WE ARE ONE: Volume Two

by Jewel, Bella

  “Very funny, Mum,” she muttered.

  Jeanette released her grip and stepped back, holding her daughter at an arm’s length for assessment before tutting. “You’re wasting away. And why on earth are you wearing a white jacket?”

  Danielle opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, which didn’t seem to bother Jeanette because she was already dismissing any pending response by kissing Danielle on the forehead before turning to me and laughing, mockingly.

  “And you wanted to marry her when you were younger?” She patted my head, as if I was a child, and that’s when I did one of the most stupid and quite possibly bravest things of my life.

  I lied the truth.

  “I still do,” I blurted, stepping next to Danielle and pulling her to my side. “In fact, we are already engaged.”

  Chapter Three

  What. The. Actual. Fuck?

  The air from within my lungs wooshed from my body like a balloon with a puncture that had been let loose around the room. I tried to open my mouth, to object, to speak … to just bloody take in another breath, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything but register Elliot’s warm, hard, body somewhat adhered to my tiny frame.

  My God he smelled good; clean and earthy, a bit like the garden but in a yummy kind of way.

  “You’re what?” Elliot’s Helen screeched, as she halted only metres away from us, two paint tins dangling from her hands.

  My eyes bounced from her stunned face, to my mother’s equally stunned face, to Elliot’s god-knows-what-expression face, and back to Helen’s, whose mouth and eyes were slowly morphing into an incredulous smile.

  “REALLY?” she shouted, lowering the tins to the ground. “You’re both getting married? To each other? Oh my goodness, there is a god, and he’s finally listened to my prayers.” She ran toward Elliot and me and threw her arms around us, squeezing so tight that I was sure I was only seconds away from passing out. “How has this happened? I didn’t even know you were both still in touch let alone dating.”

  “We … we aren—” I stuttered but then choked on my words when she burst into tears.

  Big.

  Ugly.

  Tears

  … of absolute joy.

  “I just can’t believe it,” she sobbed. “My Elliot marrying his Danielle.” Helen released her grip and placed both her hands on either side of Elliot’s face. “I’m just so … so happy for you both.” She turned to my mother and gestured that she, too, join the lovefest. “Jeanette, are you hearing this? It’s our dream come true!”

  Mum’s jaw was slack. Open. Almost detached from her face. Wisps of her greying, brunette, shoulder-length hair had fallen free of her ponytail and were covering widened eyes.

  She blew them out of her line of sight with a puff. “I’m hearing it. I’m just … confused.” Mum stepped closer and mimicked Helen’s hold of Elliot’s face by doing the same to me, her sceptical eyes, piercing and accusatory. “Danielle? Why didn’t you tell me?” Because it’s not freakin’ true.

  I wanted to cry, to punch Elliot, to grab the shovel leaning against the wheelbarrow and dig myself a grave. I wanted to die.

  “I … I didn’t because it’s not—”

  “Because it’s still new for us,” Elliot interrupted, slicing my confession like a guillotine. He pulled me to his side again, but this time his grip was harder, stiff … seemingly panicked. “We’re still testing the waters of our relationship and wanted to wait before letting our families know our intentions.” Our intentions? What bloody intentions?

  I tried to shrug out of his concrete heavy grip. “Elliot, this isn’t—”

  “ … how we wanted to tell them? I know,” he interrupted again, his eyes pleading with mine for a split second. “It’s—”

  “It’s perfect!” Mum blurted. “Oh my God! This is so, so, perfect. I knew it! I knew the two of you would end up together. All those years ago, when you would venture off to play together as soon as the sun rose and until it set, and then sometimes afterward.” Her critical eyebrow once again lifted and, once again, was directed at me. “Yes, darling, I knew about those times you snuck out of the house to meet Elliot behind the lemon tree.”

  I blushed so hard that my cheeks could’ve toasted a marshmallow.

  “You were both inseparable, and then …” This time it was my mother’s turn to burst into tears. “And then … when we nearly lost you both during that storm … I …”

  Helen, too, resumed her intemperate sobs. Mum reached out and hugged her shoulder, and they both shared a fleeting moment of reflection that only two people who’d experienced something so emotionally scarring ever could.

  I knew that moment. I, too, had experienced it.

  Glancing up at Elliot, I noticed his welling eyes. He blinked and looked away, which was when my chest tightened and, once again, I couldn’t breathe.

  Memories of the day Elliot and I were trapped underground came crashing into my mind just like the torrential floodwaters that had thundered at our feet, threatening to swallow us whole. I hadn’t thought about it or had nightmares for quite some time but, standing there, in Elliot’s and our mother’s arms, I swear I could feel the chill of the water and hear the roar of its power as it closed in on us. No, you can’t, Danielle. You’re safe. Just breathe.

  I needed air.

  I needed out.

  I needed away from the memories I’d long buried.

  * * *

  I wasn’t exactly sure what had happened after Elliot had lied to our mothers. It was all a big blur of bullshit coated in Helen’s occasional quick hugs and Mum’s rendition of the seven dwarfs as she happily sung and giggled while sweeping and raking the ground around us.

  Elliot had been quiet. At least I think he had. I’d kinda switched him off the moment his fingers had laced with mine when Mum and Helen continued to cry and talk about the flood and how they nearly lost their babies. I’m sure they even yelled at us at that point, because periodical outbursts was something they never ceased. Apparently, no matter how old you were, if you’d done something that was stupid and dangerous and nearly cost your life, your parents had every right — at any moment of any day — to remind you of your idiocy with either a verbal scolding or a quick slap to the back of the head.

  And they did.

  Well, my mum did. I was fairly sure it was her way of counting her blessings, I guess, so I never complained when she did it. I could still tell that her pain and fear from that day was very raw. Mine was, too. I just tended not to think about it as such.

  The less I allowed it to enter my mind, the less my anxiety would hold me prisoner.

  A loud bang from the slamming shed door snapped me out of my inner thoughts and nearly resulted in my underwear becoming pee-covered. My body straightened, my heart pounding, the newly cast darkness making it difficult to focus on what and who was inside the shed with me.

  In the dark, your sense of smell instantly overcompensated your loss of sight, the earthy aroma of rich, damp soil assaulting my nose. Apart from thin rays of sunlight splintering through the broken window and gaps where shards of wood were missing from the shed walls, there was no other light source after the door had closed.

  I squinted into the darkness, my eyes quickly focussing on Elliot standing with his back against the door, holding it shut. “Danielle, I’m sor—”

  “Shut up,” I snapped quietly, pointing at him as I nearly burst into tears. “How could you do that? How could you just outright lie like that?”

  “Technically, I wasn’t—”

  “Technically, you’re full of shit!” I turned my back to him and let the garbage bag I was holding slip from my fingers to safely land on the ground by my feet. “We’re not engaged, Elliot. We never have been, so enough of the ‘technically’ crap.”

  He didn’t argue with me, but I heard his feet shuffle, together with the scrape of a shovel along the ground.

  “I’m sorry. Really, I am. I never meant to say what I did. An
d I never meant for our mothers to believe me and react the way they have. I’m just as shocked as you are.”

  I shook my head and gritted my teeth. “I’m so mad at you right now. You need to fix this.”

  “I know.”

  His voice was much closer than it had been seconds ago. I could almost feel it. Heat surged the length of my spine, and the skin on my arms and the back of my neck prickled with curious unease. I turned to face him once again, my eyes now one with the low light. I didn’t want the disadvantage of him out of sight, as my senses were already on high alert, not to mention his closer proximity wasn’t helping.

  He’d propped a shovel against the door, keeping it shut. Noticing such a thing would normally freak a person out, as it was your typical serial killer move, but fear for my life as he stepped toward me wasn’t my natural response. Although I did feel fear, it wasn’t that type of fear, instead the fear of how my body was reacting to his advance, mixed with fear of familiarity of a time I’d long forgotten.

  Bending down, I quickly picked up the garbage bag I’d dropped, needing some form of protective shield — my faster heart rate, elevated temperature and quickened breaths were freaking me out.

  “You need to stop,” I blurted as I straightened.

  He stopped walking toward me, as if he’d suddenly encountered an invisible wall.

  “I mean you need to stop this lie,” I continued. “It can’t go on any longer. You need to tell them the truth.”

  He tilted his head to the side and lightly dragged his gloved finger across his chin. “I’m wondering why you didn’t tell them the truth.”

  “What?” My arm fell to my side, the garbage bag clunking to the ground yet again. “I tried to but you stopped me, remember?”

  “Initially, yes. But you’ve had more than enough chances between then and now to come clean, so I’m curious as to why you haven’t done that.”

  I swear the arsehole was smirking behind his big, gloved hand — his ice blue eyes cool and mischievous. I wanted to block their vexatious glare by tossing the garbage by my feet at him.

  I growled. “Why? Because you got us into this, so you can get us out.”

  “What if I don’t want to get us out?”

  His response was so cool, calm and collected that it made me laugh. And not a hyena laugh, more a you-can’t-be-serious laugh. “When did you become so ridiculously crazy?”

  “When did you become so cynical?”

  “CYNICAL?” This time I did laugh like a hyena. “This is not me being cynical. This is me being rational, and normal.”

  “So you’re saying I’m not normal?”

  “Um … ” My eyes almost crossed over with the weight of sarcasm behind them. “I’m not saying that. But what you’re playing at isn’t normal, Elliot. We haven’t so much as spoken in seventeen years. I don’t know you. You don’t know me.”

  He took another step closer, his invisible wall no longer holding him stationary. “I do know you, Danielle. A person doesn’t change with age. Only their layers do. Their core doesn’t. I know your core.”

  I didn’t know what to say so went with the first thing that popped into my head, which, of course, was stupid and a result of watching back-to-back episodes of ‘Game of Thrones’ during my me time.

  “You know nothing, Elliot Parker!” I yelled, hastily fleeing for the door.

  He caught me in passing and gently but firmly held me still. “Oh, I know that.”

  The way he’d said “that”, and how he’d quickly glanced at where our hips touched, how his grip tightened, and how the ice in his eyes flamed with fervour, told me he was referring to his abilities to please a woman, which also told me he was a Game of Thrones fan as well.

  I pushed him back. “I … I have a boyfriend, so you need to stop. And you need to set the record straight with our mothers. Now!”

  He chuckled and leaned back against a rotting workbench, crossing his ankles and folding his arms over his chest. “Now who’s lying, huh?”

  I crossed my arms, too. “I’m not lying.”

  “Yeah, you are. You already told me you’re single, remember?”

  “I lied then.”

  “No, you didn’t.”

  “How would you know?”

  “Because lying then suggests that you wanted me to think you’re single, which contradicts you trying to fool me into believing you’re not single now.”

  What the actual fuck?

  I was so confused. “Stop trying to trick me with your cross-examination lawyer crap.”

  Elliot burst into laughter, and I couldn’t help but let a small smile find it’s way to the surface of my face as well. I didn’t want to laugh. I was grossly pissed off. Unfortunately, his laughter was infectious. It always had been. It was those damn giant elf eyes.

  “Why are you laughing at me?” I snapped.

  “Because you’re funny. You always were, and, clearly, you still are.”

  “I’m not. I’m being serious. I have a boyfriend. His name is Chris. I live with him.”

  For a moment, I thought I noticed disappointment brush over his face with how he cast his stare to the ground and uncrossed his arms, but it was only momentarily — his response far from passive.

  “Another lie. If you were dating this Chris, Jeanette would know about it.”

  Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

  “She would not. I don’t tell her everything.”

  “Yeah, you do.”

  “I do not.”

  He waggled his eyebrows, and by the God of fertility it made my ovaries multiply.

  Growling yet again, I stormed toward the door and kicked the shovel out of the way, allowing it to swing open and let light explode between us.

  He lifted his hand to shield his eyes, and they were able to focus, I smiled, sweetly. Victoriously.

  “Fine. I’ll tell her everything. Starting with the fact you lied about us.”

  Chapter Four

  What had I gotten myself into? Never in my life had I felt so caught in a web I couldn’t get out of. A web spun by my own arms and legs … and big mouth. And that said a lot considering I’d dealt with my fair share of corporate sharks and hardened criminals. But even then I’d always worn an I’ve-got-this-in-the-bag pretence and managed to seal said bag and toss it over my shoulder like the cocky solicitor I was.

  Not this time, though. And not with Danielle. Shit! Is she really going to break my mother’s heart and tell her I lied? And does she really have a boyfriend? Naaa, she doesn’t. She was lying about that Chris dude. She had to be.

  Watching her brown hair swish over her puffy, marshmallow-looking, coat-covered shoulder, she stormed out of the shed and into the light of day with a renewed sense of determination, sending my stomach into a series of backflips. She IS going to tell my mother. Fuck.

  “Danielle, wait!” I scrambled after her, trying not to draw attention to the fact I was about to piss my pants.

  I loved my mother. She treated me and my sister, Laura, well. But she wanted what I hadn’t been ready to give her — more grandchildren. Laura had recently disembarked the baby train, so the onus had quickly fallen upon me to climb aboard. Mum wanted more little Parkers running and crawling around. Badly. And she wanted me to finally tie the knot. Really badly. She was forever on my case about finding ‘the one’ and settling down, even having attempted to arrange a few blind dates on the odd occasion. Sure, she was meddlesome, overly pushy, and extremely annoying, but she meant well. Her only wish was to see me happy and in love, which wasn’t something she’d been privy to during my adult life. She was also quite sensitive and excessively melodramatic, which meant that, in mere seconds, when Danielle delivered the news that I’d been bullshitting about us being engaged, my life was about to end, or at the very least be horribly miserable for the next umpteen years.

  Falling into step beside the power-walking yeti, I lowered my voice. “Please wait.”

  “No! We need to set the record straight!”r />
  “We will. I promise. Just not yet. Please!” I took hold of her arm and spun her toward me, securing her to my chest.

  She smelled like roses and oranges. And the way her hair curled like chocolate as it fell over her shoulder, she could quite easily be mistaken for a lavish dessert.

  “Elliot, let me go,” she hissed, her cheeks glowing.

  “Hear me out first.”

  “No.”

  Danielle tried to pull free of my grip, but all I could do was hold her tighter and smile.

  “Stop smiling like that. Why are you smiling like that? It’s creepy.”

  I ignored her and smiled wider. “Remember that time when we were standing on the rope swing at the park together?”

  Recognition blazed from her brown eyes and she, too, finally smiled. “Yes.”

  “It was a bit like we are now, huh?”

  She shrugged and blushed, and I liked it.

  “Neither of us wanted to let go first for fear of falling off the swing.”

  She scoffed. “That’s what you think. I wasn’t afraid of falling, Elliot.” Danielle bit her lip and tried to look over my shoulder, and I all wanted to do was take that lip into my mouth and help her nibble on it. I’d only ever tasted those lips once before, and by my very vivid memory, they tasted like she smelled.

  Heat waved over my body, and my cock stirred. Shit!

  “You weren’t afraid?” I asked, bending just slightly to create less friction between us.

  “Nope.”

  “So why’d you hold on to me for so long?”

  “Because I didn’t want you to fall.”

  I nearly laughed in her face; she was funny and still overly stubborn. She was also refusing to look at me, her eyes darting back and forth, fighting their pull toward me.

  “Elliot, you need to let go of me, now. Reminiscing about the past isn’t helping us in the present.”

  “You sure about that?”

  Her eyes finally met mine, but only fleetingly, because they soon found my lips. I swallowed and lightly licked them for her.