Elias (New Adult Romance) (West Bend Saints Book 1) (22 page)

"What the hell happened?" Killian blew into the waiting area like he owned the fucking place.  He was unshaven, boots smeared with grease and dust, jeans torn, wearing a leather jacket and still holding his motorcycle helmet.  A couple of the other people waiting moved to the other side of the room, and Killian tossed them a dirty look.  Then they up and left.  If the circumstances were any different, it would have been funny.

Hell, it
was
fucking funny.  Killian wasn't exactly a slight guy - he was a roughneck and intimidating as hell to most people.

Of course, the four of us together probably were pretty intimidating.

"Glad you're here, man," Silas said, clapping an arm around Killian's back.  "Not like this, but still, good to see you."

"You too, shithead," he said.

"You just fly in?" he asked Luke.

Luke nodded, his jaw clenched.  Luke was real easy-going, didn't let much shit get to him - adrenaline junkie, but when he wasn't jumping out of planes or boarding down the side of a mountain, he was pretty mellow.  You could always tell when he was upset, though- he clenched his jaw, ground his teeth.  When we were kids he cracked one of them, grinding so bad at night.  Our father had found out, said he was going to beat his teeth out of him so he wouldn't need the dentist to remove it, and mom had thrown herself on Luke, taken the beating for him.

"Yeah, been here since last night," Luke said.

"Well, give me the fucking details, then," Killian said.  "These fucking doctors tell you anything that's going on?"

"She's still in the ICU," I said.  "Overdose.  Looks like Tylenol and booze."

"She doesn't even fucking drink," Killian said.

I shook my head.  "They don't think it was much booze."

"Doesn't make sense," Silas said.  "The whole fucking thing doesn't make sense at all."

"What do you mean?" Killian asked.

I sighed.  "Silas has a theory that something's going on here, that the asshole was murdered or some shit," I said.  "He'll tell you all the fuck about it if you listen."

Killian turned toward Silas, and Silas put his hands up.  "I'm not crazy," he said.  "Something's going on, and now this- it doesn't make any sense she'd kill herself, not with the asshole gone now.  He was her whole problem for years.  She'd be happy he's gone."

"Or..." I said.  "Could be like prisoners, you know?"

"What the fuck are you talking about, prisoners?" Luke asked.

"You know, like when prisoners are released after years in prison," I said.  "Kill themselves when they finally get out.  Can't deal with it."

"Where the hell did you hear about that?" Luke asked.

"It was in that movie, the prison one -"

"Shawshank," Killian said.

"Exactly."

Silas rolled his eyes.  "He's going to say my theories are bullshit and crazy, but he's giving you theories that come out of the movies.  Shit."  He paused, his gaze on the television on the other side of the room.  "Isn't that - the screen says River Andrews.  Is that your girl?"

I looked up at the TV, to see her face.  River Andrews, sitting across from one of those talk show hosts whose name I couldn't remember, one of those women famous for making celebrities cry, doing real heart-to-heart bullshit.

"Hey," Silas walked over to one of the nurses in the reception area.  "You got a remote for the TV?  Turn it up right quick, will you?"

She looked at him, then at the television, and raised her eyebrows.  "Oh yeah," she said, clicking with the remote.  "That's that chick that was here in West Bend, isn't it?"

I heard the interview amplified, River's voice louder in the room, and despite everything in me telling me to turn away, not pay attention to what was on the screen, that I didn't want to hear what was coming out of her mouth, I walked over to the television and listened.

Everything else, the hospital noise, my brothers talking, giving each other shit, faded into the background.

"River Andrews," the host smiled, her expression welcoming, disarming.  Like someone's grandmother.  She leaned forward.  "You must have been through a rollercoaster of emotions over the past month, betrayed by your fiancé, running to Colorado..." Her voice trailed off.

River nodded.  "Well, Deborah," she said.  "It
was
a life-altering moment, walking in on Viper and my sister."

I felt sick.  I wanted to turn away, hearing her talk about how she was torn up by her fiancé's cheating.  I didn't need to hear about that shit.

Why torture myself?

I heard River speak again, a response to a question I'd missed.

"It had to be crushing," Deborah said.  "Walking in on the two of them, together, and then learning about their engagement.  Discovering that Viper had been unfaithful for quite some time."

River shook her head.  "I wish them all the best in the world," she said.  "I truly hope they find happiness together."

The host shook her head, and made a face.  "You sound too calm right now, River," she said, baiting her.  "Your mother has plans to release her account of your childhood, your life."

River exhaled, and now I saw the pain in her eyes.  "And it will be my mother's account, not mine," she said.  "None of it is mine."

I felt a pang of empathy for her, knowing her relationship with her mother.  I knew that learning her mother was writing a book about her would hurt her.

"But surely you must have some feelings about all of this, River," she said.  "No one is this calm about all of this."

"Shit," Silas said.  "She was at the bar that day."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.  "Fucking shut up.  I'm trying to hear this."

River smiled.  "A good friend once told me that none of these things are the ones that are important in life.  They're minor."

She was talking about me.  I was the friend.

I wasn't sure if I was pleased that what I'd said mattered, or disappointed that she called me a friend.

"Like what?" Deborah asked.

"Lots of things," River said.  "Family.  Friendship.  Love."

Deborah was more shrewd than she appeared.  Her eyes lit up and she leaned in closer. 
For the kill,
I thought.  "You were linked to someone when you were in Colorado," she said.

River pursed her lips.  I didn't know what the hell she was thinking, but I felt myself hanging on what she was about to say.

"I was," she said.

"A military veteran," Deborah said, looking down at a notecard.  "Bomb disposal.  Injured in Iraq."

"Afghanistan," River corrected.  "Injured in Afghanistan."

"She fucking remembers a lot about you," Silas said, beside me.

"Shut up."  I couldn't take my eyes off the screen.

"And?"  Deborah asked. "Are you and - "

"Elias," River said.

"Elias." Deborah said.  "Well, let me ask the question every single man in America wants to know.  Are you still in touch with Elias?  Was this the real deal, or just a rebound?"

River swallowed, looked down at her lap, then back up at Deborah.  The camera panned in close, focused on her eyes.  She looked directly into the camera.

She was looking directly at me.

I swallowed hard.  Everything faded into the background, and I waited for her to answer.

"I thought it was the real deal," she said.  "He didn't feel the same way.  I was wrong."

Beside me, I heard Silas mutter under his breath.  "Shit."

I thought it was the real thing.

I was wrong.

I didn't know what to say.

I didn't know what to think.

"Shit, man," Silas said.

I was still watching River on the television, but I could only see her lips move.  "Dude," I said, irritated.  "I'm trying to fucking hear this."

"I know," Silas said.  "But I think I know why she left."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I know her," he said.  "I mean, I've seen her before."

"Everyone's seen her before," I said.  "She's a goddamned movie star."

"No, I mean, that day you were at the bar, you went in the bathroom and Roger and I were talking.  She was standing there for a minute, then left.  I didn't know who the fuck she was.  She didn't look like her pictures- all those pictures in the magazines and stuff.  She was blonde.  I thought it was a customer."

"So?" I asked, watching River on the screen.  "Who the fuck cares, man?  It's over."

"No," Silas said.  "You're not getting what I'm saying."

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Roger and I were outside," he said.  "Talking about River."

I slowly turned toward him.  "What did you do?"

I listened to his explanation, his theory that River had heard him talking shit about me and had misread the situation.

I sank into the chair.

River's note.

She thought I was the one who considered this a fling.

She'd left because of me.  Not because she was dumping me to run back to Hollywood.

Talk about some shitty goddamned timing.

Silas sat down beside me.  "Well," he said.  "You have to go after her."

"This isn't a goddamned movie, Silas," I said.  "Mom's in the fucking ICU.  Let it go."

And then one of the doctors walked out of the door, and shook his head.

"I'm afraid I have bad news," he said.