Damaged Love (Bound Series Book 2) (11 page)

“Have you lost your fucking mind? Do you think I would let you console me? You’re delusional.”

He backs away with his hands in the air.

“Patrice, I owe you an apology as well. I never should have raped you, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to earn your forgiveness. I never meant to hurt you. I was not in my right mind that night. I was drunk.”

“And that is an excuse!” I scream, “You raped someone. You forced yourself on someone, and you think that you can say
I’m sorry
and it’ll be okay?”

“Kayla, I know you’re angry, but I am still your father.”

“Ha! That’s funny. A father? A father is someone who makes you feel safe, kisses you when you’re hurt, and tells you he loves you. A father protects you from harm. Did you ever do any of those?”

“I will never be able to take back what happened in the past. I was wrong. I hope one day you can forgive me.”

“Are you done? Did you do what you came to do? Did you get it all off your chest? Is your conscience clear?”

“Patrice, can you please forgive me? I am sorry, and if I live a hundred years, you’ll never know how sorry I am. But on the positive side—“

“What positive side? You raped my mother. You’re a fucking monster!”

“The positive side is you were conceived.”

“Good job! You created a child that you let get hurt for years. There was sexual, mental, and physical abuse inflicted by the hands of the kids you raised as your sons. Oh, but that’s right, they aren’t yours. So, is that why you’re apologizing? You’re trying to make things right? You can go since you’ve cleared your chest. I will never accept your apology. You’ll never receive forgiveness from me. Go fuck yourself in the seventh circle of hell until you burn to ashes and are fucking dead.”

I stand to leave, but he continues, “I understand that you have every right to feel that way and say those things, but I am truly sorry, Kayla.”

“Don’t come here feeding me some bullshit story just to make it easier for you to sleep at night. Guess what? It will never change the past, so stay the fuck away from me and leave me the fuck alone.”

I turn to walk out, but I hear him say to Patrice, “I am sorry for what I did to you in college. Forcing myself on you despite the amount of alcohol is still no excuse. I’d like you to know that the regret and guilt of hurting you or letting Kayla be hurt haunts me and has for over twenty years. It will until the day I take my last breath.”

“Well, that day can’t come soon enough!” I scream and walk to the door.

Patrice is frozen and appears unable to speak, so I tell him.

“I think I speak for both of us when I say this. Seth, do the world a favor and just fucking kill yourself. You have no clue what you did. Let me tell you, you raped a woman. You took her choice away. All those years of you running for office, how would you have felt if the voters took your choice away? You’d have been pissed, but then again, you may have just swept it under the rug like you did with me. You treated me like I was no one, like I was a cheap trick. You sent me away Seth, with nothing more than a check. I had no one. I had nothing. Do you know I was addicted to drugs? Do you know I sold my soul to the devil? I was always looking over my shoulder. I was eighteen and alone. I have been fighting addiction since. I even bought drugs just the other day. Did you know that? No of course not. Do you know who stopped me from shooting up? It wasn’t you. It was Rodney. A man who has known me for roughly a few months. He stopped me. He found me. Where the fuck were you? I am sure you were doing what you always do, you were probably balls deep in some whore who is young enough to be your daughter. Like it would matter to you. You have a thing for raping women.”

“But now all of a sudden you are sorry. And I am supposed to just forgive you?? Ha-ha you got jokes. I will tell you when I walk out of this room, my conscious is clear. I have never wanted anyone out my life more than you. You have no soul. You will fit right in hell when you get there. You are a low-life bastard who don’t deserve forgiveness. Make sure you tell your son hello for me. You are not worth me wasting another breath on. I am done with this conversation and I am done with you. After today don’t contact me. Lose my number and forget where I live, because you are no longer welcome here. If I see you so much as breathing the same air as me, you better act like you have no clue who I am. I wouldn’t spit on you if you were on fire.”

I get in his face and tell him, “You are dead to me.”

I walk out before he can see me break down. I will not give him the power to make me break, and he will never see me shed another tear.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Self Defense

“A life is not important except in the impact it has on other lives.”

~Jackie Robinson

I open the door and find exactly what I expected—Garrett and Rodney standing there without saying a word. I look at Garrett and walk into his arms.

“Did you guys get a good ear full?”

I can’t be mad at them because I know they were there to help if we needed it. The only person I’m truly pissed at is Seth. I pull myself from Garrett’s arms and walk toward my room, closing the door behind me. I sit down on the bed and cry. I know I should forgive Seth—my faith tells me to, but right now, I can’t.

I see Garrett walk into the room through my watery eyes, and he sits on the bed beside me.

“Are you okay?”

I glare at him and say, “I’m not. He wants me to forgive him, and I know I should, Garrett, but I can’t. These wounds are too deep.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yes. I do.”

He looks at me, his shock obvious. I can’t blame him for feeling this way because I always say no when he offers.

“Where do I begin?”

“Wherever you’re comfortable,” he takes my hand and raises it to his lips.

I wipe a tear that runs down my face before I begin.

“All my life, the only thing I wanted was a family. I wanted a mom and dad. Well, now I have both, and I am so thankful Patrice has moved here fulltime and has started a practice. She’s in love with Rodney and I couldn’t be happier for her. I’m still hurt by the adoption admission, but I understand it better now. Patrice has opened her heart and life to me. She knows things about me no one will ever know and that’s okay. I was hurt for a while when I found out she was my mom, but now it feels right. I can’t imagine every having that bond with someone else. She is my mom, and I love her. Seth, however, is a different story. There is absolutely no connection or bond there.”

“He had me my entire life. Hell, I lived under the same roof as my father all my life and he’s a stranger to me. How is that for bullshit? I don’t have the first clue about him. I couldn’t tell you what he likes to eat, his birthday. Hell, I don’t even know my grandparents. He never showed that side of himself. We didn’t celebrate the holidays. The only reason I ever knew it was a birthday or holiday was because we all received money.”

“But he sent me away like I was nothing. He gave me half a million dollars to leave. The whole time I was gone, if he had reached out to me, I could have saved myself from all the hurt I put myself through.”

“I became addicted to heroin and sold myself for drugs. I did things I’m not proud of. I was constantly looking over my shoulder. When I finally got clean and sober, it was because of Patrice. She helped me see myself. The entire reason I am back home is because Patrice told me it was time. It was never Seth.”

“Then I came home and all was good for six months. Then all hell broke loose. I got you all mixed up in this shit. All of you would have been better if I would have stayed away.”

“Kay honey, I love you, and I am so glad you came back,” he interrupts me.

“How can you love me after I told you what I’ve done?”

“Kayla, we all have a past we aren’t happy with but you’ve made your life better. Your past only defines you if you allow it to. So, are you going to let it? I would love you no matter what you’ve done. You are my reason for breathing. I think of you before I make any decisions. I think of you before I think of myself. I would move oceans to make things easier for you. How can I not want to be with you?”

“I don’t want the future to be ruined because of my past. Can you accept my flaws? I’m not perfect. I’m positive I’ll fuck up more times than not but I will always stay on track as long as you believe in me.”

“Kayla, I love you no matter what. One day I will marry you and then we are going to have beautiful babies together. I would ask you now, but I don’t have a ring.”

“Garrett, thank you for believing in me and remember I want a pink diamond when you ask.”

He starts laughing.

“Can we get out of here for a little while? We can take a drive and see where we end up. I want away from all this fucked up shit.”

A few minutes later, we leave in his truck and drive without saying a word for the longest time. He finally breaks the comfortable, peaceful silence.

“Hey Kay, that amazing band call
Last Moment
is performing at Club Fuchsia. I know you love their lead singer. Would you like to go?”

“Yes, I would absolutely love to go. I kind of have a mad crush on Alex the lead singer. She is a bad ass rocker chick. I know they made a brief appearance here last month just to check on the venue. I would love to actually listen to them sing. I am not really dressed to go out though.” I am in jeans and sweater and thigh high boots.

“Kay, you could wear a wool sack and you would still be stunning.”

“Aww, I know you are just trying to make me smile, but its sweet.”

“Wyatt and VI are meeting us there. Is that okay?”

“Duh, I can’t enjoy this without my number one Bitch.”

“You really love her don’t you?”

I look over at him and grab his hand, “Yes, I love her. She’s part of my heart, the same as you and Wyatt.”

I look out the window and see all the homes decorated for Christmas. I can’t wait to get the house decorated.

“Garrett, I bought a Christmas tree today, and it’ll be delivered tomorrow. Will you help me decorate it? I want to make this Christmas huge.”

“I will help you with anything babe. All you have to do is ask.”

Before long we are at the club, and the beat of the music is hypnotizing. I watch the people dance close to each other. There are people grinding on each other then there are those couples who act like no one else is around.

“Wyatt is doing well with this club.” Garrett says.

“Yeah, he is. It was a much needed staple here in Seattle. Did he tell you he is thinking of doing a teen night on Wednesdays?”

“No he didn’t but I think that would be a great thing to do. He would stay busy, and they need some place to hang out.”

VI and Wyatt meet us and we party the night away. Toward the end of the night, I finally hear some good news. VI and Wyatt announce they are officially a couple, and they want to see where things can lead between them. Neither liked the idea of the other seeing someone else, so they made it
Facebook official.

I laugh at this because I had given her shit about it just the other day. I have known they need it to just become exclusive. I can see the love they have for each other. It’s about damn time they saw it and admitted it so they can see if they’re meant to be—just like Garrett and I are meant to be. I mean, look at what we’ve been through, and we’ve made it work.

I raise my glass and make a toast, “It’s about damn time you two finally saw what the world has seen for the last few months.”

After, we all hit the dance floor and let loose, but before long I get an eerie feeling that something is off and something is going to happen, but I have no fucking clue what it could possibly be.

VI and I are on the dance floor while our men have a drink. We dance our asses off to the club-mix before
Last Moment
takes the stage.

I look over and see a woman walking toward Garrett. He tenses up.

I grab VI and tell her we have to get to the bar. She looks over and sees Reagan. The club is pretty packed, and the dance floor is where most seem to want to be. So we make our way over to the bar only to hear Garrett.

“You need to stay the fuck away from her. We’re together now, and you have to fucking accept that and stay the fuck away.”

I walk up with my biggest bitch face on and ask, “Is everything okay baby?” Then I kiss him with more raw passion than I planned but I really don’t give a fuck.

So after we break the kiss and catch our breath, I turn to Reagan, “You need to leave.”

“Oh Kayla, did you ever tell your precious Garrett what you and your friend here did to me in the parking lot last time we were all here?”

“No, I don’t have to tell him everything. He trusts me, unlike you.”

“Oh, so you don’t think he would like to know that you and VI tased me and broke my nose.”

I hear Garrett laugh.

“Are you seriously laughing Garrett? Your girlfriend messed up my face, and I have scars all down my body.”

“Reagan I’m sorry, but your face was already messed up. I think I made some improvements. Now at least your nose is straight because before it was not. Your plastic surgeon needs some glasses.” VI says.

I look shyly over at Garrett and he knows.

“I already knew. Wyatt has cameras you know. I have known since that night. We were in the office watching.”

I look over at him stunned. He never said anything to me.

Wyatt walks over and tells her it’s time to go.

“Here, let VI and I show you out.” I say.

I take one arm, VI takes the other arm, and we drag her out the back entrance so I can share a few choice words with the cunt.

When we get out back, we let go and she start swinging and ranting, “You’ll never make him happy. You’re not good enough.”

In order to shut her up, I pushed her backward, knowing her head will hit the brick wall behind her.

“Oh Kayla, you act like that was supposed to hurt. So I hit my head on a wall. Big deal.”

“Reagan, I have dealt with your smart ass mouth since we were kids, but I am over it. I want you to leave my man alone.”

“Awe, that is cute. You think he is your man.”

“He is my man. He sleeps in my bed every night and is in my pussy every day.” I see that I am pissing her off.

“Reagan, did you know that I make his eyes roll back in his head when I have his dick in my mouth.”

“You are a fucking whore. First you sleep with your brothers, then you sleep with Garrett.”

“I’m the whore? You’re fucking hilarious. I’m not the one who got caught with two men fucking you in Garrett’s home, and I heard that they had to have surgery. Awe poor guys, hope they are okay.”

She spits in my face, and I slap her. “You fucking cunt. I am so over your petty childish games. You want to fight? Let’s do it.”

I have her pinned up against the wall and hit her face. I hear bones cracking. Blood is running down her face. I take a step back just to catch my breath and the next thing I know, I feel a knife slicing my hip. I reach my hand down and feel a slice going up to my ribs, and then I hear a gunshot. When I turn to look over at VI, she has tears running down her face. She keeps repeating it’s over. VI is still holding her gun, and it’s still aimed at Reagan’s lifeless body on the ground.

“I had to. She would have killed you if I didn’t stop her.”

I walk over to VI, feeling the blood ooze out of my side and down my body. As I get to her, I take the gun out of her shaking hands and wrap her in my arms.

I whisper, “Thank you, VI. You saved my life.”

I put the gun on safety and slip it back into her purse and call Rodney to come out. When he finally arrives, I explain to him what happened.

He agrees if VI had not taken action, the bitch would have tried to kill me or would have kept trying until she got the job done.

Rodney said he would be coming to write up the report and get everything all wrapped up in a nice neat lil bow and that he doesn’t think any charges will be filled because there are witnesses to prove we did not start the fight.

By this time, the guys have pinned us out side and see a dead Reagan laying at our feet with a bullet hole in the center of her head and me bleeding.

So Wyatt locks the backdoor so that no one from the club can come out back.

Wyatt leads us to a bench, where he places thirty-two butterfly bandages on my hip and side after it had been cleaned.

I put my shirt back on, and Rodney walks in to take our statements, but no charges will be filed because VI shot Reagan to prevent her from killing me.

It was all caught on tape from the cameras monitoring the peer.