True North Book One
Finding Home Livie and Jake
Allie Juliette Mousseau
Copyright © 2014 by Allie Juliette Mousseau All Rights Reserved
Published by Allie Juliette Mousseau
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All characters and events in this publication other than those clearly in the public domain are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Edited by Nicole Hewitt Cover design by Koda Mousseau - Tattoo Custom Cover Designs Final Production Manager Mike Mousso
http://www.alliejuliettmousseau.com
Dedication:
There is a place where an orange sun both casts light and creates shadows over a dry, dirty land, where some of the people we love the most risk everything – life, limb, heart and soul.
The reassuring internal voice that tells each of us it’s all going to be alright can't exist there, because in this land, nothing is ever alright.
While they are there, they attempt to survive a hell we cannot even imagine.
Some don’t return home alive, others don’t return whole, and still others come home but never fully return.
I dedicate this book to every military service person and to all those who love them.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 Broken Seether (Featuring Amy Lee)
Chapter 2 Set Fire To The Rain - Adele
Chapter 3 All Around Me - Flyleaf
Chapter 4 Magic Carpet Ride - Steppenwolf
Chapter 5 Crash and Burn - Life House
Chapter 6 Cold - Crossfade
Chapter 7 Come Undone - My Darkest Days
Chapter 8 Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace
Chapter 9 Empty - Ray LaMontagne
Chapter 10 My Immortal - Evanescence
Chapter 11 Only One In Color - Trapt
Chapter 12 Come On Get Higher - Matt Nathanson
Chapter 13 Make A Move - Gavin McGraw
Chapter 14 If I Lose Myself Tonight - One Republic
Chapter 15 Beautiful Scar - Trapt
Chapter 16 Kashmir - Led Zeppelin
Chapter 17 Savin’ Me - Nickelback
Chapter 18 Rooster - Alice In Chains
Chapter 19 Demons - Imagine Dragons
Chapter 20 Born To Be Wild - Steppenwolf
Chapter 21 Lonely Is The Night - Billy Squire
Chapter 22 Between The Raindrops - Life House
Chapter 23 Unity - Shinedown
Chapter 24 With Your Love - Jake North
About The Author
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Chapter One
“Broken”
Seether (Featuring Amy Lee)
Just breathe, Liv. It’s really easy—in and out, in and out.
I thought seriously about turning the car around at the loop and not turning back until I was safely back in my dorm room, under my blanket, with my earbuds buried in my ears and Crossfade turned up so loud everything else was shut the hell out.
What am I thinking?
This was the stupidest thing I’d done … ever!
Buzz.
Of course Jules was texting, why wouldn’t she be? What else were best friends for but making your life more insane???
Damn! She knew that I’d have to pull over to check the text. She also knew that I was already here in town, and that someone would probably see me pulled over. If someone saw me and then I didn’t show up at this party, I’d NEVER live it down! Normally the safest place for me would be home, but not this time. This time safety was five hours back the way I’d come.
Usually coming home was great. I grew up in this small town where everybody knows everybody else and we were all friends except for a few bitchy girls who couldn’t get over themselves and some top shelf d-bags who liked to start shit. Williston High School was pretty awesome, with a student body of just over one thousand. I had just graduated last spring and had been accepted to the University of North Dakota. I’d only had a couple weeks to chill there before Labor Day hit …
Or should I say D-Day?
More like … Jake Day!
Buzz!
Holy hell, fine!
I took the dreaded right onto Main Street and was barely able to set the car to the curb before I started hyperventilating.
BUZZ!
I picked up my phone.
Liv, warning - town is yellow
Yeah, caught that, I sent back.
A little too late. Of course I was expecting it. Jake was the town hero. He was also a North. I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. I tried to calm my breathing, but my heartbeat was hitting supernova and I thought I might actually die.
WELCOME HOME JAKE NORTH!
A gargantuan banner that King Kong could read from a mile away was strung from one side of Main Street to the other.
Yellow ribbons and decorations were everywhere, as if a tornado of yellow party supplies had somehow wound up hitting only Williston, North Dakota. Every street lamp, every building in downtown, every window—all adorned with yellow ribbons, welcoming the hero home—Williston’s Golden Boy.
I slipped my fingers down the front of my sweatshirt and pulled out the Celtic knot that hung there from a black cord. I set it against my lips, remembering when I got it.
Four Years Ago …
I ran up into my room and threw myself onto my bed, sobbing. I hated today! January 21, the day Jake North would leave for the Army.
I was fifteen years old and was way too young to be in love with my older brother’s best friend—he was three-and-a-half years older than me after all—but I’d been crushing on him ever since I was five years old. Through every Disney princess movie, Jake was my prince. By the time fifth grade rolled around for me, Jake had started high school. I’d usually spent my nights reading, doing homework, listening to music and bleeding out over the fact the Jake was a freshman and was now dating other girls! With three wild older brothers whose reputations he had to live up to, I was almost surprised he’d waited so long.
The North brothers were hell-on-wheels, adrenaline-junkie bad boys. You’d think they had a death wish—every one of them—but they didn’t really, they just got off on the thrill of pushing every limit that gravity or any other force told them they couldn’t conquer.
But I had secrets … secrets I didn’t even let Jules, my best friend and Jake’s little sister, know. Like how, for the past few years, Jake would sometimes come over to crash with Nathaniel—my big, overprotective brother—then sneak into my room after Nate fell asleep. We’d spend hours talking about what we wanted to do when we got older, our families, our dreams. My favorite times were when he’d lay on my bed and we’d watch the stars through the skylight; it would get so late—or early I guess—and we’d watch the colors of the sunrise stretch across the sky. He never kissed me though. Even though I always wished he would.
Jake was the only distraction that had really been able to pull me out of my misery when my mom left us. She’d been having an affair with some guy who’d come to town to work on the oil rigs. When the guy left for work in California she went with him. I was eight. Nate and I hadn’t heard from her since.
My dad, who’d never been around very much to begin with—and was really an asshole when he was—threw himself into his job and spent after-hours at bars and shacking up with all kinds of women we never met. Nate and I were usually on our own.
THREE-AND-A-HALF YEARS! Three-and-a-half lousy, stupid, cursed-birth-timing years apart! I always resented Nathaniel for being born first. Jerk.
Then that night happened and I’d never be the same again.
He was leaving, and the Norths were throwing a huge going away party for him. A million droolin
g, clingy girls were everywhere in their hot miniskirts and belly shirts. I was fifteen and if I ever tried wearing anything like that Nate would ground me for eternity. There was also no chance of changing once I got to the party either because of course Nathaniel would be there. Honestly, I never really wanted to dress like that much anyway. My style was a mix between a hippie and a grunge rocker: jeans (usually shredded at the knees), tank tops, tshirts and hoodies or long prairie skirts and poet shirts. Whatever—it was just me, and it depended on my mood on any given day.
That night I had opted for a pair of ripped jeans, black Chucks and my Seether concert t-shirt. I listened to Seether all the time. One of my favorite songs that made me think of Jake was “Broken.” The song was all about how these two people felt broken when they were apart—and thinking of it now, when Jake was just about to leave, made me want to break down right then and there. I liked to think I was Amy and Jake was Shaun. Yeah, okay it was all in my mind, but I’d made sure this song played on my docking station every time Jake made a midnight visit. I was hoping as he said goodbye to everybody he would see the shirt and remember, and then somehow remember me when he was gone.
I was sleeping over that night with Jules so Nate wouldn’t have to drive us home. Everyone—except me and Jules—was drinking. Okay, not completely true. (I smiled at the memory.) At one point, Jake walked by and pushed a red plastic cup into my hand. He leaned into my hair and said, “Don’t tell your brother.” Then he winked at me!
I melted in my shoes! I just stood there, lost in the tingling sensation he’d left in my hair, the scent of him mixed with his body spray and the smell of the alcohol he’d been drinking, which lingered in the air around me. He was so adorable in his blue jeans, tight fitting dark blue t-shirt and close-cropped dark brown hair. He was strong, and his body was lined with muscles. I don’t know how long I stood there before Jules nudged me with her elbow.
“What’s wrong with you?” When I was speechless, she looked over in Jake’s direction. “Oh, him.”
I sighed.
She sniffed at the cup in my hand, and a huge grin spread across her pretty pink cheeks. “Where did you get that?”
“Umm …” Great cover, Liv!
“Olivia Morrisey! Did Jake give it to you?” She just about jumped out of her skin with excitement.
“Shut up, please! Oh my God, I’m turning a thousand shades of red!” I squealed.
“Come on, let’s go outside with it,” she chirped, grabbing my arm and almost spilling our illegal liquid treasure. And off to the back yard we went.
Once we were hidden in the shadows she said, “He gave it to you. You should have first sip.”
I started to put my mouth to the edge of the cup when it struck me that maybe HE’D had the first sip and HIS lips had been in that very place. Then I wondered, if I put my lips in the same place his lips had been, would we have technically kissed???
“What are you waiting for?” Jules said impatiently.
“Nothing.” I couldn’t even examine the cup for any clues because it was too dark out. Fine!
I put that sweet, red plastic cup to my mouth and imagined, with every cell in my brain, his lips closing in on mine. And when I took that first gulp of Coke and rum I tasted him—the smell of him that had surrounded me only moments ago.
“Are you gonna make love to that drink all night or what?” Jules barked.
I passed her the cup and touched my lips, glad she couldn’t see me.
“I’m so glad my parents went to Edmonton. They’re really cool for letting him have this bash, but now they won’t catch us,” Jules laughed.
“Let’s finish it and get back inside,” I suggested.
“What’s your hurry?”
“The baby police are still in there. Our brothers aren’t going to let us stay up all night,” I reminded her.
“Yeah, they’ll want to make out with their stupid girlfriends without us catching them,” she agreed.
That took the joy out of my cup-kiss.
We chugged the rest and went back inside. There were at least a couple hundred people around, and it was getting close to one a.m. Jake was there with Jessica Andrews hanging all over him—they weren’t even dating. I wondered what it would be like to walk over there and just grab a handful of her hair and yank her to the floor. Before I knew it I had put one foot in front of the other and was making an advance, but I was pulled to a stop when Nathaniel grabbed my elbow.
Thanks, party crasher!
“Caleb already told Julia it was time for bed,” he said.
“Fucking Gestapo,” I muttered.
“Excuse me?” He squeezed my arm.
“Do you have to make it sound like I’m such a baby and do it in front of everybody?” I hissed quietly so only he’d hear it.
“Aw! Come on, little sis, you’re lucky you got to come at all,” he shouted, laughing.
“Douchebag,” I growled. Jessica and a bunch of the other girls were giggling. Thanks for the mortification, Nate!
I turned before I could catch Jake’s eyes and be further embarrassed and headed upstairs to the wing of the North mansion that housed Jules’ bedroom. Although the music was still loud up here, it was empty and away from the noise of the crowds—more my speed.
The beautiful hardwood floor under my Chucks was silent. As I passed Jake’s bedroom door, I couldn’t help myself. I stood in front of it for a moment with my hand on the warm wood. My head felt like a balloon filled with helium—high and giddy.
He’s downstairs, I reasoned.
Before I knew what I was doing, I had twisted the doorknob and pushed it open.
What the hell am I thinking?
Who cares! I answered myself. I only had a minute so I jumped inside and closed the door behind me.
OH. MY. GOD. It smelled of Jake, it looked like Jake … it was Jake! Posters of Jake’s favorite bands and cars were plastered all over the walls. His blanket was black and white and his pillowcase matched. He had a black light over one wall with a bunch of black light art. I totally wanted to see what it would look like on. But, surprisingly, considering the number of times Jake had been in my room, I’d never been in here before. And if I thought I’d been intoxicated before I opened the door? It was nothing compared to the intoxication I felt by being in his most secret, most intimate place. It was really neat and clean, and he had two Army bags at the side of his bed. I almost started to cry, remembering what this party was for in the first place. So I put myself in motion, hoping to dull the ache in my chest.
My fingers lightly skimmed his dresser: random cd’s, books, an empty cup. It looked like he’d packed everything of importance to either bring with him or store. That’s when the idea hit me … a souvenir.
Oh shit! Now I was going to steal! I nodded as I calculated the theft. What wouldn’t he notice? A t-shirt from his drawer? Maybe, but I’d have to go into his drawers. That cup? Not personal enough.
I didn’t know what to take. I just knew I was going to miss him … So. Much. And worse, there was the chance I’d never see him again, ever. He could get married—bad; he could die—God forbid; he could just decide to settle somewhere far away from N.D. and I’d never know where. That happened a lot with people. Happened with my mom.
I lay down on his bed and curled into the blanket. Pulling his pillow into my face, I breathed deeply and savored his musky scent. I squeezed my eyes at the pain of possibly never seeing him again.
Then I heard footfalls coming from down the hall. It was now or never! I grabbed the pillowcase off the pillow and quickly stuffed it under my shirt and pressed my back flat against the wall next to the door. My heart beat so loudly, I was sure whoever was out there could hear it!
I didn’t breathe again until the footsteps passed. Once they were gone, I made my break for Julia’s room. She was already asleep, and I carefully pushed Jake’s stolen pillowcase into my backpack, when a knock made me leap back and gasp.
“Shh! You’ll wake
the house,” the familiar voice whispered through the closed door.
I rushed to it with my heart palpitating. Literally. I swung open the door. “Jake?”
Only he could smile that way and make me forget every rational and sane thought in my head. “Come with me, hurry up.”
“Are you sure Jessica’s big tits won’t miss you too much?” I jeered.
“Stop it,” he scolded as he led me into his bedroom!
I was struck speechless, and when I saw the bare pillow I just about started to freak out. But he didn’t notice, just opened his window and began climbing out of it.
“I’ll go first.” He turned and beckoned for me to follow.
I shook myself. “It’s three stories up, Jake!”
“You’re not scared are you, Liv?” he teased. “I’ll protect you.”
Is there any feeling like the euphoria that is injected into your veins like a drug when the biggest crush of your life’s existence says he’ll protect you? No. The answer is no.
I jogged across the room before we were caught and swung my leg over the window sill, wiggling until I felt the ladder. “Who’s holding the bottom?”
“It’s a rope ladder. No one has to hold it. Josh has been using it to practice fire drills. He’s sloshed tonight, so he’ll never miss it.” Josh North, Jake’s older brother by two years, was training to become a professional firefighter. Daredevils, every single one of them.
The exhilaration had me shaking with either fear or adrenaline. I was climbing down the North’s mansion with Jake himself— HAHA Jessica!—three stories in the air at two in the morning. Or was it three? Nate would kill me!
“Don’t look down, Liv.” Why do people always tell you not to look down? Don’t they understand that when they say that it’s the first thing you do?
“Jake!” I breathed out from between my teeth.
“You’re okay.” His voice was deep and perfectly soothing. I felt the ladder jostle, and the soothing feelings were gone. Then I felt his arms come up around me, and his chest pressed into my back. If I died like this, it would be okay. Really.
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