Broken Pieces
Authors: B. E. Laine,Kim Young
Tags: #Coming of Age, #Romance, #Genre Fiction, #Contemporary, #Literature & Fiction
Copyright © 2013 B. E. Laine
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To Max,
You always knew the right words to say.
I miss you terribly.
I hope I will see you again one day.
Love, B
His text surprised me. Out of the blue, he said wanted to “talk” to me. Even after everything that had happened when he graduated a couple years ago? He pleaded with me that he wanted me to drive around with him tonight, and I couldn’t tell him no. One, you just don’t tell Jeremy no and two, he would have made a scene. We had gone driving like this a million times when we dated so I didn’t think it would hurt. I knew that asking my mother wasn’t going to go well so I told him that I would sneak out later. It wasn’t like I hadn’t sneaked out of my house time and time again before for him. I won’t dare let my best friend Daisy know what I’m doing because she would flip a lid! She always told me her brother was a player and to stay away from him. I still find myself putting my lip gloss on, making sure I smell decent, and that my attire is perfect. I also know what my mother and my sister, Kennady, would say, even though they did absolutely love him. I had to admit that he was perfect, but he also knew it … so did other girls.
Why am I so nervous? Well, I’m sure the main reason was because I’m sneaking out. I sat trying to calm myself, but it was no use. I actually did love the adrenaline rush I got when I would sneak out. Yes, I was an adrenaline junky. I’m sure that was the main reason I got into most of the trouble I had. My phone went off, making me jump, and I knew I had run out of time to calm these damn nerves or find a way out of it. I grab my purse, ready for this “talk” to be over with. I still didn’t know what we have left to discuss.
I take a deep breath and step out into the moonlight which, along with poor street lighting, was my only illumination on these creepy back roads. I’m extremely grateful for my simple attire of shorts and flip flops because of the late summer heat still lingering in the air. Then I spotted his tail lights, as he sat waiting for me up the road so my mother didn’t hear his rumbling car. I don’t know how he can talk me into the stupidest things. I have a boyfriend now that is simply amazing, and I know I need to turn around and go back into the house. Instead, with shaky hands, I open the door to his mustang and sit down in the low seats. I had done it a hundred times before, but I still had a feeling that I couldn’t shake. The music is playing so loud that I can barely hear myself think.
He takes off like a bad out of hell, as usual. I sit there waiting for him to talk, as the silence takes over. He wanted to talk, right? Isn’t that whole reason I’m sitting here? As he drove further into the dark, he reached to turn the music down, and I smell the stench of alcohol on his breath for the first time. Shit!
“Well, don’t you just look pretty tonight?” he slurred, as he drove into the night.
What the hell was I thinking? Obviously, nothing has changed since we were together. “What is it you wanted to talk about?” I asked, being straight forward.
“Oh, cutting right to the chase, huh?” he said, with his smartass mouth.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him looking at me. With the way he was driving, I thanked God that he knows these back roads like the back of his hand. I have to find a way to get myself out of this situation as fast as possible.
As calmly as I could, I said, “J, you’ve been drinking. Maybe you should take me back home and we can talk tomorrow, okay?”
“I want to talk to you tonight!” I jumped at the sound of anger in his voice. It was a contrast to two seconds ago when he was sucking up. Liquor sure does have a way of producing mood swings.
Not wanting to start an argument while he is driving me around, I tried to ease the tension in the car. “Okay, J, what is it that you want to talk about?”
He smirked “You better not sleep with him. I’m the only one that can have you.”
Hoping not to piss him off, but not going to agree with him either, I said, “He’s my boyfriend now. You need to let me go.” Even though Aaron and I are not sleeping together, Jeremy was my first and only, but he doesn’t have to know that.
I could see the pain on his face. He whispers, “Kare, I can’t.”
With those three simple words, I knew that tonight was not going to end well. “J, you graduated and are in college, I’m sure there are plenty of other girls that you can be with.” I was hoping to reason with him, but I knew it was probably hopeless.
He seemed amused. “You don’t think I know that?!”
Getting nowhere and wanting to go home, I pop off without thinking. “Oh, I remember from when we were dating!”
Suddenly, he slammed on his brakes. My hands flew up to keep me from flying face first into the dash, as he grabs my ponytail and pulls me to him. He was so close to my face that I tried to turn my head to escape the alcohol coming from his rapid breaths.
“You have obviously forgotten how to speak to me!” he said in a low growl.
“I’m s-sorry.” It was all I could think of to say.
With a grunt, he threw me back to my side of the car like a rag doll. I just sat there in a daze trying to think of what was wrong with him, besides being drunk. He had never really been physical with me before, just controlling. I sat there quietly, hoping he would calm himself.
“So you think since you have your pathetic little high school boyfriend that you can say what you want to me?”
I just sit here, wringing my shaking hands, hoping he can’t see how scared I am. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing he got to me. I don’t dare to answer the question, either. I peek over to see his knuckles turn white, as he grips the steering wheel and tries to calm down. However, with the alcohol running through his veins, there was no way of that happening and I knew it.
“Answer me!” he yelled, making me jump again.
“No, I’m sorry,” I said, hoping that would calm him down a little.
“That’s what I thought!” He glared at me.
“What did you want to talk about, J?”
“I want you.” His tone softened so much that I almost did a double take to see whom I was talking to.
Oh, my god. Not this again! “You broke up with me, remember?”
“So? I want you back now.” He can’t seriously be thinking that he can just drop me and pick me back up when it’s convenient for him.
I’m sure I had a dumbfounded look on my face when I looked at him. “I would love to be friends. I still care about you, but I don’t want to be with you. I’m sorry, J.”
He sat there, still gripping the steering wheel and staring out the front window. I can tell he’s not going to let it go this time so I try to contemplate a way of getting home.
I break the silence. “I’m sorry about what happened between us, but I’m happy now and I want you to be, too. I can walk home from here, okay?”
He sat quietly, looking deep in thought. As I go to move my hand towards the door handle, he grabs my arm. Before I could protest, he pulled me across the center console, opened his door, hauled me out, and slamming me up against the side of the car. He held my hands captive while pushing his hips into mine, making it hard to move. He leans down, almost touching noses. When I turned my head away, he released one of my hands to grab my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “Look at me!” Oh, god, it hurt!