The Coincidence 06 The Resolution of Callie & Kayden (8 page)

‘I think I’m broken,’ I whisper as a tear or two fall from my eyes. I feel like such a fucking pussy. This is ridiculous. Crying over something so stupid. Something I shouldn’t be crying over.

Shaking her head, Callie climbs over the console and sits on my lap, facing me with a leg on each side. ‘You’re not broken, Kayden. Why would you ever say that?’

‘Because …’ My hands start to quiver as she guides my arms around her waist. ‘Because a tiny part of me doesn’t even feel bad for him.’ Before I can see her reaction, which I’m sure is filled with disgust, I lower my head onto her shoulder and breathe in her comforting scent.

After a few minutes of gripping onto her and sobbing, I manage to get my crying under control, but the silence in the car is heavier than my tears. I’m not sure what to say to her, what she’s thinking, feeling. God, I wish I could read her mind, see into her soul like I swear she sees into mine.

‘You know that day when you beat up Caleb?’ she finally asks, her voice slightly choked up.

It’s not what I was expecting her to say, but I still lean back to look at her as I nod. ‘Of course I remember it. It was the day I felt I finally did something for you, instead of the other way around.’

I’d lost it that day when I found out Caleb Miller, a guy who was a little bit older than me and grew up in our town, was the one who raped Callie when she was twelve. I’d wanted him to pay for it somehow, so I did the only thing I could – beat the shit out of him.

‘Well, I remember when I heard about it – about what you did.’ Her voice cracks. ‘I hated to admit it, considering all of the bad stuff that happened afterward to you, but a part of me felt relieved, maybe even a little bit grateful.’

‘But you deserved to feel that way,’ I assure her. ‘What he did to you was fucking horrible and sick and wrong.’

‘Just like what your father did to you,’ she says with pressing eyes. When I start to look away, she places her hand on my face and forces me to look at her. ‘Kayden, I’ve heard some of the stories about the things he’s done, and I’m pretty sure you’ve made sure not to tell me the worst of them, considering’ – she glances down at my chest – ‘how big some of those scars are.’

‘But I don’t want to be like him,’ I say in a strangled whisper. ‘I don’t want to be full of rage and hate like him.’

‘Why would you ever think you were like him? You’re not in any way, shape, or form.’

‘But I’m relieved because he’s hurt, like he deserved it somehow. And that’s something he would do – feel relief by hurting people.’

‘That’s different, Kayden. Way, way different. And you didn’t hurt him.’

She’s saying pretty much what my therapist said to me today when I went to talk to him about how I was feeling. And part of me gets why they’re telling me this, but the other part of me – the one that fears turning out like my grandfather and my father – can’t get over how full of hate my reaction is.

‘I know, but …’ I can’t meet her gaze, my eyes on the parking lot, the stars in the sky, anywhere but at her.

‘But what?’ She urges me to tell her, to look at her, not to shut down like I have in the past. And I want to give her that. I really do, but I need to figure out how.

‘What if I keep getting set off?’ I finally dare say, forcing my attention back on her.

Her gaze swallows me up. ‘I’m not sure what you mean.’

I raise my wrist. ‘What if things only get worse and return to this. The last time my father was in my life, this shit owned me.’

Worry masks her face. ‘But he’s not in your life anymore.’

‘He might be. I mean, what if the rest of my family takes him back. And Dylan … he wants me to come out there for a week. I think he suggested it because he thought it’d help being around him while going through this, but I don’t know.’ I shrug. ‘I’ve never associated my family with helping me in anyway. Even Dylan.’

‘Then don’t go,’ she states simply, cupping my face between her hands, making me look at her. ‘You’re not under any obligation to go there. You’ve suffered enough. And if you think this is going to be hard, then you deserve not to go. You have me, Seth, and Luke all here for you, so you’re not alone in any of this. You’re never, ever alone.’

I force down the massive lump welling in my throat. ‘I know that, but I feel guilty that you guys have to put up with my shit. And I feel guilty for bailing on my family.’

‘Well, you don’t need to feel guilty about anything.’ Her voice shakes with anger, startling me. ‘You don’t owe them anything, only yourself, so do what
you
want to do and no one else.’

‘But what if … what if
she
calls me?’

‘You mean your mom?’

‘Yeah, I’m not sure I ever want to talk to her again.’ I hate that I sound like a scared little boy, but I can’t seem to control it. My mother was the type of woman who pretended not to see anything, even though she saw
everything
. All those years she let my father beat me, even called me in sick for school when I was too broken to go. ‘Sometimes, I feel like I hate her just as much as my father.’ I raise my hands between us and let my head fall into them. ‘God, I don’t want to do this – go back to that shit. I thought I’d moved on from it.’

‘You don’t have to let her into your life. If they don’t make you happy, don’t let them in. Life is all about the happiness, Kayden, and you should never settle for anything less.’ Callie opens the driver side door so she can climb out of the car. ‘Now scoot over. I’m going to take you somewhere.’

I lift my head up to look at her. ‘But what about the concert? You were looking forward to this and I can go back inside. It’s probably better if I do anyway, instead of sitting out here having a pity party.’

She rolls her eyes, lightening the mood a smidgeon. ‘You’re not having a pity party.’ She enfolds her arms around herself, shivering as her breath puffs out. ‘And besides, it wasn’t the concert I was looking forward to so much as spending time with you all dressed up.’

‘And I want to give that to you. You deserve to have what you want.’

Her intense gaze is locked on mine. ‘I have what I want every single day.’

Is it possible to fall in love with someone even when you’re already in love with them? Because I’m pretty sure I just did.

‘Where are we going?’

She motions me to scoot over to the passenger seat. ‘No way. I’m not telling. You’re just going to have to trust me.’

It only takes me a beat to move over. Because in the end, I do trust her more than anything else in my life.

He freaked me out. Not with what he said about his feeling toward his family – that’s understandable – but he cut himself again and has that lost look in his eyes like he did last year when he was pushing me away. And while it’s not as bad as it was, it still has me worried I might lose him to himself if he decides to go back into that dark place inside his head.

Yes, I know I could live without him if I had to, know life would have to go on, but goddammit, I don’t want to live my life without Kayden. He means more to me than anyone else that’s in or has ever been in my life. Whether he realizes it or not, he saved me once when I was stuck in a dark place. And I want to show him so he’ll understand what he means to me, that he is important, that he’s a good person, and that happiness does exist every single day when he’s with me.

The first place I take him to is the campus. I know he’s completely confused when I pull into the mostly vacant parking lot and park the car as close as I can to the main entrance.

‘You know it’s almost midnight,’ Kayden says, unbuckling his seatbelt. ‘If someone sees us, they might call the cops, especially considering it’s Halloween.’

‘I know.’ I unfasten my own seatbelt, open the door, and the night breeze is gusting in. ‘But it’s worth the risk. I promise.’

Confused, he gets out of the car then meets me at the front and slips his fingers through mine. We walk silently across the icy grass, holding hands, and counting the stars. In the distance, I can hear the sounds of shouting and music, probably from a party, but still, the emptiness around us makes me feel at peace.

‘This alone is making me feel better.’ Kayden shucks off his jacket. ‘Other than you look like you’re freezing to death.’

‘I’m fine,’ I tell him, but he makes me take his jacket any way. I slip my arms through the sleeves and breathe the musky scent of his cologne.

‘Smell good?’ He cracks a smile for the first time when he notices me sniffing the fabric of his jacket.

‘I like the smell of you,’ I admit, taking another deep inhale. His smile expands and makes my heart in my chest do the same thing. ‘I’m glad you’re smiling; I was getting worried.’

He sighs, the smile vanishing from his face. ‘I hate that I make you worry so much.’

‘You worry about me all the time,’ I point out, ‘and whether or not I’m getting what I deserve, which I am.’

His lips part to argue, but then he seals them back up when I come to a stop in the center of the sidewalk. The only thing nearby is the old-looking brick entrance to the main office of the University of Wyoming that’s surrounded by trees and a few benches.

‘So this’ – I gesture at the ground with my hand – ‘is the first thing I want to show you.’

His brow furrows as he stares down at the concrete. ‘Okay … It’s a really nice spot of sidewalk, I guess.’ He lifts his gaze back up to me. ‘I’m so confused.’

‘I can tell.’ I’m trying not to laugh at him, but his puzzlement is cute. ‘This is where you first ran into me. Literally.’

Recognition clicks. ‘Shit, I remember that. I was trying to catch a football Luke threw and totally took you out.’ He shakes his head, but the rigidness in his body is starting to unravel as his mind wanders to something else. ‘I can’t believe you ever went out with me after that.’

‘I didn’t want to,’ I admit. ‘Or I was afraid of you anyway.’

‘I don’t blame you. I’m surprised you didn’t get hurt.’

‘No, I wasn’t afraid of you because of that.’

‘What do you mean?’ he wonders, getting confused all over again. ‘Why were you afraid of me, then?’

I tug on his arm, pulling him in the direction of the car. ‘Come on and I’ll show you.’

‘Okay, I know this restaurant,’ he says proudly after the waitress seats us in a corner booth that’s decorated with a glowing pumpkin and a purple and black lantern. It’s late enough that there’s hardly anyone around, except for a few drunk college kids in the bar area dressed up for Halloween. ‘This is where we first had dinner. But it wasn’t a date. Luke and Seth were here.’

‘I remember.’ I’m all smiles as I open my menu. ‘But it was the closest thing I had to a date.’

‘Callie, I’m sorry’ – he frowns – ‘that you were so alone for so long.’

‘I didn’t bring you here to feel sorry for me, Kayden.’ I glance up from the menu and meet his gaze. ‘Me being alone was based on the fact that I didn’t trust anyone. But that night, I trusted you.’

‘Really?’ he asks doubtfully as he flips open the menu in front of him. ‘You seemed like you didn’t want to have anything to do with me, especially when I reached out to take your hand.’

‘That’s because I was terrified. I had to run to the bathroom to empty out my stomach,’ I explain. When he starts to say something, I add, ‘I didn’t bring you here to talk about my past problems. I’ve done enough of that to last me a lifetime.’ I reach across the table and place my hand over his. ‘I brought you here to show you this.’ I nod at my hand on his. ‘This is possible because of you.’

He shakes his head. ‘No, this is possible because you’re strong. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, Callie. I swear to God, I don’t know how you do it.’

‘I do it because I have good people in my life that make everything worth it.’

He sighs, disheartened. ‘You’re always glowing with positivity. I wish I could be like that.’

‘Yeah,
now
I am. But if you had talked to me before college, you wouldn’t have thought so. I was weak back then.’

His hand begins to tremble beneath mine. ‘That’s not true. Remember that night … that night you stepped in when,’ he lowers his voice, ‘when my father was beating me. It takes a shitload of strength to do that.’

‘And it takes a shitload of strength to survive that,’ I press, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. ‘And to tell someone about it. Like you did.’

He grits his teeth. ‘Eventually, but I put you through hell until I did.’

‘It took me forever with Caleb.’ My pressing tone meets his. ‘It took me almost seven years to tell anyone. And you didn’t put me through hell.’

He doesn’t know what to say. Kayden has always been great at trying to give me confidence, but being on the receiving end of the line has always been a struggle for him. In high school, I would have never believed it. Gorgeous star quarterback dating the most popular girl in school, I thought he radiated self-worth. Boy, was I wrong.

‘I wish things could have been different for you,’ he utters softly, tracing my knuckles with his thumb. ‘I wish you could have been happy all of your life.’

‘Yeah, it would have been nice,’ I agree. ‘I know it might sound crazy – and trust me, I wish more than anything I never knew Caleb – but the thing is, what happened to me did happen and I can’t change it, so there’s no use letting it ruin my life. I don’t need to give Caleb that kind of power over me anymore. And besides, I might not be here with you if my life took another path, so I can look at the bad as something I had to go through to get to the good. You are my good, no matter what you want to believe. I’m sitting here, happier than I’ve ever been, because of you. You are my happiness.’

His gaze is flickering from my eyes to my mouth … from my eyes to my mouth … eyes … mouth. ‘Can I kiss you right now?’ he whispers when he’s solely fixated on my lips. ‘I really need to kiss you.’

I nod eagerly. ‘Yes, please.’

He leans over the table and I meet him halfway, smashing my lips to his and willingly sinking into a passionate kiss right there in public. We don’t come up for air until the waitress interrupts us to take our orders. Once she’s gone, Kayden stares at me from across the table with a contemplative look on his face.