Bayou Stix Series: Bayou Stix Limited Edition Box Set (63 page)

Shaking my head, I can’t seem to form the words I’m trying to say. He’s wrong. I
am
good enough. And Micah loves me. He’s wrong.

The front door opening breaks the silence of our staring contest. Micah walks into the room and immediately crosses to me, takes me in his arms, and kisses my hair. “You look gorgeous. Did you sleep well?” Turning his head, he greets his uncle. “Hello, Uncle Max. Nice you could join us tonight. Where’s Aunt Truvy?”

Max looks at me and then at Micah. “Hello, Micah. Truvy wasn’t feeling well, so she stayed in tonight to rest. You were right, Bradi here is beautiful. Quite captivating and smart.” He looks right at me. “It was nice talking to you. Miss St. James. Think about what I said.” He inclines his head to me and walks out of the room.

Micah looks at me. “What did you two talk about? Did he bore you to death with politics?”

Smiling, I reach up and pull his head down so I can look into his eyes. “Nothing. We just had general conversation. Did you get a good tree?”

We had a wonderful night filled with family and love. We ate, drank, and decorated the tree. Micah and his dad talked about the House and an upcoming session and I sat back and took everything in, filing it away. Later that night, I crossed the hall into his room and we made love like we’d never made love before. Then I packed my bags, called Lexi, and left the house without a backwards glance.

Merry Christmas, Micah. Things are better this way.

Erik

Six years ago

J
oe and I have been together for over a year now. Things are great. We love each other and we’re both fully committed. He’s going home to Alabama for Winter Break and I’ll be staying here with Lexi. I don’t like to leave her alone and Bradi is at Micah’s parents’ house.

We’ve decided to hunker down and decorate my dorm room and we’ve grabbed the most desperate, pathetic little tree we could find. Lexi insisted that it wasn’t the tree’s fault it was so ugly and it just needed some love to make it beautiful. So, now I have a six foot tree with hardly any branches and holes all over it and we’re about to decorate it with red and gold bulbs, a gold star, and some icicle tinsel.

We have the radio on continuous Christmas music and we’re both singing along as we sort ornaments. Lexi decides it’s time to start decorating and she starts putting the glass bulbs on the tree. “Lex, are you seriously going to study the tree for five minutes before you place every bulb?”

She turns to me and cocks her hip while sticking out her tongue. “Yes, E. I have to make sure every ornament is in its perfect place. I can’t just throw them up there.”

Chuckling, I reply, “If you say so. I thought the whole point was to just throw them up there. I wasn’t aware there was a method to the madness.”

She’s reaching up to place a bulb toward the top and the DJ’s voice comes through the speakers.
“Ladies and gentlemen, a brand new rendition of ‘The Little Drummer Boy’ for all of you Bayou Stix fans. It’s rapidly climbing the charts. Enjoy.”
The bulb shatters on the ground as she gasps and we hear the first notes. Running over to the radio, I turn the volume down, and turn to her. She’s rocking on the ground and her eyes are filled with silent tears.

Striding over, I take her in my arms and hug her as she cries. “Oh, love. I’m sorry. I didn’t know that was coming on. Lex, you have to stop this.”

Sniffling and wiping her face on my shirt, she looks at me. “I know. I am doing better, E. I am. But, I can’t… It still
hurts
.”

Sighing, I lean back. She falls with me and snuggles into the crook of my arm, laying her head on my chest. “I know it does. It’s been almost two years, Lex. He’s not thinking about you, so you need to stop thinking about him.”

Sitting up, she looks at me. Her back straightens. “You think I don’t know that, E?! You think I don’t see the shit in all the tabloids?! I can’t go anywhere without seeing his fucking face! He’s screwing a different woman every night. Fuck him. I’m trying, ok?” She punches the floor and I sit up. “I dated Josh for a bit. I even had sex with him, thinking it would help, but it didn’t. And I’m
not
like him!” She punches the floor again and I take her hands in mine.
“I’m NOT like Jude Delecroix!”

Pulling her to me, I hug her. “No, love, you aren’t. You’re good. I just want you to be happy.”

She kisses my cheek and lays her head on my shoulder again. “I
am
happy, E. You, Bradi, and Micah are enough. My heart is full.” Then, she looks at me. “You’re happy with Joe, right? I mean y’all have been together for a year now.”

Laughing, I grab a pillow and hit her with it. “Yeah, I’m happy. I love him. I never thought I’d have someone like him. I’m happy.”

Grinning at me, she says, “I’m happy you’re happy. He’s one hot piece of man meat!”

Just then my computer pings with a new instant message. Laughing, I hop up and go check it. It’s from Joe.
“I miss you.”

Smiling, I type back,
“Miss you too. Enjoy your trip and I’ll talk to you later.”

Another ping comes through a few minutes later.
“Will do. Hey, Erik?”

I glance over my shoulder to see Lexi sweeping the broken ornament into a dust-pan, before quickly typing out a reply.
“Yeah?”

There’s no reply so, frowning I get up and go take the pan from Lex. As I’m emptying it into the trash can, I hear the sound I’ve been waiting for, and race back to the desktop to read.
“I love you, ok?”

I know he loves me. That’s a little weird. And why did he call me Erik?! He always calls me EJ.

Lexi sees me frowning at the screen and walks over. “What’s up, E? Why the frown?”

Shrugging and shaking my head to clear it, I turn to her and smile. “Nothing, love. Joe just seems a little off. I’m sure it’s nothing. So, are we decorating this tree, or what?”

Looking at the computer once more, I turn as she grabs my hand, and we decorate the rest of the tree.

We fall asleep lying on the floor in the glow of the tree lights. My mind is wandering at Joe’s last message as I drift into sleep. Why would he write the “ok” at the end of it? And why did he write out my name?

The ringing of Lexi’s cell phone wakes us up about 2AM. She starts and reaches blindly for it before mumbling a sleepy “hello.” She sits up and I can immediately tell something is wrong. “Wait… no, stop… slow down…. What happened, Bradi? Are you sure? I think you should wait until the morning and talk to him first… No… Ok… Of course, I’ll come get you. What’s the address? Ok, I’ll be there as fast as I can…”

She looks at me and I see the worry in her eyes. “I have to go get Bradi. Something happened. She’s leaving Micah.”

Wait, what? Bradi is leaving Micah? Why? Those two are made for each other. What the hell happened?

“It’s 2AM, Lex. I’m coming with you.” I’m already pulling my shoes on and grabbing a sweatshirt. “What happened?”

Lexi is wringing her hands. “I don’t know. I just know she needs us to come get her. We’ll figure it out. Let’s go.”

We head out to Micah’s parents’ and neither of us speaks. As we pull through the massive gates and reach the house, we see Bradi waiting outside. She heads straight to the car. Getting out, I grab her bags and throw them into the trunk. “What’s going on, Bradi? What did he do?”

She looks at me and I am shocked by the complete desolation I see on her face. “Nothing. He didn’t do anything. I just don’t want to be with him. I don’t want
this
.” She gestures towards the house.

Something is not right. What the hell happened?

She looks at me and I see the pain in her eyes. “Can we just go, E?”

Shaking my head and throwing one more look over my shoulder at the house, I gesture for her to get in the car. The girls huddle together in the back seat, whispering, as I take them back to the dorm.

Bradi refuses to come to my room, since it’s also Micah’s room, so we head to theirs. As she kicks off her shoes and curls up under the covers, we hear her cry herself to sleep.

The feeling of foreboding I got from Joe’s message intensifies.

At 6AM the next morning, Bradi’s cell phone starts ringing. One call after the other, for over an hour. Then Lexi’s phone rings and Bradi tells her to ignore it. Finally. at 7:30AM, my cell rings. Micah is my friend. I’m not ignoring his call, and so I take it in the hall.

Running my hand over my face to prepare myself, I answer, “Hello.”

Immediately, I’m greeted by a frantic Micah. “Erik! Bradi is gone! She left. She left me! She left me a note. She’s not answering her phone. Why is she not answering her phone? Neither is Lexi. What the fuck is going on? Why did she leave me? Is she with you?
What the hell is going on?
”

Once I can get a word in, I start. “She’s ok. She’s here. Lexi is with her. I don’t know. Dude, what happened?”

After ten minutes of talking to him, I head back into the room and face the two girls. Bradi is sitting in the middle of her bed, hugging a pillow, and Lexi is looking helplessly at me. I speak. “Bradi, Micah is frantic. He doesn’t know what happened or why you left. What happened?”

She turns her head and glares at me. “Nothing. I just don’t want to be with him. This weekend showed me that.”

Crossing my arms, I look at her incredulously. “You ‘don’t want to be with him?’ No offense, Bradi, but you’re full of shit!”

She jumps off of the bed and pokes me in the chest, then she shoves me. “
Fuck you, Erik!
Maybe you should worry about your own love life and stay out of mine. I tried the relationship thing, and it doesn’t work for me. I don’t want to be with him!” Then she starts throwing things into a bag.

I stare her down the entire time. I don’t know what’s going on, but something is. And what did she mean “worry about my own love life?” She brushes past me and heads to the door. I grab her arm as she walks past. “Bradi.” She won’t look at me. So, I shake her a little. “Bradi!” She pierces me with her green eyes and I stagger at the raw pain in them. “Bradi?” I question.

Shaking her head as tears roll down her face, she whispers, “Let it go, Erik. Just let it go.” She reaches for the door and opens it. And runs straight into Micah.

He gasps and reaches for her arms. Looking at him, she says, “I don’t love you and I don’t want to be with you, Micah. Don’t call me again. I’m sorry.” Then she brushes past him and leaves him staring after her in the hallway of the dorm on Christmas Eve.

Lexi looks helplessly from Bradi’s retreating figure to Micah and then to me. Taking his arm, I lead him to our room as Lexi sighs and closes their door.

Once in our room, I settle a shell-shocked Micah into a chair and grab the bottle of Jack he keeps hidden in the desk. Opening it, I hand it to him. He never even looks at it, just swallows. And then takes another swig.

Finally, the silence is too much and he looks at me. He looks like shit. “What the fuck happened, Erik? What did I do?” His voice fades on the last word.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I just look at him. “I don’t know. Something happened. You have no idea what?”

Shaking his head, he takes another shot. “No. I don’t know. We were fine. When we went to bed last night… we were fine. I have to go back. Home, I mean. I ran out of there after talking to you. But, my mom keeps calling. I have to go home.”

Taking the bottle from him, I squat down. “Do that, man. I’ll bring you home. You can’t drive like this. Go home, spend some time with your family. Try to enjoy the holidays. I’ll see you soon and you can call if you need to. Just give her some space for a bit.”

He groans. “She lied.”

I’m taken aback. “What?”

He looks at me and his eyes are wild, but glazed. “She fucking lied. She said she didn’t love me. She lied.”

Standing him up, I can’t help but agree with him. But right now, I have to get my roommate and friend home for Christmas.

Bradi

Six years ago

G
od, I hurt. I should probably get up. But, why? Three days of staying drunker than shit to avoid the pain… I need to get up.