Broken Series (6 page)

Chapter Nine

Mallory

I had a hard time getting my dad settled in. The fact that he wasn’t the same amazingly strong man I remembered was killing me. Rainey pulled up as close as she could to the steps of the front porch and even walking from the car to the living room seemed to exhaust him. It didn’t seem likely he would suddenly surprise everyone and beat the cancer. I was more worried about him with every step he took.

Luckily, our house was a single story, which meant he didn’t have to climb any stairs once he was inside. But he was still tired. He sat on the couch and rested for nearly an hour before he felt well enough to make the trek to his bedroom. Once Rainey and I got him settled in bed, he laid back and almost immediately fell asleep. I stood there, staring at pale skin that had once been tan, at sunken eyes that had once been vibrant and full of life, and my heart broke.

Rainey pulled me out of his room. “He needs rest,” she said.

Tears started to fall onto my cheeks but I couldn’t control them. Rainey pulled me into a hug and squeezed me tight. I started to hyperventilate.

“He’s so sick … I can’t do anything … I don’t … Think I can do this …” I stuttered between gasps for air.

Rainey didn’t speak right away, choosing instead to just hold me until I calmed. She pulled me down on the couch in the living room and we sat there in a hug for a long time. When my anxiety finally started to relent, Rainey pulled away from me. I was still shivering but I managed not to burst into tears again.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“I don’t know if I’m ever going to be okay, Rain. Dad’s dying,” I said weakly.

My whole body felt weighed down, as if it would be difficult to even stand up straight.

“Yes, he is. But he needs you to be strong, Mal. He’s not going to get through this alone.”

She was quietly telling me to stop being a baby and it dawned on me that my friends in Boston would never have encouraged me to buck up. They would probably be crying beside me and I would end up comforting them.

I looked up at Rainey. “Have I ever told you how much I value your friendship? I know we haven’t kept up very well all these years, but the fact that you’re here when I’m falling apart speaks volumes about you.”

I hugged her again as I wondered if I would have been there for her if the situation was reversed. I guessed not. It had taken the imminent death of my own father to get me back into this town and I doubted I would have been swayed by the possible death of a friend’s parent. Some friend I was.

“I’m so sorry I haven’t been the friend I should have been for the last three years.”

She smiled at me. “Shut up. No matter how far away we are, we’ll always be best friends. You stuck by me even through my fat days, and I adore you.”

I was so unworthy of her friendship. She was a genuine friend and I was a fraud. My heart clenched so hard, it felt like someone put a rubber band around it. More tears formed in my eyes.

“Oh, cut that out. We need to be strong!”

She flexed her arm muscles and I laughed before I could stop myself.

“I wish you didn’t have to go back to LA,” I said. I would miss her.

“I’ll be back soon enough. Probably only a couple of weeks. I need the time off, and as a screenwriter, I get to pick and choose my jobs. Plus, if I need to, I can telecommute,” she said.

I was shocked. “You want to come back to this rinky-dink town on a more permanent basis?”

“Well, yeah. You don’t remember me saying it last night? You aren’t allowed to drink for a while, girl. But yes, I am moving back. It’s
home,
” she said.

Home.
I hadn’t referred to Casper as home in a long time. I’d been so sure I was meant for bigger and better things, I never once considered maintaining a life here. It was a small town but I wasn’t sure it was for me. What if I wasn’t happy here? Once Dad was gone, I wouldn’t have any ties to Casper.
Except Luke.
The thought came out of nowhere.

But did I really have a tie to Luke anymore? I wasn’t sure. He’d been my first love, and probably my only
true love,
but I wasn’t certain if he still had a place in my life. I’d spent my entire high school life dedicated to him and our love. Since then, I’d done everything in my power to forget him. He was still in my heart, though, as much as I wished he wasn’t.

He’d taken care of Dad when I hadn’t even known about his illness. He’d rescued me in my drunken state last night and then pushed me away this morning. I wasn’t thrilled with the way he brushed me off, but that didn’t mean I hated him. He was important to me. Ugh. I didn’t want to think about Luke. I needed to focus on Dad.

“I guess,” I said as I dried my tears.

Rainey was doing the same and we both looked ridiculous. I don’t know who started laughing first, but within seconds, we were both in stitches. Gabby walked in and found us like that, still laughing at ourselves.

“What’s so funny?” she asked, hands on her hips like a mother hen.

Her presence only fueled our insanity and Rainey and I laughed harder. Gabby was patient and eventually we quieted down.

“What are you doing here, Gabby?” Rainey asked.

“Baker asked me to keep an eye on you two tonight. So it’s a slumber party!” she announced. She seemed way more enthused about a slumber party than any other twenty-one year old I knew. Then I remembered Gabby had been on her own the last few years since I never visited, and Rainey only came back to town when her mother nagged her.

“Sweet. Do we get to stay up late and eat candy and wear pajamas and play truth or dare?” Rainey was already on board.

“It’ll have to be after my dad goes to sleep for the night. You guys want to hit up the grocery store for goodies?” I asked. I wanted to have a little time with my dad, whenever he woke up.

“Sure! You going to be okay here?” Gabby asked.

“Oh yeah. I can handle Dad,” I said.

The truth was, I wasn’t so sure, but I needed to be able to do it by myself. Even with a home nurse coming for a visit every day, I would still be doing quite a bit for him.

“Okay, let’s go!” Rainey exclaimed.

The two of them were out of the house before I could blink. My tears and fears were forgotten and I figured it was better that way. I didn’t always want to have to lean on someone. I had to do it alone.

“Are they gone?” Dad yelled from his bedroom after the front door closed.

I smiled and headed back to his room. “Yes, Dad, they’re gone. But I have bad news: they’re coming back,” I said.

He groaned. “I guess I will have to deal with it, just like when you were a kid.” He smiled at me as I sat down on the edge of his bed. “You were always so independent, Mallory, I forget sometimes that you need friends. I wish we had more time together.” His eyes became wistful.

“Don’t talk like that, Dad. You aren’t dead yet. You could still beat this cancer,” I said. I knew I shouldn’t give him false hope, but I was the one who needed to hear it. I didn’t want to talk about his impending death.

“We have to talk about it, Mallory. Whether it happens today or three months from now, I want you to know you’re taken care of. Can you get me the file on my dresser, please?” he asked.

I brought it to him and then helped him sit up so he could talk and look through it. I had to have this conversation with him. I might not be ready, but he was. Which meant I had to keep my mouth shut. Dad organized a few of the papers while I pulled a chair closer to his bed and propped my feet up on the edge of the bed.

“First things first. I have a life insurance plan, and it will cover all the costs of the funeral. I want to be cremated and I already purchased a stone and a plot at the cemetery. Once I’m ashes, I expect you to spread me out across the state. I want to spend eternity in Maine. I love this place.” He paused and it broke my heart. He regained his composure and continued.

“The life insurance is enough for you to do whatever you want. Even after taxes and funeral costs, you should get at least two hundred thousand.”

“Dad! That’s too much.” I groaned. I never worried about money, but that was an insane amount.

“Well, I do have some requirements for what you’re to do with it. I want some donated to various charities in town. I have a list, so I won’t go over them now. I would also like to leave ten thousand dollars to Luke.”

“Luke? Why?”

“He’s been like a son to me all these years. I know you two split up, but he kept your old man company while you were away. We became good friends while you were in Boston,” he said with a wistful edge to his voice.

Great, twist the knife deeper, Dad
. I sighed.

“Next item … Oh, yes. I want to leave this house to you. It’s paid off, so if you choose to move back here for good, you can live here. If you don’t, then I want you to sell it and use the money for a condo or whatever in Boston. I want you to be comfortable. As for the lake house in Greenville, I want to leave it to Luke. He’s grown really attached to it after our annual camping trips there,” he explained.

Luke had been included on our annual camping trips to the Moosehead region while we dated in high school. I guess they continued the tradition after I was gone. I didn’t know how to feel about my dad getting close to and even leaning on Luke.

“That’s fine, Dad. I’m sure whatever you’ve decided is perfect,” I said in hopes of rushing him. I was uncomfortable talking about this.

He grinned. “Of course it is. But that doesn’t mean we aren’t going to go through it all.”

I rolled my eyes but paid attention to everything he said. An hour later, he was finally done.

“There’s one more thing we need to talk about, Mallory,” he said. “This is serious, girl.”

I groaned. “Dad, we just spent the last hour discussing the intimate details of your death. I don’t see how anything can be more serious than that.”

“I want to talk about your
life,
” he said in a somber voice. “Are you happy in Boston?”

I wanted to give him the easy answer. Just say yes and go on my merry way. But I couldn’t lie, not to him.

“I don’t know,” I answered. “Life is different in Boston. It’s fast paced and no one ever stops to smell the roses. People aren’t quite so friendly there, either.”

I couldn’t imagine someone in Boston caring for the parent of an ex-girlfriend.

“I can understand that. Did you know your mother and I lived in Boston for a year before you were born?”

“What! I didn’t know that. But you guys were so young. How on earth did you manage that?”

“She had family in the city and convinced me we should finish our senior year there. I thought the hustle and bustle of Boston was great at first. I mean, hell, you can order a pizza at three in the morning! And when you’ve been up all night drinking and smoking pot, what’s better than that? But eventually, I missed Casper. It wasn’t until we came back for a visit that I realized I wanted to raise my family here.

“Your mother was furious. She kept telling me how I was ruining her life and she wouldn’t stay. Then we found out she was pregnant. Things changed and she seemed to accept a life here. I bought this house and we spent the next nine months in bliss. After you were born, though, she seemed to forget about how happy we’d been. She took off without a second glance and then it was just me and you.” He gave me a sad smile and I realized how hard it must have been for him to lose the woman he’d loved and the mother of his child.

And his child had followed in her footsteps. I left him, too. Tears welled in my eyes.

“I’m so sorry I left you, Daddy,” I whispered and leaned forward to put my head on his hand. “I was childish and so wrong.”

“Look at me, Mallory,” he demanded. He continued even though I didn’t lift my head. “You are
not
your mother. You needed to get away from this town to figure out what you really wanted. I’m betting you still aren’t sure. But you will figure it out. I know a lot of the reason you left was your breakup with Luke. I’m sorry I stayed so close to him all these years. He’s a good man, Mal. And he loves you.”

My head whipped up.

“Excuse me?”

He smiled. “He hasn’t said the words, but I know him well enough to know he’s got feelings for you. And I know you still have feelings for him even though you won’t admit it to yourself or anyone else.”

Dad was right, of course, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. I had only just discovered my feelings for Luke still lingered and I wasn’t ready to share them.

“I am going to tell you the same thing I told your mother before she left. You have to follow your heart, no matter what. Even if it leads you to the place you’d least expect, you have to follow. Make peace with your decisions,” he said.

I scooted over to his bed and laid my head on his chest. He cradled my head and I felt him press a light kiss to my hair. I was going to miss him so much.

“I want you to know how proud of you I am, Mallory. You are an amazing woman. And if you go back to Boston, I’ll be proud of you still. My love for you will never change or falter.”

“When did you get so damn smart?” I asked between deep breaths. I’d already cried enough in the last few days and I didn’t need to shed any more tears.

Dad laughed and I chuckled with him.

“It comes with age. And impending death,” he said.

I leaned back and shook my head at him. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ll always be here for you, whether I’m on this earth or not,” he assured me.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Chapter Ten

Luke

There was only so much a guy could take. After I worked a full day, Baker and I went to the grocery store to pick up a six-pack of beer to have at the apartment before we hit up the bar. Of course, we had to run into Rainey and Gabby.

“Hello, ladies,” Baker crooned as we approached them.

It was always a guarantee to see someone we knew in the grocery store, but did it have to be them?

“I thought you girls were helping Mallory?” I asked.

“We are. We decided to have a slumber party!” Gabby shrieked.

She had such a bubbly personality. I couldn’t wait to find out from Wolfe why they were getting a divorce.

“Oh, that’s … fun,” Baker said. He grinned and lifted one brow at Rainey. “Pillow fights and everything, sugar?”

“Oh yeah,” Rainey answered in a serious tone, and then her voice dropped low and seductive. “There might even be some girl-on-girl action.”

“What?!” Baker screamed.

When Rainey and Gabby both laughed aloud, I joined in.

“You’re too easy, Baker. It’s going to be a mellow night. You guys going to get drunk in Luke’s apartment?” She spotted the six-pack in my hand.

“We’re just getting primed for The Landing,” Baker said.

I hit his arm. They didn’t need to know where we were headed. I didn’t want them to show up. Wolfe would be pissed if they did.

“That sounds like fun,” Gabby said.

I glanced at the basket she was carrying and noticed there were a variety of chocolates, chips, and sodas inside. “Aren’t you girls a little old for a slumber party?”

“Aren’t you girls a little old to binge drink like a bunch of teenagers?” Rainey retorted.

I laughed.

“Way too old,” Baker commented. “But if you want to join us at the bar, sugar, we’d be happy to have you.”

Rainey laughed but I noticed Gabby looked stiff. She rolled her eyes at the attention Baker gave Rainey.

“Well, have fun. We’ve got popcorn to buy,” Gabby said as she led Rainey away.

“Have a good night, girls,” I called out. I turned to Baker. “Way to go, man. You weren’t supposed to give them our itinerary.”

“Whatever, Wolfe doesn’t scare me. Besides, there’s no way Mallory is leaving her dad, and those two will stay by her side tonight, just like we planned. Come on, let’s check out,” he said.

I followed him to the checkout.

We were sitting in my apartment twenty minutes later when my phone rang. It was Wolfe.

“Hey, are you guys at your place?” he asked.

“Yeah. Are you out of work early? You should come by. We’ll head to the bar later,” I said.

“Alright. I’ll be over in a few. Do you need me to pick up some beer?”

I looked at the six-pack Baker fiddled with, taking his second beer already. “Yeah, grab a twelve-pack, at least.”

“Sure thing. See you in a bit.” He hung up.

“That was Wolfe. He’s going to come have a beer,” I informed Baker.

“I hope the girls have left the store already,” he muttered.

I had a feeling Wolfe wasn’t that lucky. Instead of warning him, though, I picked up the Xbox controller and challenged Baker to my latest zombie game.

Several minutes later, Wolfe pounded on my front door.

“It’s open,” I called out.

Baker and I were engrossed in the game and neither of us looked up when he came in.

“Hey, assholes,” Wolfe muttered after a few minutes went by.

I paused the game and we both turned to look at him. He was holding a frozen steak from my freezer against his face. I glanced at Baker to gauge his reaction but he was grinning like an idiot.

“What happened?”

I put down the controller and got up to examine Wolfe’s face. His cheek and eye were swollen. I held in my laughter.

“Gabriella Peterman happened,” he muttered. “She and Rainey were at the grocery store when I got there. I tried to be
polite
and Gabby hauled off and decked me!”

I burst out laughing.

“What did you say?” Baker asked while I tried to regain my composure.

“I told Rainey how good she looked and that it was nice to see her.” His voice rose like a child’s when forced to explain his behavior to a parent.

“What were your exact words?” I asked between fits of laughter.

“I think I said, ‘It’s good to see you, Rainey. Damn, girl, you’re looking good.’ What’s wrong with that?”

Man, he’s dense
, I thought.

“You told your ex-wife’s best friend that she was looking hot
in front of your ex-wife?
Are you insane? You’re lucky you still have an eye.” Baker sneered.

“She’s not my ex-wife. Yet. And are you kidding me? She left me. Why the hell does she care who I pay compliments to?” We didn’t have an answer for him, so I found him a bag of peas for his eye and then cracked him open a beer.

“Women are damned complicated,” he said once we were all back in my living room.

He wasn’t wrong.

“Women are nuts,” Baker remarked. “We’ll never understand them for as long as we live.”

“I’ll toast to that,” I said. We clinked our bottles and each of us took a long swallow. “So what’s up with you and Rainey, anyway?” I asked Baker.

“I don’t know. That woman is something else. She seems interested, but then she keeps telling me she’s going back to LA soon. I don’t know what to think.” He sounded deflated. “But I want to know what happened with Wolfe and Gabby.”

Wolfe groaned. “Can we please not talk about me and Gabby?”

“No way. Spill it,” I insisted.

“We were young when we got married, you guys know that. Hell, she was barely eighteen and we only waited a few weeks to have the wedding. Everything was great at first, but then I missed Florida. So I told her I wanted to go down and spend a few weeks there for vacation and she flipped out. She said I didn’t want to live in Casper anymore and once we got down there, I would try to trap her into staying. It was insane.

“I finally convinced her I didn’t want to move down there permanently, but I don’t think she ever really believed me. For months, she would mention moving to Florida and I always ignored it, because I didn’t want to fuel the fire. It made things between us tense, but we worked through it. Even if we never actually got over it. Last Christmas, I told her I wanted to spend Christmas with my parents in Florida and she dropped the bomb on me. She told me she wanted a divorce. I never saw it coming.”

“Damn, dude, that sucks. Did she give you a reason?” Baker asked.

“Not really. She did explain that the court system demanded a one-year separation before they’ll grant us a divorce, so we’ve been separated. I moved out of the house two weeks before Christmas,” Wolfe said.

“That’s a downer,” Baker said. “Women are crazy.”

“It’s after six. Let’s head to the bar,” I suggested.

I couldn’t believe their marriage had fallen apart in this town and yet I’d never heard a single story about it. They were both good at keeping the details close to home, apparently.

The Landing was full of people when we arrived. We found a table in the back and ordered hot wings and three bottles of beer. The Red Sox were playing on the TV, so conversation was limited. Our server kept our plates full of hot wings and brought us fresh bottles of beer as soon as we were close to being out.

Before we knew it, there was a lot more breathing room and the three of us were buzzed. The conversation picked up again and immediately went to the women in our lives.

“What’s with Rainey, anyway?” Baker asked. “She leads me on and then backs away. She’s a tease.” He grunted then took a swig off his beer.

“Mallory isn’t any better,” I said. “I almost kissed her and then for both our sakes, I pulled back. Then she went and told my girlfriend. How fucked up is that?”

“At least you guys have the chance to make a move! Gabby is gone and I don’t think we’ll ever get together again!” Wolfe said.

“What a bunch of Sallys we are,” Baker said. “We need to swear off these damn women. They’re screwing up our lives and we don’t need them.”

“Yeah.”

Wolfe and I cheered. Our beer bottles clinked.

When the bar manager approached our table, I knew we were in trouble. Baker might be the owner, but the manager on duty had the authority, especially when the owner was drunk.

“Who’s driving you home, guys?” he asked us.

None of us had an answer. We were all pretty drunk at that point.

“Well, then, who should I call?”

It was after eleven and The Landing was getting ready to close.

I gave the owner Mallory’s home number without a second thought. One of the girls would be willing to drive us home, wouldn’t they? It wasn’t like all three of them hated all three of us. Rainey would bring us home, I was sure of it.