Fighting for Love (29 page)

I had never seen him so angry before, not even when he saw the pictures of me and Kyle. The level of rage I could feel emanating off of him was so intense I was scared to even breathe without having the fear that he would blow up. There was no way he would understand anything I told him being that way.

When he got in the truck, he wouldn’t even look at me; he just drove. It felt like the walls were closing in all around me and I couldn’t breathe. My hands shook and my teeth chattered in the silence even though I was burning up and on the verge of a breakdown. The look in his eyes scared me even though he was staring at the road and not me. There wasn’t only anger in those green eyes I loved so much, but complete and utter despair … and I put it there.

Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off by saying, “Not now, Shelby. Just … don’t talk right now.”

I pressed my lips together, hoping it would keep my cries silent, but I failed and he heard me, wincing as my pain became evident. A lone tear fell down the side of his cheek and in that moment I knew he realized that all Kyle had said was true.

He was broken and I watched him shatter into a million pieces in front of my eyes. What he didn’t know was that I had been broken since the first day I left him. I was so close to having the pieces put back together again, but now …

It wasn’t
ever
going to happen.

WHEN MATT PULLED INTO THE
driveway, he immediately got out of the car and started toward the front door, his long strides gaining him distance from me.
Is he not going to hear me out?
I wondered frantically. Jumping out of his truck, I raced along behind him and followed him inside.

He took the stairs four at a time and slammed his bedroom door before I even had time to get to the top. “Matt,” I called out, feeling the desperation start to seep in, “you have to talk to me.”

Thinking I could walk straight into his room, my heart sank when the handle wouldn’t budge; he had locked me out. I heard him behind the door throwing things around and moving wildly in his room.

“Let me in, Matt,” I pleaded. “You have to let me explain why I did what I did.”

After another few seconds the door burst open and I stumbled back into the wall on the other side of the hall. Matt stood there, his face pale and his eyes red, staring at me as if I was a stranger.

“So it
is
true?” he asked, “You were … you were carrying my …” He tried to finish what he was saying, but when his gaze fell down to my stomach the anger was back. Stalking toward me, he dropped the bag in his hands and held my arms in his firm grasp, his eyes wild and unpredictable.

“Yes or no, Shelby. You left me knowing you were pregnant with
my
child, didn’t you?” he asked furiously.

“I wanted you to have a future,” I cried. “You were stressed enough as it was taking care of your mother and sister. I couldn’t add a baby on top of that. I did it for you, so you could pursue your dreams.”

He scoffed, glaring down at me. “My future … my dreams? Dammit, Shelby,
you
were my future. You were all I ever wanted. If I had to work ninety hours a week I would’ve done it just to keep you. How could you do this to me, to us?”

Releasing my arms, he hastily let me go and picked up the bag before taking off down the stairs. “Did you not listen to me?” I shouted after him, tears burning my eyes. He ignored me, continuing down the stairs and out the front door as if I hadn’t spoken.

By the time I got outside, he was halfway to the garage. He acted as if it was easy for me to leave, like I didn’t suffer at all. What was it going to take to get him to understand?

“Her name was Madelyn,” I cried from the doorway. “Madelyn Avery Reynolds.”

Immediately, he froze where he stood and slowly turned around to face me, wide-eyed. “I don’t understand,” he said, “I was under the impression you had an abortion.”

“What? No!” I wailed, bursting into hysterics. “I would never have done that, Matt. She was our baby and I loved her. She was all I had left of you.”

I approached him warily, taking one small step after the other. “The moment I found out I was pregnant, I got scared. There was never a doubt in my mind that I wanted to keep it, but I didn’t want to be selfish. I wanted it all, Matt, you
and
the baby … except, it wasn’t going to be that easy. You spent your whole life working to make ends meet. The only thing I wanted was for you to have a chance at a better life, and whether or not you achieved your success now because of it we’ll never know.”

He was so close I could touch him, but I kept my hands held by my sides. “I wanted to tell you so many times I lost count. I called your phone just to hear your voice; I went to every fight so I could see you up close. There were even times when I was only a footstep behind you and all you needed to do was look back and I’d be there. I needed you, Matt, and not a day went by where I didn’t regret my decision to leave.”

His chin trembled, and once his eyes closed that was when the tears began to fall. “Where’s our daughter, Shelby?” he asked reluctantly, even though he already knew the answer by the anguish in my gaze.

Swallowing hard, I released a shaky breath and closed the gap between us, circling my arms around his waist and putting my head against his chest. I needed to be close to him. “She didn’t make it, Matt,” I sobbed, my whole body shaking as the events played over again in my mind. “I was twenty weeks when the bleeding and cramps started. It wasn’t bad at first, but with bed rest everything started getting better. I thought I was okay until a couple of weeks after that I went into premature labor. I couldn’t understand why it was happening. I was young and healthy so nothing should’ve gone wrong.”

Matt folded his arms around me and his chest started to shake in silent sobs. “I did everything I was supposed to do. I felt her, Matt, inside my belly. She had life and spunk, and I knew she was going to grow up to be just like you. I wanted her to be just like you. The worst part was when I had to give birth to her. Oh my God, that was the hardest thing I ever had to do. She was so tiny that she fit in my hands, and for the few brief moments she was alive I told her how much
we
loved her. I even sang her the song she liked to hear when she was inside of me. Every time I would sing it I could feel her bouncing around in my belly.”

For the first time since it happened I was finally able to talk about her freely and feel a slight sense of closure. Being able to tell Matt and share the story of our daughter with him lifted the burden I had kept on my shoulders for the past few years. It didn’t take the pain away, but it helped to know that I no longer had to keep it inside.

Matt and I cried in each other’s arms until my eyes were so sore I could barely open them. He hadn’t said a word since I poured my heart out and that started to frighten me. Silence with him was never a good thing.

“Matt,” I murmured softly. “Please, say something. I need to know where we stand in all of this, and if you can find it within yourself to forgive me.”

Pulling away from me, he held my face in his hands and kissed me softly on the lips, our tears mingling with each other. The kiss, however, wasn’t a kiss of reconciliation; it felt more like a good-bye. I kissed him the same way ten years ago, and his kiss felt exactly like that.

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head and clutching onto his arms. “Please, don’t leave me, Matt. I can’t lose you. I’m so sorry for not telling you.”

Gazing down at me, he wiped away his tears and blew out a shaky sigh, his sadness reverting back into anger. “I’m sorry too, angel, but you can’t expect me to take all of this in and everything go back to normal. You just …” Eyes wild, he turned away from me and ran his hands furiously through his hair, gripping it tight when he shouted, “Dammit, Shelby, you just told me I had a daughter and that she’s fucking dead! How am I supposed to handle that? You lied to me!”

Breathing hard, he groaned and rubbed his hands across his face, angrily wiping the tears away. “I’m going to need some time and space for a while. Maybe a very long while, I don’t know, but I can’t be around you right now.”

He started to walk away, but I stopped him by grabbing a hold of his arm. “How long, Matt?” I choked, feeling the panic begin to rise.

Glaring down at my hand on his arm, his jaw clenched and that was my cue that he didn’t want me to touch him. Slowly, I moved away and clasped my hands together, hoping he’d give me an answer to my question. How much time was he talking? Did he need a few days, years, or even the rest of his life? I needed to know there was still hope.

Everything happened so fast; one minute he was mine and we were planning our lives together, and then within a blink of an eye it was over … gone.

Closing his eyes, Matt lowered his head and remained silent, pressing his lips together in a firm line. There was my answer and it wasn’t the one I wanted.

“I see,” I whispered, my voice quivering.

I was holding on by a thread, but if I gave in to the dark hole inside of me like I did before I was afraid I wouldn’t find my way out. Jace and Lexi were the ones who stood by me and pulled me out when all I wanted to do was give in to the numbness and let it seduce the pain away. The longer Matt looked at me, the more closed off he became, which in turn inched me closer to the beautiful darkness where nothing hurt.

Turning on his heel, I knew this time he was actually going to leave. His determination to put space between us was evident with the forcefulness of his strides. It was over.

“We both know what space means, Matt,” I hollered after him. He kept walking, but I continued anyway, “I know I made a mistake, but you aren’t the only one who’s suffering. Please, don’t do this to me.”

He faltered for only one second before disappearing inside of his garage. The rumbling of his motorcycle echoed into the air, and almost instantly he shot straight out, speeding his way down the driveway to the road, getting the distance he wanted.

Falling to my knees, I buried my head in my hands and screamed. He wasn’t coming back; he didn’t want to come back. I never would’ve thought that one mistake in life could’ve ruined every single chance of happiness for the future. My future was dim and gray to begin with, but now it was turning completely black before my eyes.

The last thing I felt before my body gave out and my head hit the stone driveway was the sharp, aching pain of a thousand needles piercing into my heart, except now I could only feel the pain in my head and the warmth leaving my body. I welcomed that pain with open arms because at least it wasn’t my heart.

My heart couldn’t take anymore.

I HAD A DAUGHTER … MADELYN
.

There was a beautiful little angel in heaven that I never had the chance to meet. Out of all the secrets Shelby could’ve kept from me …

I made it halfway to Salt Lake City before spinning my bike around and heading back to California. I wanted to go back to Shelby and tell her everything would be all right, but I couldn’t. The ride helped me to calm down, but it also helped me to see things clearly. Being angry with Shelby was my first instinct, and also angry that I found out the truth from Kyle instead of her.

She may have had the best intentions keeping the knowledge of my child away from me in hopes I’d make something out of myself, but I would’ve done that anyway. I had no doubt I would have followed my dreams and became who I was today even with her and a child to support. She and the baby would have been my inspiration; they would have been all I needed.

My eyes were sore from lack of sleep, and as I rubbed them it felt like tiny particles of sand grating against my eyelids. Instead of going home last night, I showed up on Carter’s doorstep and he let me in, no questions asked.

“Son, you awake?” Carter asked, knocking on the door.

“Yeah,” I groaned. I never went to sleep.

Carter opened the door and in his hands was a large cup of steaming coffee. He set it on the bedside table beside the palm tree lamp and sat down on the bed, sighing. “I figured you’d need something to wake you up. I heard you pacing all night. Care to talk about it?”