Dare to Breathe (11 page)

I feel his body relax and he puts his big hands around me hugging me close. “We’ve always loved you, birdie, from the second you got here with your blue eyes watching our every moves and your ability to dart off and hide at any sign of trouble. Even then, your resilience blew us away, your quiet strength showing us a smart intelligent young lady just waiting to make herself known. You call us anytime and we’ll make sure we come and get you.”

Chapter Twenty-One

“It’s gotten worse!” I accuse Doctor Sandy the second I see her on my return to Rainbow Springs.

I pull my bag off my shoulders and slump into the seat glaring at her as if this is all her fault. It is a new year and so far, nothing is going the way I want it to go. New Year’s Eve was spent alone at home with the family all going to bed at ten too tired to see in the New Year. I have yet to receive a text, call or even email from any of my so-called friends and my plane flying back was delayed because of the snow today. I am miserable, cold and tired and I really just want to go home, crawl into bed and never come out again. Instead, I came straight from the airport to my therapist as I was so angry that my trip down memory lane hasn’t made me any better. In a mad rush I tell her all I know, all I have started to remember.

“Breathe Samantha,” she tells me, “just breathe.”

I take some deep breaths and sit back waiting for an explanation from her as to why my life has just taken such a turn for the worse. I know I am being unreasonable but I really wish she would give me some solutions!

“Samantha,” she says, “what you have just started remembering must be very difficult for you but here is the problem. Now that you know and are remembering, you actually need to face it and stop blaming yourself for what happened to you, your brothers and your parents.” She eyes me closely as she says this and I fall back onto the sofa with shock.
Do I blame myself for what has happened?
I blink back my tears as I continue to reflect. Then it hits me; my little brothers who trusted me to hide them, my frustration at not being able to get
him
off me, my sadness at not being able to remember my birth parents.
Shit, I do feel guilty
.

“Samantha, what are you thinking?” she asks me.

Everything
. “Nothing,” I say. I am too raw right now to say my feelings out loud.

She just cocks her head to one side and looks at me from this new angle, a knowing look in her eyes. “Think about it, Samantha,” she says gently, “you were only six years old.” With those words, I feel the tears begin to fall in earnest. I have never cried the way I have cried over the last year and I am sick to death of it, but I just can’t stop.

“I…(gulp)…just…(gulp)…wish…(deep breath)…they were all alive with me,” I choke out. I put my elbows on my knees, hands over my face and cry and cry. It is a little while later that I realize that Doctor Sandy is pushing a box of tissues towards me. She looks at me gently but says nothing, waiting for me to…well actually, I don’t know what she is waiting for me to do.

“I’m sorry,” I start saying but she stops me with a look.

“Samantha, I am your therapist. The one person you don’t need to apologize to,” she says softly.

“He abused me.” My mouth opens by itself and tells her, “You know, my uncle—the dick who destroyed my life—him.” I expect to see pity on her face or disgust but, instead, I see neither.

She just looks at me and nods again. “Is this the man who invades your sleep?”

I nod a reply and feel my body start to tremble again.

“It’s great that you can identify who he is and why he scares you so much. This is where you can finally begin to heal. This is the start and it will hurt, but Sam, at least you have a starting point.”

“I don’t know, well I’m not sure if he ever, you know, violated me in
that
way,” I say, still crying. “That scares me! What if I try and have sex with someone and I freak out? What if my body is damaged and broken and beyond repair?”

“I am not a specialist in possible rape victims, but you could go to a doctor and get yourself checked.”

I shake my head, a ‘hell no’ forming on my lips,
I am just not ready!
She sees my whole body tense up and reminds me to breathe through it and just think it through as I start to hyperventilate. After a while, my breathing steadies.

I think about her words as I grab a cab home. One man, one sick twisted man destroyed my whole childhood. I hate him and I startle myself by realizing that I hate my parents for allowing him into our lives. Maybe they would all still be here if it wasn’t for them bringing him into our world. As I near my home, I see cars parked along the road everywhere and when we stop at the house, I see people all over the lawn heading inside and out without giving a shit to who actually lives here. I step out, angry now, as I haven’t seen or heard from my housemates for over two weeks now.
Nothing,
not one email, text, or call and they are having a damn party?

I stomp past everyone pulling my bags behind me. Inside is chaos too with music blaring and people jammed in everywhere. I push past them to get into my room. In the kitchen I see Nathan and Ben and for a moment, my heart catches in my throat. He is more beautiful than I remembered. Nathan commands the room with his presence. His hair looks slightly longer and is curling just under the cap he is wearing. His tattoo is clearly visible under his blue T-shirt, which looks new. I wonder if it is a Christmas present from his family as usually Nathan sticks to plain colors and not vivid blues or greens.

At this moment, people are crowded around him cheering him on as he does shot after shot of I don’t know what. Finally he finishes them all, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and looks around. His eyes stop dead when they see me.

The noise is deafening and all I want to do is turn around and head straight out, but this is my home.
Damn it!
He gets up unsteadily and moves towards me. I see that once again, he is wasted.

“Sam,” he says, looking at me with sadness, or guilt, not sure which. He says no more, just pulls me by my hand past all the people ogling me in the kitchen into my room. I glare at Ben as I pass him. He puts his hands up in the air as if to say, “Hey none of this is my fault.”

When we get to my room, Nathan slams the door shut with his foot and pulls me into him, holding me so tightly I can hardly breathe.

“I missed you so much,” he says into my shoulder.

I feel his head resting on my throat, his breath warms me to my toes as I breathe in the familiar scent of him I know so well.

“You never called,” I reply, taking a shaky breath and trying to push him away.

“I couldn’t,” he says, sounding tearful.

Tearful?
I have never heard Nathan tearful.

“What? Your phone got stolen?” I ask him while I try and push him away again and get some perspective.

His gaze follows me as I sit on the bed and pull my shoes off. “And what the hell is this party all about?” I wave past the door at the mess outside of it.

“We needed to forget. To unwind,” he says, vaguely coming to sit next to me on the bed and trying to grab my hands, his eyes still glued onto mine.

“Nathan,” I say looking down at his hands, “what are you doing?”

“Will you kill me if I kiss you?” he asks me, looking intently at my lips.

Wait, What?

“These last couple of weeks, not seeing you, not lying next to you, not being there for you…well it nearly killed me! I need to kiss you, just this once. Please?” he begs me.

“You’re just drunk,” I start saying but his head is already coming towards me and I stop talking as his firm full lips gently touch mine. I stop breathing and just stare at his face which is so close. His eyes are closed and his mouth, well it’s moving, trying to get me to relax and open up.

“Sam, just breathe,” he whispers against my lips. As I take a breath, his tongue finds mine and all rational thought flees. I calm my panic by looking into him, reassuring myself that this is Nathan, my Nathan. My emotions from my holiday get pushed aside as I relax into him. The past is banished from my brain as his kiss sends me to new places and my body responds to his touch.

The kiss is intense, deep, as if Nathan is trying to find a route to my soul. I start to melt against him, my body betraying my mind, and Nathan uses this opportunity to lift me up and place me on top of his lap. His warmth, his hands, his mouth and his scent dissolve me until I find my own hands moving by themselves, wrapping themselves around his head, pulling him closer to me.

His breathing is harsh when he finally tears himself away and so is mine. I try and calm myself by closing my eyes and counting silently to a hundred.

“Are you counting?” he asks. Shit, okay, I wasn’t so silent then. I just give him a sheepish smile and nod.

“Are you okay?” he says, looking at me seriously now.

I realize that my eyes are wet from tears that have fallen unbidden. I hate my weakness and feel ashamed of myself.

No
. “Yes,” I say, avoiding his eyes at all costs. He sits there holding me while all the noises from the party come back to hit us, full force. Finally I am brave enough to look him in the eyes and give him a sweet tender smile.

“I missed you too,” I whisper to him. He smiles sadly at me and then gently pushes me off his lap.

“I’m really sorry about the party,” he says. He even sounds sober now but I know he isn’t or he would never have kissed me. “I’ll make sure no one bothers you,” he tells me, getting up to leave.

“Wait, why do you have to go back out there?” I ask him desperately. Then I hate my mouth for speaking without first checking in with my brain.

He looks down at me. “What? You think it’s safe for me to stay here with you right now?”

I look at his body which is clearly tense, and this startles me as I realize that he wants to take this further and yet he knows I am not ready.

Er, I guess not
, I think recalling the kiss which I can still feel on my swollen lips. He just shakes his head at me with that smile of his, runs his hands through his hair and then turns and walks out. Just. Like. That!

Chapter Twenty-Two

I hide in my room the rest of the night while the party gets wilder and wilder around me. At one point, I hear a crash above my head and I close my eyes and cringe. I just hope Nathan is okay or not up there fucking someone after what he has just said and done to me! I find the ear plugs they gave me on the plane and shut out the world. I know right now I need to focus on me, not on anyone else, including Nathan and his sexy lips and mysterious problems he won’t share!

I don’t want to wake up,
I tell myself over and over again as the morning light shines through the closed daisy-covered curtains. I can only imagine the mess outside of this room and I am terrified of what else I might find. I give myself a long pep-talk and then finally, put on jeans and a comfy sweater, gather my strength and open the door.

The mess is worse than I could have imagined, with beer bottles and pizza boxes all over the floor. The fridge contents have spilled over every available surface and even cigarette butts lie in the sink.
Were they smoking in our house? I will kill Ben when I find him
. My horror at the mess is so overwhelming that I miss a huddled figure sitting in the corner until it speaks to me.

“Is it as bad as I think it is or am I just delusional and drunk?” it asks.

“Aarrrrggghhhh!” I scream before noticing it’s Carrie sitting there in the dark. “Jesus, you scared me!” I shout at her.

“Tell me about it, my head is pounding even worse now, thanks to that scream,” she says, holding her head with her hands and shaking it slightly.

I approach her slowly until I am right in front of her. “What the hell was last night all about?” I ask.

Carrie looks up with bloodshot eyes. “Sometimes going home sucks, don’t you think? I guess we just wanted a night to celebrate being back. Being away…” She gets up slowly, goes to the sink, and drinks the water straight out of the tap from her cupped hand. She wipes her mouth on her sleeve, looks over at me and says, “It’s good to see you. We missed you and I really want to talk, but right now, I have got to get some sleep.”

I watch as she trails upstairs dragging her feet and hear her door shut quietly.

I need to get out of here so I text Jess. We set a time and place to meet up and I head upstairs for a quick shower.

Nathan’s door is slightly ajar. I tiptoe to his door, to make sure he is okay. Well actually, I am just dying to see him. I peek in and at first I can see nothing as it is pitch black with his curtains shut. Slowly my eyes adjust to the darkness and my heart drops to my toes. The bastard is definitely not alone. He is lying naked in bed next to a tall, toned, naked woman. They lie intertwined on top of his covers. I put my hand over my mouth to stop the sob and turn away just as Ben stumbles out of his door and knocks straight into me.