Saving Her

by Mia Ford

  Eventually, that fear subsided though, and I was able to go out and have a good time without looking over my shoulder every minute.

  So, I knew that I needed to give Johnathan time. That was the only way he was ever going to make any progress.

  I decided to adopt the idea of, it was meant to be, it would be, when it was meant to be; not a second sooner.

  Destiny was another thing I knew, mostly because of Kasandra, that you couldn’t force, or run from.

  However, when we finally reached the station, I thought it was strange that no one was there.

  The building looked more like a lodge than a ranger station, with the attributes of the outside reminding me of the cabin.

  I hoped that was a sign that it was another safe space.

  Although, the way that it was looking, there wasn’t anyone else around out here. The chimney was unlit and there were no lights on inside the building.

  Johnathan and I looked around for a vehicle and knocked on the door, to no avail.

  “Hmmmm,” I offered, looking back at Johnathan as he peered inside a window, “Well, I’m here and I’ll be safe. I can handle myself…You don’t have to stay, if you don’t want to.”

  “Are you kidding? There’s no one here…” he snickered, “You know Jake won’t let me leave.

  “Are you sure? I’ll be okay.”

  “Positive…” he answered, knocking on the door one last time before entering.

  At the sight of benches, I realized how exhausted I was and imped over to one where I could sit down and prop my leg up. The lights were on and it looked like someone was here at some point, recently, judging by the half-drank coffee on the desk, which was scattered with papers.

  Across from the desk, there was a radio, which Johnathan used to call the rangers.

  There was static at first, after his initial call, but eventually, a man’s voice comes over the radio, informing Johnathan that they are perfectly safe in the station, but it would be a few hours before they can get a vehicle up to them. Apparently, there was a mud slide that affected an area a little further down the mountain and they were having trouble getting trucks across even to clear it.

  Johnathan thanked them and told them that we would be here whenever they could get there.

  Afterward, he started to look through the shelves, grabbing snacks and water bottles. He tossed two bottles and a couple of bags of chips in my direction. I downed the first bottle before he even had a chance to speak.

  “I know this isn’t the best first meal, but it’ll keep you alive until help arrives.”

  “This is fine!” I exclaimed, digging into the first bag of chips. “At this point, this bench is starting to look appetizing,” I joked, as Johnathan poured some water into a bowl for Jake and gave him some of the chips, before sitting next to me.

  The closeness I felt as his arm brushed against me was strangely comforting. I grinned at him and scooted closer.

  We enjoyed our chips and water, ravenously, as though it was the best food we had ever tasted.

  After barely eating the past few days, though, anything would’ve been a godsend.

  Once we had our fill of the junk food, Jonathan asked, “Do you want me to look at your ankle? I’m sure we can find a First Aid Kit around here somewhere. I can splint it properly.”

  I shook my head in agreement and offered my leg to him.

  Carefully, Johnathan peeled my pant leg back, to reveal a swollen ankle.

  “Damn,” he admitted, “I’m glad you were able to make it here.”

  “Is it that bad?” I demanded raising my head up to get a better look.

  “I’m not sure exactly how bad it was, but the trek we took certainly didn’t help it,” he pressed against it with a small amount of pressure.

  “Ouch!” I exclaimed, when it started to hurt.

  He focused on my leg as he touched a few more spots, which burned from both the injury and over-using the muscles.

  “I don’t think anything is broken, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they want to do an x-ray when you get back to the bottom of the mountain, just to be sure.”

  I shook my head in agreement as Johnathan stood up and walked over to the metal cabinet that was standing in the corner.

  He disappeared for a moment but returned quickly with a white metal suitcase-looking box, labeled First Aid.

  He wrapped my ankle tightly with an Ace bandage, being cautious of the pain it was causing.

  Besides feeling like heated pins and needles, once the bandage was secured, the sharp pains and pulsing lessened intensely.

  “How’s that?”

  “Good,” I answered, not sure if there was a possibility for it to be any better, considering the abuse it had taken the past few days. “It feels much better,” I assured him.

  “Great!” Johnathan offered, before growing noticeably quiet.

  I allowed the silence for a little while, but eventually, I had to ask what the issue was.

  “Nothing,” he shook his head, as though solidifying his response. Everything is fine. I’m…happy we finally made it.”

  “But?” I urged, knowing that there had to be more.

  “I’m just…I’m sorry, okay? I wish I could give you everything, including the trust that I know you deserve, but I can’t and that bothers me…Especially after everything you’ve been through.”

  “Johnathan, I didn’t tell you that to make you feel bad or to pity me,” I explained, covering his hand with my own, “I told you that, with the hope that you will one day realize that there is a way out, even when you can never imagine your life any other way.”

  “But I just keep thinking about all the shitty stuff I said to you, when in reality, you probably know far better than I will ever know, how to get over tragedy and move on.”

  “I told you all that to help you, that’s it. I learned to move on, because I had to…Because I refused to allow my situation to get the best of me. I want to survive, and I want to thrive. So, whenever I have the urge to give up, the urge I have experienced many times, I fight through it. I do something to change my situation. When I felt threatened by my ex, I moved out. When I heard that he died, I came here, and when the guide…” I willingly let my voice trail off there, still not wanting to think too much about the most current tragedy I experienced.

  “You found me and have to deal with my problems?” Johnathan suggested, though his voice was slightly teasing.

  “No, I found you. Do you forget all that you did for me?”

  “Besides giving you a complex?”

  I playfully nudged him, “Trust me, you’re not that crazy. It takes a lot more than falling in love with a relationship-shy, anti-social mountain man to give me a complex,” I chuckled. “But seriously, Johnathan, after everything that happens, I find a way to move on and eventually persevere. Even after shit hits the fan, there is life and happiness after. I promise, you just have to be willing to receive it.”

  He thought about this for a moment, before he shook his head, “I just don’t know how you do it.”

  “I don’t either,” I admitted. “It’s not like I wake up one day and decide this is the day I’m going to get over whatever it is. For instance, I have a lot to still get over from…What happened with the guide. There’s parts of that I may never get over.”

  I thought about the severity of that statement and how there was a good possibility that I would never be able be truly alone ever again. Regardless of what Johnathan said, I will always be looking over my shoulder, worrying about whether he is standing there, waiting for me.

  Having made it to the station, even without anyone there, I was surprised that nothing had happened.

  I was extremely relieved that we had all made it safely and that no one was threatened, but I just wanted it to be over. I wanted to know what happened to the man and I wanted to know that he wouldn’t be coming after me.

  However, I guessed that was one luxury I would never be provided. The second-bes
t thing is never having to see him again, but that wouldn’t stop the worry.

  I was terrified of him and there was nothing I could do to assuage that fear.

  “Come on, Carrie,” Johnathan insisted, scooting even closer to me, as if trying to prove that he was there to help me through whatever was bothering me.

  However, he wasn’t going to be there. He was going to go back to my life and I was going to go back to mine. The only thing he was promising me was something he couldn’t possibly guarantee.

  Still, I didn’t bring any of this up, considering I was genuinely trying to part without any issues.

  I didn’t want that guilt.

  So, I grinned at him and asked, “What do you mean? Come on, Carrie?”

  “You can’t let that asshole get the best of you. You’ve been through too much. You’re too strong a person to be forced into a corner like that. You can’t let this man rule you. You are going to get over this, just like you got over everything else.”

  “Oh yeah?” I asked, humored by his unwavering faith in me; even if he didn’t trust me as far as he could throw me. “How do you know that?”

  “I have to!” He exclaimed, “If you can’t then, there’s no hope for me.”

  I giggled and teased, “Oh, I should’ve know this ultimately had to do with you.”

  “I told you, Carrie, I’m a selfish bastard. You’re much better without me.”

  Shaking my head, I refused to feed his negative comments. “You know what, Johnathan? I don’t think you are a selfish bastard. I don’t think you’re an asshole and I don’t think I’m better without you. I disagree with you, three for three. You are wrong, but you’re none of the things you think you are.”

  “Yeah, okay,” he insisted, chuckling.

  “Can I tell you how I feel without you going all crazy on me?”

  “Oh, so now you think I go crazy?” He snickered.

  “Johnathan, you know damn well that you go crazy. That’s not debatable. What I want is permission to speak freely with the hope that we can curb your crazy?”

  “Sure, why the hell not?”

  “Good,” I insisted, thinking about exactly what I was going to say, so that I could make sure I got my point across accurately. “I don’t think you are any of those things. I think, you want to be those things. I think you try to be those things, because if you were an asshole, selfish or bad for me, it would be so much easier to let me go. But, you don’t actually feel that way, which is what makes this so hard for you to accept.”

  Johnathan didn’t respond at first and I hoped I hadn’t made a mistake by telling him any of how I felt, but eventually, I realized that he wasn’t brooding, he was thinking. I watched his eyes shine over in thought before he finally nodded, looking back to me after serious contemplation, “That’s definitely a possibility. You’re pretty smart.”

  “No, you’re just painfully easy to read,” I retorted in a playful manner.

  “You know, you’re the first person to ever tell me that. Everyone else said that I was an enigma and that there was no way to tell how I would react…Everyone, including Sarah and my parents.”

  I opened my mouth to speak, but stopped short, again trying to judge weather or not my question was worth pursuing. Eventually, I decided to give it a shot.

  “Johnathan, is that where you became convinced that you were all those horrible things? You said you were the black sheep of the family…”

  “Yeah, come to think about it. My brother was always the golden child and I was…John, the troublemaker, or, when I got older and more frustrating, John, the asshole. They didn’t understand me, so they decided that must be why.” At this, he stood up and started to pace around, trying to focus on everything but the conversation he and I were having.

  I gave him some space before saying anything else, but eventually offered, “You know, sometimes, people say things because they are guilty…Subconsciously. They know that they are one way, or act a certain way toward people, so instead of blaming themselves, they justify their thoughts by making the other person the bad guy.”

  “Oh, well, I could tell you that my parents are selfish. The only reason they even like my brother is because he was good for their campaign trail. Unfortunately, he knows it too, but since they like him, he doesn’t want to rock the boat,” Johnathan answered me without actually looking back at me.

  “I’m sorry,” I replied, watching as he turned around and sat back next to me, without looking at me.

  He was quiet for a moment and I let him have that. I supposed he was thinking, probably about a lot of painful memories that he didn’t want to be replaying in his mind.

  “I just want to feel differently,” he finally insisted, glancing up at me for the first time in a while, now peering deeply into my eyes.

  I stayed quiet, not sure exactly how to respond, or even if I should respond. His expression was so intense and deep, that if he weren’t looking straight at me, deep into my soul, I would think that he was looking straight through me.

  We stayed there, eyes locked in silence for a long period of time.

  During that time, I gazed back into his eyes, trying to figure out where his thoughts were roaming to, but I couldn’t quite pinpoint it from the look he was giving me.

  I thought about what it would be like, having to go back home, without him.

  I didn’t know how much time I would have before the rangers showed up, but every second seemed to pass too quickly. Even without having a specified time limit, I knew that no matter how much time I had left with him, it wouldn’t be enough.

  His eyes, although they didn’t give me much of a lead as to what Johnathan was thinking, sure gave me some insightful thoughts.

  Wanting to stay with him forever, I wondered if that would be possible, but decided that I would miss the outside world, so the only way that would work would be if he came back to reality.

  Staying with him would simply be enabling him…and what about your family, your career? What about all the things you’ve worked so hard to accomplish. Surely Johnathan wouldn’t want you to give all that up. I convinced myself, though the thought of leaving him presently seemed even more upsetting than leaving my life behind.

  However, I knew that was only because he was presently what I was losing. I wouldn’t be happy here, in the mountains, for the rest of my life.

  Although, staring into his eyes right then, keeping my gaze trained on him for such an extended period of time, made me think that I could.

  “I want you, Carrie,” he finally admitted, breaking the intensity of the moment, but giving validity to a whole new train of thought.

  I grinned, trying to figure out the best way to respond honestly, without making him feel as though I was trying to convince him to do anything he wasn’t ready for. “And I want you too. That is never going to change.”

  “But right now, I just feel that it’s easier to push you away than risk the chance of you walking away. At least then, I’m not blindsided.”

  I nodded in understanding, “I get that.”

  He seemed skeptical, “I’m trying my best…”

  “I’m serious, Johnathan. I really do understand,” I insisted, “When I was talking to you, telling you about my past, I realized that, while I do deserve your trust, you deserve the time it takes to give me that trust. So, my door is always open. I can’t guarantee what will happen, but I will always be there for you if you need me.”

  Johnathan allowed this to settle in his mind for a moment before he grinned, “Thank you. I appreciate that and hopefully soon, I’ll be able to surprise you.”

  “That would be great, but in the meantime,” I said, reaching up, so that my lips were close to his, “I’m not going anywhere,” with that, I kissed him passionately, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

  Immediately, Johnathan wrapped his arms around me as well and deepened the passion of the kiss.

  Johnathan leaned against me, his arm resti
ng heavily on the wall behind me as his head twisted in a manner that allowed him to thrust himself against me, almost desperately.

  The essence of the kiss was also different; it was almost as though he was trying to revel in every moment, every touch and every second that we were spending together.

  “I mean,” he insisted, as his lips traveled off my mouth and toward my ear, while his hand cupped around the back of my neck as he pulled me closer to him, “I need you now.”

  “Here?” I asked, my eyes darting toward him as I snickered with a sense of excitement, “But…People could show up at any minute. We could be caught?”

  “You think I give a fuck?” He growled, before pressing toward me again, as his tongue thrust deeply into my mouth. His arm snaked around my body, pulling me up so that I was slightly risen above the seat.

  He scooted me back, so that I was against the small wall that divided the bench from the rest of the buildings.

  Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and pressing my womanliness against him.

  In one swift movement, he took my shirt off, reaching for my breasts.

  The feel, however was slightly different than before. It was almost longing, as though no matter what he did, he would never be able to get enough.