put up with a person with the kind of past I have. No one should have to.” I knew what I had to say, but it didn’t want to come out. I had to take a few breaths and remind myself of all the reasons I needed to say it. “You have to save yourself, Rowen. I’m past the point of saving now.”

One month had changed everything, one month had upended my world. A year ago, I’d been a person who’d moved on from my horrendous past to claim a hopeful future. A year later, I was a person about to be swallowed up by my past with no foreseeable future. I’d been a fool to expect I could put it all behind me. I’d been an even bigger one to believe I had.

After another tear fell from her eyes, Rowen glared at me. “You know, I recognize a pushing away act from a hundred feet, Jesse. You should know that since you were the one who called me out on it.” She marched toward me. She didn’t stop until her chest bumped into mine. “Now it looks like I’m the one calling you out on the same thing. So I’ll repeat your words back to you . . . Don’t push me away, Jesse Walker. I’m not going anywhere.”

A woman like her was every man’s dream. A woman who couldn’t be shaken and would stand shoulder to shoulder in the face of a storm. I’d found that kind of woman and, beyond all belief, she loved me. And I had to let her go.

I had to let her go because I loved her.

That was what I reminded myself of when I cleared my face and met her eyes. “I’m not pushing you away, Rowen. I just want you to leave.”

There was the turning point. There was her resolve crumbling in front of me. She was about to fall apart. I didn’t think there was room for it, but I managed to hate myself a little bit more in that moment.

“You’re just saying that. You’re trying to hurt me and push me away because this is your twisted idea of protecting me.” Taking a deep breath, she looked up at me and her hardened expression fell. “I’m not leaving you until you can look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me anymore.”

It someone asked me if I’d rather have my fingernails ripped out or look Rowen in the eye and tell her that, I would have slapped both hands down on a table and said, “Do your worst” without a second’s thought. I would rather relive a week of my childhood before the Walkers than have to do that. But I couldn’t falter. I couldn’t fail so close to the end. I couldn’t drag her through whatever I was going through. I had to save Rowen since she obviously wasn’t going to save herself. Locking my eyes with hers, I set my jaw and got after it. “I don’t want you anymore, Rowen Sterling. But I do want you to leave.”

Rowen breaking in front of me was exactly what I’d vowed to never let happen. Watching her break before walking away from me for the last time secured the number one spot as the most horrific sight I’d ever seen.