Andrew
Nine Years Later
I watch as Ally and Trent huddle their heads together, looking at something on Trent’s phone. They’re sitting on the picnic table in Lilly’s back yard. My eyes narrow when Ally throws back her head to laugh at something Trent said, and leans over to kiss his cheek. She’s fifteen. Too young for that shit.
I look around the yard through the throng of people milling about until I spy Mac just a few yards away.
“You tell your boy he better watch himself with Ally,” I warn him.
He looks to the pair still watching whatever on Trent’s phone before looking back at me. “What are they doing?” he asks, his eyes dancing in mirth.
I shoot daggers at him with my eyes. “He keeps making her laugh and she kisses his cheek. She’s fifteen, he’s nineteen.”
“Ah, come on, Andy.” Mia butts her nose in. “You know it’s innocent. They’re best friends.”
“I still don’t like it,” I growl at them both.
I’ve seen the way Trent looks at her when he thinks no one is looking. On several occasions, I’ve had to force myself not to go over and smack the look off his face. However, Mia’s right. Over the years, they’ve grown extremely close. Any time I have Ally over at my and Jase’s house, he’s always around. I can’t fucking get rid of him.
At first I thought it was a great idea for them to bond. I liked that Ally found someone in my family to attach herself to. But now I’m thinking it was a mistake. Watching the two of them across the yard all huddled together like two peas in a pod has my fists clenching. It’s not that I don’t want them close together, but I know what goes through the head of a boy Trent’s age. All they think about is sex or anything to do with the female body.
“You don’t have anything to worry about, Andrew. You know that. They are both smart. Ally won’t do anything until she’s ready, and you know Trent wouldn’t push her.” Mia comes to my side and places her hand on my arm.
Again, she’s right, but it’s still hard to watch. I also know Ally has feelings for Trent. She has stars in her eyes any time she looks at him. It’s there for everyone to see. If Trent ever hurts her, I’ll make his life miserable. Ally’s had enough pain in her life. She doesn’t need any more.
Two years after Ally’s leukemia was announced to be in remission, it came back. Luckily, the cancer wasn’t as harsh the second time around, but it was still painful to watch her body go through the chemo treatments again. She didn’t wait for her hair to fall out in chunks. She bit the bullet and shaved it the first day of treatment. In an effort to support Ally, Trent shaved his head as well. She cried when he came to see her after she got back from her appointment. Her body became weak again, but she pushed through it.
Becky and Brent’s families and my family were all there to support her and give her courage. I’m proud of her for staying strong. It’s been a little over six years since she’s been cancer-free. She has yearly check-ups, just in case it returns.
Jase walks up and hands me a beer. He pops the top of his own, takes a swig, and turns to face the direction of my gaze. Jase and Ally have also become close, something that makes me happy. It didn’t take her long to start calling him Uncle Jase. Ally knows who I am to her, a decision that Becky and Brent made on their own and then came to talk to me about. I told them to be sure that was what they wanted and they assured me it was. Ally was okay with it. Becky and Brent are still her mom and dad and I’m still Uncle Andy. Nothing’s changed. Everything stayed how it should.
“Knock it off, Andrew,” Jase says beside me, laughter in his voice. “You’re going to scare the boy.”
I take a drink of my beer and turn to him. His beautiful eyes watch me take him in. His hair is still long, carelessly thrown in a ponytail. His face is covered in a trim beard, something he started growing years ago when I told him I wanted to feel it on my body. The sleeves of his black button-up shirt are rolled up to just below his elbows, showing tanned tattooed arms. His stomach is flat and his hips, encased in jeans, are trim.
I never get tired of looking at him and my body still reacts every time I do. I feel a twitch in my jeans, and I discreetly adjust myself.
“What’s wrong, baby? Jeans getting too tight?” he asks, smirking.
I take a step toward him and grab his ponytail. “Fuck, yeah, they are. Care to take care of it for me?”
His eyes flare with heat, and a rush of air leaves his lips. Yep, I still affect him, too.
“Cut that shit out,” Jaxon growls, walking up to us with Bailey.
After giving Jase a deep kiss, leaving us both moaning, I turn to face them. I’m disappointed I have to wait until later to have Jase, but it’s a family barbeque, so we need to behave.
I see Amari taking off toward Ally and Trent, and I sigh in relief. There will be no more sexy glances and whispered words with little Amari around.
We all laugh as Amari situates herself between the two.
“You need to bring Amari around more often when those two are together,” I tell Jaxon, and he chuckles.
“Mama,” a little voice calls, and we all look down to Belle, Mac and Mia’s four-year-old daughter. She has a hold of Mia’s pants, tugging on them. “Nanna said I can have a popsicle, but I haveta ask you first.”
Mia squats down to her level before asking, “Did you eat the hot dog I gave you earlier?”
“Uh huh,” Belle says, nodding vigorously.
“Okay, sweetie, you can have one.” The words have barely left Mia’s mouth before Belle takes off running toward the house. “But only one,” Mia calls after her daughter.
“Okay, Mama,” Belle yells, without looking back.
We all laugh as she dashes into the house, no doubt in our minds that Belle will end up with however many popsicles she wants. Lilly spoils all her grandkids, including the ones she’s adopted.
I take another pull of my beer as I turn back to face the yard. This has always been a gathering place for us. Every chance we get, we end up here.
I look over at Jase, who’s talking to Jaxon and Mac. Bailey and Mia are whispering something to each other and giggling. Unfortunately, Chris and Nick couldn’t be here today. Nick’s out on a job site and Chris went with him.
Looking back at Ally, my heart swells. I hate that I kept her from my family for so long. There’re so many things they missed. But having her here, surrounded by the people I love, is something I cherish every day of my life.
I turn back to Jase and watch him interacting with our friends. I remember the day Chris showed me his picture. I felt a punch in my gut and my heart began pounding rapidly in my chest as soon as I laid eyes on him. I knew with everything in me that my world would change once he walked into my life. And it did. It may sound cliché and girly as shit, but having Jase has made my world so much brighter. I had a good life before he came into it, but the moment he strolled through the door of Maggie’s Diner, it became perfect.
Acknowledgments
First and foremost, I want to thank my husband, daughter, and son. They are the ones who suffer every time I sit in front of my computer to write. Every hour I spend writing is an hour taken away from them. Thank you so much for understanding my need to do this and having patience. I love you all!
Next, I want to thank my good friends Hope, Kim, and Allison. I have no idea what I would do without you three. Each of you play such an important role in my life, and I’d be lost without y’all. Thank you so much for being there for me, giving me advice when I become stuck, and lending an ear when I need to rant. You ladies are my saving grace and sanity in the oftentimes madness of being an author. Thank you and I love you!
I also want to send a special thank you to Kim Black with TOJ Publishing. Once again, you amaze me with your mad designing skills. I couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful cover! Thank you!
Alex’s Jaded Angel’s, you ladies (and one gent ;) ) rock my world. Thank you all for being there and supporting me. There’s no
way I could thank you all enough for everything you do. You make my life lighter and fill it with laughter. I love each and every one of you!
Kaila! My teaser girl! I have no idea how I got so lucky in finding you, but I’m not giving you back! You’re amazing, and sweet, and so damn talented! Thank you for my wonderful teasers! Love you!
Becky and Olivia at Hot Tree Editing, I KNOW you both hate me at times and I wear your patience, because my writing skills DO NOT extend to editing and grammar. Lol. Thank you both for taking on my books and making them the best they can be. You both are such a pivotal part in this process and there’s no way I could thank you for taking care of my babies! But I’ll start with a simple thank you!
Beta readers, you help me so damn much. It’s your advice and guidance that makes my books more readable and dependable. Thank you all so much for everything! Love y’all.
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Chapter One
“Nick.” I hear the soft broken whisper and whip my head around.
The once beautiful eyes are now dull and almost lifeless. The stark pain radiating from them sends a sharp pain to my chest.
“I’m here, baby,” I whisper, my voice no longer sounding like my own.
A whimper leaves Anna’s lips when she tries to move. I have to force my body to relax, when all it wants to do is lock up and seize. I look down at Anna’s broken body, covered in a dirty piece of cloth I found on the floor of the house, and every part of me aches with her. Every mark on her body, I feel on mine.
“No, Anna, stay still,” I tell her, and take a deep breath before continuing. “The ambulance is on their way, okay?”
She ignores my plea to stay still and lifts an arm covered in marks. A flash of rage runs through my blood at the sight, but I push it away. My focus needs to be on her right now, not the fuckers who did this to her.
My gut clenches and my stomach plummets when she winces in pain and drops her arm. I gently grab her wrist and bring her hand to my lips, kissing the back before placing her hand on my cheek. It’s ice cold and fear almost cripples me.
She closes her eyes and takes a few shallow breaths before opening them again.
“I love you, Nick.” Her voice is barely audible.
As much as I love hearing her say those words, they scare me. They’re too final. I know the broken woman lying in front of me is dying. I know her condition is dire. But I refuse to think of any outcome other than her surviving. This is my Anna. She can’t leave me.
I bend over and lay a soft kiss on her forehead. “I love you too, Anna Banana,” I whisper.
My lips are still at her forehead when I hear her weak voice say, “Be happy for me.”
I close my eyes and pull in air that no longer feels life sustaining. All it does now is remind me I’m whole and safe while the woman I love with my entire heart lies broken and bleeding in my arms.
Anger at the injustice of it all has me pulling back and growling, “Don’t do this, Anna! Don’t you dare die on me! You hang on, goddammit. You can’t die on me!”
My voice cracks and rises with every word I say. By the time I’m done, I’m panting. This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be! She’s not supposed to leave me! We’re a fucking team!
“It’s… too late… for me, Nick. I need… you to promise… you’ll be… happy. Promise… me. Please.”
My heart cracks wide open at her words. She doesn’t realize it, but pieces of my heart lie right beside her, a ruined and bloody mess. She’s asking the impossible. There’s no way I could ever be happy if she’s not with me. She can’t expect that of me.
“No!” I tell her angrily, and bring her body closer to mine. “I can’t promise that! I can’t be happy without you. You’re my happy. Please, Anna, just hang on a little bit longer.”
“Promise me, Nick,” Anna says, her voice weaker than it was before.
“Fuck!” I snarl to the sky.
How can she think I could ever be happy again? I’ve loved this woman from the time I was old enough to know what love was. We’ve made plans together. We were supposed to grow old together. Without her, there is no happy.
As I glance back down at Anna, I know I have to give her what she wants, at least in words. Her eyes are begging me. I’ve never been able to say no to her.
Gathering up every bit of courage I have, and praying to God that he and Anna forgive me, I utter the lie, “I promise.”
The smile that graces her face almost has her looking like my Anna again. My heart pounds in my chest, and I freeze when she slumps in my arms, her eyes closing with the smile still on her lips.
Ah, fuck no!
“Anna?” No response. “No, no, no! Jesus Christ! Please, Anna, baby, answer me!”
She still doesn’t respond. The breath I’m holding whooshes out, and my lungs won’t allow me to bring in more air. A piercing pain shoots daggers in my chest where my heart use to beat. It feels like it’s not there anymore.
I can’t believe she left me. The reality of it hits me, but I still don’t want to accept it.
I gather her in my arms and bring her body up mine. Her limbs hang like dead weights and her head rolls to the side. I bury my face in her hair and breathe in her unique scent. Even through the filthy smell of the bastard, I still smell my Anna.
I gently rock her back and forth, waiting and praying she comes back to me. I know in my head it’s in vain, but the place where my heart is supposed to be won’t believe it.
“Please come back to me,” I murmur in her ear, my tears soaking her hair. “I can’t do this without you, Anna. Please, baby,” I continue begging her, but she stays quiet in my arms…
I jerk awake and snap up in bed. My chest heaves up and down from the hard work of trying to pull air into my lungs. My heart’s pounding so hard I can hear the thump-thump in my ears. Breathing in through my mouth and out through my nose, I try to settle my churning stomach. I release the death grip on the sheets, lean back on my hands, and let my head fall back on my shoulders.
That damn dream is going to be the death of me. I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to push back the images. It doesn’t work. They slip through the cracks and crevices I never manage to seal shut when I sleep.
“Fuck!” I snarl to the ceiling.
Frustrated, I yank the damp sheet off my lap, swing my legs over the side of the bed, and plant my feet on the floor. I lean forward and drop my head into my hands, squeezing my hair so tight I feel the strands biting into my knuckles and hear the pop of them coming loose of their follicles. My body is covered in sweat and the cool air in the room sends goose bumps across my skin.
No matter what I do, I can’t escape the visions. I’ve relived Anna’s death hundreds of times and each time it feels like the first. I wake up smelling her scent, and I swear I still feel her limp body in my arms. Memories of her still body play out in my head over and over again, bringing the crippling pain of losing her to the forefront.
I lift my head and look around the barren hotel room I’m in. Overall, it’s a shitty room with its germ-infested linens, outdated TV, stained carpet, and a shower and toilet that barely function. I can afford better accommodations, but with what I plan to do in these rooms each time I rent one, this type seems to fit more.
> I look to my right and see the single bullet and 9mm pistol I have lying on the nightstand. Picking up the gun first, I release the clip and let it slide into my hand. The metal is cool and smooth. I reach over without looking and pick up the gold-tipped silver bullet. I flip it around a few times, before I push the bullet into the clip. The clip slides smoothly into the gun next, with a click.
Memories of Anna sitting on the tire swing I have in my backyard flash through my mind. She always loved that tire swing. She used to say when we got married our kids would play on the same swing. At the time I could picture Anna pushing a little girl with sandy-blonde pigtails.
Another memory surfaces of Anna and me playing house in the fort we built in her backyard. I built the unsteady frame out of leftover two-by-fours from my house and sheets and she decorated the inside with unused items her mom let her have. We even had hand-drawn family pictures hanging from the walls. Most boys my age at the time were out playing sports and riding their bikes, and sometimes I was, but I always made time for my Anna.
From the time I reached twelve years old, I knew I was going to love Anna. She was my everything. She was the air I breathed, the reason my heart beat, and everything I saw. She was the first thing I thought of when I woke up and the last thing I saw before I fell asleep. She was my sunshine, my moonlight, and my stars. There was absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do for her, and nothing I wouldn’t give her. She had my heart so tightly wrapped around her, I’m surprised it didn’t suffocate her. Anna was my reason for living, and with her gone, I no longer have anything to live for.
Looking down at the gun in my hand, regret and guilt churn in my stomach. I flat-out lied when I made that promise to Anna two years ago. I promised her I’d be happy, knowing I never would be again. But I had to give her what she needed. Knowing deep down she was saying good-bye and that was the last time I was going to see her beautiful face, I said the only thing that would give her peace.
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