Birthday Girl

by Penelope Douglas

  “You don’t look so good, sugar.”

  I look up from the cooler where I’m loading beer bottles from a case and give Grady a weak smile. “Nothing a box of Thin Mints won’t fix,” I tell him.

  Or a vat of sherbert ice cream or Pike walking in here right now, taking me in his arms in front of everyone, and telling me he loves me.

  God, I’m so tired. And weary. I couldn’t stand to look at him last night, and I wanted nothing more than to be away from him and out of his life.

  I took my newly repaired VW and crashed at my sister’s, and then I came to work at ten to get ready for the lunch shift, and I’ve been here for twelve hours now, staying long after the schedule dictated.

  My anger and resolve are still there, but so is the sadness now. I miss him.

  But I hate myself more.

  I love him and want him, but…

  I can’t be around him.

  He makes me laugh, and when I’m with him, I’m home. Like he’s the only thing in my life I understand.

  But I don’t understand myself anymore. Someone has to fight for me for a change.

  I’m not going back.

  “You clocked out without closing the tab before you left last time,” Grady says, pulling cash out of his wallet. “Here’s your tip.”

  He slides a couple twenties across the bar, and I close the cooler and laugh under my breath, my eyes feeling heavy with fatigue.

  “Grady, it didn’t even occur to me,” I tell him. “Don’t worry about stuff like that. I’m just happy you’re here.”

  Which is the truth. He saves me from having to force conversation with anyone else while I’m working. He doesn’t flirt or make crude comments, and he likes my music on the jukebox.

  I leave the money and clear off his empty bottle, popping the top of a new one and setting it in front of him.

  “Hey, can I have two Buds?” someone calls, holding out money at the bar.

  I head over, hearing the phone ring and seeing Shel grab it.

  Opening the cooler, I pull out the two Buds.

  “Jordan?” Shel repeats into the phone.

  I glance over at her, setting the two beers down in front of the guy.

  “Who’s calling?” she asks.

  I keep my eyes on her, my breathing going shallow as I take the guy’s money and ring up his drinks.

  “Pike?” she says.

  She casts me a look, and I shake my head. It’s late, I’ve been gone since last night, and I’m actually surprised he hasn’t come looking for me, making his pushy demands as usual.

  “Yeah, she’s not here,” Shel lies. “Her shift ended. Try her cell phone.”

  She hangs up, probably not waiting for him to say anything else and definitely not knowing that Pike has already called my cell a few times today. He didn’t leave messages, though, and he hasn’t texted.

  She approaches me. “What is going on?”

  “Nothing.”

  She cocks her head, not believing me. “You look exhausted.” She gently pushes my hair behind my ear as I wipe down the bar. “Have you eaten anything today?”

  “I’m fine,” I tell her. “Just tired.”

  “Is Cole causing you more problems?”

  I sigh, feeling my stomach grow shaky. I want to talk to someone, but I’m sick of being the girl with guy problems. I’m tired of Shel worrying about me, and I don’t want her to know. She already thinks Pike is an ass, and for some reason, I hate that. I don’t want to give her more ammo.

  “Why is his father calling you?” she presses me.

  I avoid her gaze, drop the dishcloth in the bucket of hot water, and grab a fresh one, wiping off the same liquor bottles I already did this afternoon.

  I feel her eyes on me. “Jordan, what have you gotten yourself into?”

  My chin trembles, and tears sting the backs of my eyes. “Nothing,” I say, still not looking at her. “I’ll be okay.”

  A server comes out of the kitchen with food, and I step around one of the other bartenders coming back with a new bottle of Captain from the liquor closet. I think for a moment, trying to figure out what I can do next, and finally bend over to retrieve a package of napkins from a cabinet. Tearing it open, I start to refill one of the containers on the bar.

  “Go home,” Shel says, putting her hand over the container. “Get some sleep.”

  “I’m fine. I’d rather be here.”

  “If you don’t go home, then go to your sister’s,” she suggests. “Just please get some rest. You work any more hours today, you’re not going to be able to drive yourself home at all tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  I open my mouth to argue, but she just shakes her head at me, knowing what I’m about to say.

  “I’m not your mom,” she points out, “but I’m as good as. You need sleep. Get some food from the kitchen and go. Please.”

  I do as Shel says, make myself a sandwich I don’t feel like eating, and climb into my car, turning on the engine. An Alice Cooper song is playing on the 80’s station I’m tuned to, but I turn it off, not in the mood at all for the escape I usually crave.

  Home. It takes me a good twenty minutes of driving aimlessly around town, lost in my head, before I commit to whose home I’m going to. I need clothes and my school books, and even though I don’t want to see Pike, Cole, or his mother, I can’t use my sister’s make-up for another day. Everything has glitter in it.

  As I pull onto Windy Park Place, I take in the stream of cars and trucks lining both sides of the street, as well as Pike’s full driveway. Some vehicles I recognize, some I don’t, but I slide into a slot between two cars in front of Cramer’s house, spotting the lights coming from over Pike’s fence in his backyard.

  Cole must be having a party. Super.

  Leaving my purse in the car, I take my keys, lock it, and walk toward the house, wanting to be anywhere but here, but knowing I need to do this. My skin buzzes with awareness, and the hair on my arms rises as the music floods my ears. But I charge up the porch steps, still dressed in my backless blouse from work. I tighten my high ponytail and just hope with all the people here, Pike and Cole don’t notice me come and go.

  I enter the house and look around, seeing the back door bob closed as someone walks out, and then I hear the bathroom door close in the laundry room. The light under the door to the basement is on, and the chatter outside is almost as loud as the music. At least Cole is keeping people out of the house, for the most part. Pike is most likely not sleeping through this.

  Gently stepping up the stairs, I walk quietly down the hallway, seeing Pike’s bedroom door closed and the light off inside. Cole’s door is also closed, and I open mine, peeking inside and seeing it empty. My bed is unmade from Cole’s mother sleeping in it last night, and I look around, using the light streaming in from outside to see. None of Lindsay’s things are in here, so maybe her apartment is done then. Leaving the light off, I grab my leather book bag and stuff in books and notebooks from my desk and start loading a duffel bag with clothes and anything else I’ll immediately need.

  “Thought I heard someone come in,” a voice behind me says.

  My heart stops, and I hesitate, instantly recognizing the voice. I close my eyes, willing him to go away.

  Cole wouldn’t have invited him. He must be crashing the party.

  Scissors sit on my desk in front of me, and I eye it, instinct kicking in.

  “Cole broke up with Elena,” Jay tells me. “You gonna take him back?”

  Broke up? Were they really together? I look down at my thumb, seeing the small scar in the darkness and barely feeling anything anymore. How he could always tug at my heart, but now, it seems like ages ago Cole gave a damn about me. I can’t even muster an ounce of longing tonight for the connection we once had.

  Survival mode has kicked in. My brain is in control now, and it won’t give me the keys to my heart until it’s sure it can take it.

  “You want a little revenge first?” Jay taunts, an
d I can hear his voice growing closer. “Come on, Jordan. I’ll give you a good fuck right now, right here.”

  “As opposed to the terrible lay you always were?” I retort.

  He says nothing, but I can just imagine the little snarl playing on his lips and the tingle he’s feeling in his hands that’s begging him to make me pay for that remark.

  Taking the scissors in my hand, I turn and twist it around in my fingers, playing with it as I look at him.

  He stands just inside my doorway, dressed in his jeans and T-shirt with his cold eyes glaring at me under dark brows.

  “What you must have told yourself to convince that pea brain inside your head that you made me come so good,” I say coolly. “The three times we did it were so bad, I would lay there confused, and then amused, before finally breaking into tears that there was nothing about you that wasn’t absolutely pathetic.”

  His top lip twitches, and right now, he’s gauging how likely he is to get away with what he wants to do to me with a backyard full of witnesses right outside my window.

  “Now I’m simply terrified for every woman I see you with,” I continue, “but also secretly smiling, because I know after they fake how much they love your cock in bed, they’re in the bathroom, fingering themselves to a mental image of any guy in town who’s not you.”

  He lurches forward a step, and I straighten, dropping my hands and squeezing my fist around the scissors. His eyes flash to the tool, and he stops.

  “Get out of my room,” I tell him, my tone calm and even, “and don’t ever speak to me again.”

  He hesitates a moment.

  “Now,” I state.

  His chest caves with heavy breaths, and I can hear the anger fuming inside of him.

  He wants to rush me so badly.

  But I’m not even scared. I feel nothing.

  It takes his pride a moment to realize he won’t get far if I decide to scream, but after a moment, he backs away and finally turns, disappearing down the hallway. His footfalls hit the stairs, and I wait to hear the backdoor slam closed before I risk moving again.

  He may not stay out of my way for good, but he has a track record of deciding I’m worth minimal effort before he moves on to someone else. Let’s hope he keeps doing that.

  I finish packing my clothes and slip into the bathroom, collecting my toothbrush, razor, and shampoo, stuffing everything into my bag and zipping it up. Swinging both bags onto my shoulder, I leave the room, resisting the urge to look back, and head down the stairs and into the living room.

  Pike stands just inside the front door, though, and I stop, both of our gazes locked on each other.

  Shit. I was almost out of here.

  “I was out looking for you,” he says. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  His gaze drops to my bags, and his fist curls around his keys. His voice drops to a whisper. “Don’t. Please.”

  “Don’t what?” I step forward. “Don’t leave or don’t tell Cole?”

  The party rages outside, and we stand in the darkened room, locked in a no-win battle. It’s simply a question of who gets hurt, and it’s a choice he still thinks he can get out of making.

  He wants me, but he’s a coward.

  “This had to end, right?” he chokes out, speaking only loud enough for me to hear. “In ten years, I’ll be nearly fucking fifty. I’m not going to saddle you with that. This was going to end. You know it always was.”

  I do now. My eyes burn, tears welling, but it’s strange. I’m not sure I’m sad. What he says is almost a comfort, because I know this story. I’m used to it.

  I walk for the door.

  “I’m not ready to let you go,” he tells me, stepping in front of me. “Just not yet. I’m not done...” He searches for the words. “Talking to you and…loving you.” He takes my shoulders, moving us behind the front door, my back against the closet. “Let’s go somewhere. Just us. There’s a midnight showing tonight. Let’s go. Get out of here and away for a couple hours, and we’ll talk.”

  I peer up at him. “Somewhere dark, right?”

  In a theater where we won’t be seen?

  He looks at me like that’s exactly what he was thinking, and he’s sorry for that, but it’s the way it is. “We’ll figure it out.” He plants his hands on both sides of my head on the door behind me and leans in. “Just not yet. Don’t leave yet.”

  The numbness I’ve been feeling since last night wavers, and I hear him in my head. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going anywhere…

  I have no doubt that’s true. And will always be true. Pike doesn’t walk away from his responsibilities. He’ll always look out for me.

  And I can’t think of anything I’d rather be less to him than an obligation. I can’t be like Cole or his job, his house or his bills. I’m not a duty.

  I’m everything else.

  “Do you love me?” I ask. “Are you in love with me?

  He holds my eyes, and even in the dark, I can see his eyes are red, tired, and hurting. But when he opens his mouth, no words come out.

  I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter, I guess.” I give up. “You have no courage, so you won’t be forever.” I stand up straight, tightening my hand around the straps of my bags. “And in the end, you’ll wind up being nothing more than a waste of my time.”

  His face falls, and he looks so completely deflated. He doesn’t have the conviction to do anything. All he knows is he doesn’t want me to go.

  “Oh, this is too good,” someone says. “So that’s your kink, huh, Jordan?”

  Pike and I jerk our heads to see Jay has just come out of the kitchen and stepped into the living room. Pike drops his hands and stands up straight, fixing Jay with a hard look.

  “Come on, baby,” Jay taunts me, and I can smell the beer on his breath from here. “I’ll be your daddy and you can open your legs for me, too, for a little rent money.”

  Pike lunges for him, and I gasp. He grabs Jay by the collar and whips him around, sending him flying through the storm door. Jay barely even flinches, probably because he knew what he was doing.

  My heart stops, seeing him stumble onto the porch and Pike charge after him.

  They both barrel down the stairs, a few people scattered around the lawn as they leave the party from the back gate or come in from their cars.

  Jay shoves Pike away, but Pike grabs his arm, throws his fist back, and comes down like a hammer, pounding Jay in the face and sending him collapsing to the ground. I walk onto the porch, seeing the bystanders stop and watch, while others call out.

  “What the hell’s going on?” I hear Cole’s voice.

  Glancing over, I spot him come out from the side of the house. I step up to the railing and watch Pike, pulling Jay up off the ground and throwing him into a car.

  “Dad!” Cole shouts, rushing up.

  But no one else seems to notice him.

  “Don’t worry.” Jay laughs at Pike, blooding trickling off his lip. “We can share the little whore.”

  Cole turns to me. “Did Jay hurt you?”

  I guess it wasn’t hard for him to figure out who the ‘whore’ was he was referring to. I say nothing.

  Jay turns his gaze on me, shouting, “Why don’t you tell Cole how cozy you and his dad have been here without him?”

  “What?” Cole looks between us, confusion etched on his face.

  “I’ll see you again, Jordan!” Jay calls out, shoving Pike’s hand away and pulling out his car keys. “You’ll be working at The Hook just like your sister, and I’ll come in there and buy your ass. That’s a prom—”

  Another fist lands across his face, but it’s not Pike this time. Cole has rushed over to him and sent him tripping backward to the sidewalk.

  Jay growls, spitting on the ground and bringing his hand to his lips and pulling it away, inspecting it.

  “You knocked out one of my teeth!” he barks.

  “Get out of here!” Cole yells, throwing out his arms. “Go!”
/>   Sweat glistens across Pike’s brow, and he looks at me with the same eyes he had the night we first slept together. When I straddled him on my bed, and he gazed up at me, giving in and giving me everything he had.

  Everything else around us disappears. He grinds his fists at his sides, and his body is rigid, like he’s about to charge me and pull me into his arms and carry me away.

  “You two?” I hear Cole say.

  I blink, Pike drops his gaze, and the spell is broken. Cole stands between us, looking back and forth at us as people slowly disperse, and I see him start to connect the dots with the way we were just looking at each other.

  “Jordan?” Cole nudges for me to say something, but I just lower my gaze, unable to look at him.

  Pike swallows, breathing shallow. “Cole—”

  “Oh, fuck you,” Cole tells him, cutting him off and backing away.

  Pike takes a step but Cole spins around and charges away, out of the yard and down the street.

  Pike doesn’t follow. He knows his son at least as well as I do, and Cole won’t hear anything tonight. And what would Pike say to make it better anyway? Damage is done.

  Pike stands there, staring after Cole and looking like the life has been sucked out of him. What does he have now?

  Pulling out my keys, I head down the porch stairs and walk to my car, not stopping or hesitating as I pass Pike Lawson.

  And he doesn’t follow me, either.

  I now know he meant what he implied last night. I’m not worth it.

  I know everything is a mess, I type on my phone. Please know it wasn’t about revenge. It just happened, and I’m sorry.

  I’ve been staring at my phone for twenty minutes, trying to figure out what to say to Cole. I’m logging off social media and only talking to my sister and select few others for a while. I need space and quiet. I just didn’t want to go silent without something.

  I’m not sorry it happened, but I am sorry if it hurt him. I reasoned with myself that he cheated on me, and I don’t owe him anything.

  But I don’t want it to end like this. I’m fine with leaving. I’m fine with not seeing him right now.

  I just needed him to know…. It wasn’t about him.