Unbreakable (38 page)

Sitting down on the grass at the edge of the creek where it meets the water and cattails, I finally let go. I lay down in the grass and the tears slide from the corner of my eyes at the same time that I let go of the hatred, the fear, and the anger. I let go of the anxiety that has suffocated me for more than six months. I finally forgive my attacker, not because he deserves it, but because continuing to harbor the anger, the hurt, and the fear isn’t allowing me to heal—and I’m ready to heal. I know that this is one small step in my healing, and I still have a long road ahead of me. Taking in a deep breath for what feels like the first time since I was lying here nearly six months ago, I feel like I can breathe. I let hope take over that place in my heart where I harbored anger, hatred, and resentment.

Sitting up, I wipe away my tears away with the back of my hand and toss a small rock into the creek that my feet are almost touching. I’m ready to get my life back and ask forgiveness of those I hurt in my attempts to heal. I’m not running anymore. Dr. Peterson would be so proud. I take a picture of myself sitting on the bank of this creek, and I plan to text it to her. Collecting myself, I stand and feel lighter. It is truly amazing the weight that anger and resentment has on a person. I walk quickly to my car, I’m excited and hopeful, and surprisingly, at peace.

Pulling into the fire station, I drive around to the back and punch in the gate code that I’m glad I still have memorized. I pull through the metal gate as it slides open, and find an empty spot in the back and pull in. One of the large stall doors is open, and I see the ladder truck inside with boots and pants lying on the floor next to it.

Walking toward the open door, I see him standing there, talking on his cell phone. He looks like he’s aged in the three months since I’ve seen him. His hair is a little greyer, and a few more wrinkles have crept in around his eyes. When he looks up and spots me, a smile crosses his face. He begins walking towards me as he stuffs his phone in his pocket.

“Hi, Dad,” I say as we approach each other.

“Jessie, what are you doing here?” he asks, lifting me off the ground and into a giant bear hug.

“I’m home,” I respond, squeezing him back.

“You look good kiddo,” he says, and I notice his misty eyes.

“Thanks. It’s good to be home.” Pulling back from him, I study his face, remembering the resentment and anger I left at the creek. I know he did the best he could raising a daughter alone while grieving the loss of my mom.

“There’s someone inside who I think would be really happy to see you.”

“Yeah, I figured,” I say, excited to see him.

Jackson, another one of Dad’s crewmembers is standing in the open stall near the fire truck and happens to holler,

“Hey, Garcia. There’s someone here you might want to see.”

My heart races at the anticipation of seeing him. I sense him before I see him, I always have. From around the dark corner, he steps out of the bay and into the sun shining down on the driveway. Looking at me, he shifts his eyes to my dad and then back to me. He stops momentarily. With a quick walk, his pace picks up, and I start running towards him at the same time. Jumping into his arms as I meet him, I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, not even caring that my short dress has probably exposed my ass.

“Jess,” he whispers, spinning me around. “What are you doing here?” he asks in shock. Setting me down, I lean in and press a kiss to his lips.

“I’m home,” I say, watching a smile spread across his face. He pulls me into another hug and spins me around again.

“You’re not going back to North Carolina?” he asks hesitantly, searching my eyes for answers my mouth hasn’t been able to provide every other time he’s asked me. Shaking my head no, I let the words he’s wanted to hear fall from my lips.

“I’m home for good—if you still want me here.”

The expression ‘It looks like you’ve seen a ghost’ couldn’t have been more true the moment I stepped out onto the back driveway. Jess was standing there with her dad, a huge smile spread across her face. I wasn’t expecting her to be anywhere other than North Carolina. I second-guessed what my eyes were seeing at that moment. She was beautiful, wearing a dress, her long legs peeking out from underneath it, and her long dark hair blowing slightly in the morning breeze. But what stopped my heart was the sense of tranquility on her face and the genuine smile I was used to seeing on her beautiful face.

Walking towards her, my mind was filled with thoughts of why she was here. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was here to collect the remaining items she left behind the first time she left for North Carolina—to settle into her new life, and sever her ties here in California. But it was her smile that calmed me slightly as I walked faster towards her. I felt, for a fraction of a moment, that my Jess was back.

It was when she jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around me, the erratic beat of her heart against my chest that my nerves turned into waves of adrenaline. But it was hearing her tell me that she was home that brought me to really breathe for the first time in six months.

“All I’ve wanted since you left was for you to come back. Don’t ever doubt that I don’t want you here.”

I press my lips to hers, taking in the taste of my world. The catcalls, hoots, and clapping are what finally bring us from our moment. Chief is laughing, and Jess buries her face in my neck, trying to hide her embarrassment, but I hear her giggling. All of the guys on our shift are now outside making a scene and ruining our moment together.

“Come on. You better go say ‘hi’ to everyone, or I’ll never hear the end of it,” I say, pulling her hand and tugging her towards the firehouse. Her cheeks are blushed, but she smiles at me and laces her fingers through mine as she follows me. Once inside, she spends time talking to all the guys. Most of them she’s known for years, but I introduce her to a few of the newer guys.

Leaning against the wall, I stand back and watch her as she interacts with everyone. I see glimmers of the old Jess as she smiles, laughs, and talks about her time at the TV station interning, the friends she made, and the beach. In a way, I know that this experience was good for her. I just wish it had been on different terms.

Finally sneaking away from the guys, she walks up to me and presses a light kiss to my lips. “I missed you,” she whispers.

“I missed you too,” I say and kiss her back.

“Please tell me you didn’t just start a forty-eight hour shift,” she says, laying her head against my chest and wrapping her arms around my waist. Still leaning against the wall, she wiggles her arms between my back and the wall.

“As a matter of fact, I was off at seven. If I had left on time this morning, I would have missed all this.” I run my hands up and down her back.

“Did you have a lot of calls last night? Are you tired?” she asks. Even if I had been up for thirty-six hours straight, there was no way I was going to go home and sleep now that she was back.

“It was actually pretty quiet last night. How about I go shower and change and then we can go grab some breakfast?” She’s nodding her head yes against my chest.

“Sounds perfect,” she says as she pulls away from me. She glides over to the large group of leather sectionals we have in the day room and sits down next to Tony. He’s her Dad’s age, and she has known him since she was four. They fall into easy conversation, and as much as I just want to stand and watch her I want to get her out of here more.

“Almost finished?” I ask as she sips on her third mug of coffee.

“What’s the rush?” she asks. “I love my coffee.” She winks at me.

“Then I’ll ask for a ‘to-go’ cup.” Clearly I’m anxious, and actually, slightly nervous for what I’m about to do. What will she say? What will she think?
Fuck.

“Forget it. I’m ready,” she says, pushing her chair back from the table and grabbing her large handbag.

“Where are we going?” she asks as she pulls her sunglasses off the top of her head and places them over her beautiful green eyes. Lacing my fingers through hers, we walk through the diner and out to my truck.

“It’s a surprise.” She laughs and shakes her head at me.

Driving through Santa Ruiz, I turn down Lawson Street and pass our homes. I pull up in front of the house I bought and remodeled that still has the ‘For Sale’ sign in the front yard.

“Why did you park here?” she asks me, looking confused. I open the door and slide out of my seat, meeting her around the front of my truck.

“Remember this house?” I ask her, studying her face as she takes in the remodeled house.

“I can’t believe Old Man Johnson finally fixed this place up and is selling it,” she says as she walks through the yard and closer to the front porch.

“Remember when we would run and how I always stopped in front of this house?” She continues her walk through the front yard closer to the porch steps. “How I used to tell you that a wrap-around porch would be perfect on this house?” she says, stepping up the front steps onto the porch. Gasping, she turns to me as I still stand leaning against my truck.

“Gabe, look.” Her hand is pressed against her chest over her heart. “He added a porch swing.” Her voice is excited. The sight of her taking in everything she had once told me she wanted sends chills over me. She sits down in the swing and gently pushes herself back and forth.

“This house is absolutely beautiful,” she says. Finally walking across the lawn and up the steps, I meet her on the front porch. She’s still rocking back and forth in the swing, her head tipped backward just slightly, and her eyes are closed.

“Want to see the rest of the house?” I ask, dangling a single key.

“How did you get that?” she asks, jumping off the swing.

“Oh, I know a guy who knows a guy,” I say, laughing at her.

“Come on.” Opening the glass door, I insert the key into the large wooden door and push it open. Holding the door, I let her in first and watch her eyes take in the large room. Closing the door behind us, I follow her as she walks slowly through the living room.

I see her mentally taking notes of the new windows, the original floors, and the crown molding. I study her as she sees every little detail that I worked on for months. I stay in the living room as I watch her light steps taking her into the kitchen. When minutes pass and she hasn’t returned I walk to the kitchen. There she stands with her back against the kitchen island, her arms on either side of her holding her still. She’s looking out the large windows into the back yard—tears falling down her face. Turning to meet me when I walk into the kitchen, I keep my distance.

“This isn’t Old Man Johnson’s house is it?” she asks, swiping at her tears.

Shaking my head, I simply answer her honestly, “No.”

“It has everything I ever mentioned to you.” Her lip and chin are quivering as she stops speaking.

“I know,” I whisper.

“Why did you do this?” she asks.

“Every second that I was away from you, every overtime shift I picked up, was so that I could provide you with everything you ever wanted: a house, a ring, a family. If I had known what was going to happen that night, I would never have taken that shift.”

“Stop,” she interrupts me. “What happened to me was not your fault. It wasn’t because you were working that night. I don’t blame you.”

“I know that, but if I had slowed down, if I hadn’t picked up that shift, you wouldn’t have been running alone.”

“But you picked up that shift because you were thinking of me,” she whispers, wiping more tears from her face.

“I can’t remember a time when I haven’t loved you. You have been a part of my life for over fourteen years. When you were younger, it was a different kind of love, but now, it’s the kind of love that won’t let me breathe if you’re not with me. It’s the kind of love that makes me not want to live if I can’t be with you,” I say, meeting her at the kitchen island.

She’s crying harder now, and I need a moment to swallow the lump that has formed in my throat. Holding both of her hands in mine, I know I need to finish this.

“Jess, this house is for you. Everything I do is for you. I want to give you everything. I know we have a lot to work through, but I never want to spend another day apart from you. I’m not asking you to marry me yet, but one day, I will give you everything—everything you have ever dreamed of, if you’ll let me.”