What's Left of Me (Finally Unbroken Book 2)
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Authors: Maria Macdonald
Finally Unbroken Series Book Two
Maria Macdonald
What’s Left of Me
Finally Unbroken Series Book Two
Maria Macdonald
Copyright 2016 Maria Macdonald
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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the Author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations or places is entirely coincidental.
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For Laurie Breitsprecher.
You gave me your name.
But more…
You are the other half to my musical soul.
How do you get over the death of a loved one? The one you were going to marry? Even if you always knew you were on borrowed time...
Ruben Asher has been on a downward spiral ever since the death of his fiancée. Getting lost in a haze of alcohol and grief, he spurns everyone’s help, even his best friends.
Laurie Rosales has lived through a loss that still haunts her every day. She turns her black hole of an existence into helping others. But Ruben is the one man she could never reach...
Nearly two years later, Ruben dives head-first into her life again, surprising both her and himself.
This time, he knows what he wants and he's not backing down.
Can Ruben help Laurie confront buried truths? Can Laurie compete with ghosts from Ruben’s past? Can they break down each other’s walls? Allowing healing to begin on both sides along with feelings like no other.
The bar feel’s good, maybe I should live the rest of my days here.
None of it matters anymore anyway.
I stare at my empty glass. Beating everything back with alcohol is definitely the way forward. The smell that hangs in the air is stale, heavy with beer and sweat. It’s a real bar, for men who want to forget. Men like me. That’s why I want to stay here forever, even though everyone else has already left. This is the way of the world. In the end, I will always be on my own.
“Hey, buddy… Hey, you.” The noise comes from behind the counter.
Moving my head causes the room to spin, but I can just about make out a blurred face.
“You need me to call someone?” the blur asks.
“Nobody to call,” I slur as my head drops onto the counter top.
“Ruben… Ruben,” the angelic voice wakes me. And for one, still, calm, warm minute, I forget everything and my world isn’t tilted anymore. Then, as with every other time I’ve woken over the last three years, my peace is shattered when I remember and my world crumbles. It all filters into my mind at once, trying to suffocate me. What the memories forget, is that I want to be suffocated. As long as I’m here—alive, existing, barely—I’m lost to everyone, even myself. I don’t have her, so there’s nothing left of me. She took all the good I had with her. I tried to be a better person for Amanda, and everything I became was wrapped up in her, now I’m not sure who I am.
“Go away,” I grunt.
“Come on, Ruben, they want to shut the bar.” I recognize the voice now.
Laurie.
Fucking Laurie. Always trying to fix me.
“Leave. Now,” I growl out.
“Dude, you have to leave. Don’t make me call the cops.”
I groan at the barman. Then pull my six-two frame from the stool and allow my eyes to cut across to Laurie Rosales.
“Hey Laurie, is it? This your man?” the bartender asks as I watch him leer at her.
She shakes her head while moving toward my swaying body.
“Can I have your number?” he asks hopefully.
She whispers a quiet, “No,” followed by an apology. Which, in turn, makes him bang something and walk off.
Douche.
I stare at her for a moment, trying to see what he saw. With her long almost black hair, tanned skin and light blue eyes, she’s probably every man’s wet dream.
Not mine.
“Would have thought you’d have something better to do on a Saturday night than be a babysitter.” I stop talking and curl my lip. “Figures you’d be the one to try and save me. I can tell you now, ain’t nothing left to save, darling.”
“I’m just here to take you home, Ruben. I can’t save you. That much I know.” Her tone is soft, but her words are hard. Jagged around the edges. “You can’t save someone who wants to drown, or you’ll end up drowning with them.” Turning, she walks away, stops, looks over her shoulder and says, “Are you coming? I’m not heaving your big frame, so you better hope those legs of yours still work.” She glances down at my thighs with undiluted anger. It sears me to the bone. Then she walks away again, this time without a backward glance.
I’m jolted from my thoughts as we turn toward my house. I can’t call it a home, I haven’t had one of those since I was a child. As Laurie’s car draws up outside, I close my eyes in frustration.
“Why the fuck did you call him?” I snap.
“Because I didn’t know how bad you’d be. I can’t look after you, it isn’t r-really appropriate,” she stutters and for the first time tonight, I feel a small frisson of guilt at the way I’ve behaved toward her. That gets easily washed away as she pulls into my drive, right next to Anabel’s black Range Rover. Where an obviously annoyed Danny stands, arms crossed, one foot tucked behind the other ankle, leaning against the door, his eyes narrowed at me.
“I can’t believe you fucking called him,” I repeat myself still angry, even after her lame attempt at an explanation.
“I… it seemed… I mean… y-you—”
“Don’t bother with your shitty excuses,” I snarl while angling myself out of the car.
I hear her car door open and close softly behind me, but my eyes are narrowed on Danny’s. Mirroring his scowl.
“Ruben… I’m sorry.” Laurie’s subdued voice carries over to me.
Without looking back, I snap, “Not interested. I won’t be coming back to any of your do-gooder meetings anymore either…” I walk straight past Danny. “You can both fuck off, now you know I’m home.”
Danny reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me back. “Ruben, this shit has to stop,” he growls out at me.
I look between him and Laurie. “What shit?”
“This shit! Getting drunk every fucking weekend. Needing one of us to save your ass.”
“Fuck you, Danny. I never asked either of you to bail me out. How the fuck did they even know who to call?” I raise my voice.
“I put my number in your phone as your emergency contact.” Laurie’s voice is soft and calm like she’s dealing with a feral animal.
“I gave Laurie my number and told her to call me if this happened again. After the last time…” Danny quietens down.
We’re all silent.
I remember last time.
My ass was thrown in jail for drunk driving. The only saving grace was that the local sheriff knew Laurie. He called her to come bail me out. Still, if she thinks that means I owe her something, then she’ll soon realize that she’s made the wrong assumption.
I turn to her. “Go home. I’ll take your number out of my cell. See you around.” Moving back to the house, Danny grunts his disappointment at me. I don’t give a shit.
“Ruben,” he calls.
“What Danny? What? I’m home, I’ve sobered up,” I say trying desperately to walk straight while blinking, attempting to clear the blur in my eyes. “Go home to your pregnant wife and your daughter.” He doesn’t move.
“Go!”
I shout.
“Fucking hell, Ruben. We’re here, trying to help you,” he shouts back.
“I didn’t ask you to do dick. So as it seems to be such a hardship, here’s me making it easier. Don’t bother anymore.” I turn away as my chest rises and falls rapidly, the anger is obvious with every biting word I speak.
“For fuck’s sake, Ruben. It’s been three fucking years since we lost her.
Three years!”
I twist and move so quickly toward him that I’m sure any other man would back away, but not him, not Danny. As I stand nose to nose with my best friend, my voice quietens down. “Three years for you Danny. Three years for the world. When it’s your world you lose… three years doesn’t exist… three minutes don’t exist. My world ends continuously. Every fucking time I open my eyes and remember. Every smell, every memory, every thought, and every time I look at the damn stars. Don’t ever assume you know how I feel. You lost Anabel for years. You didn’t lose her forever.” I watch as pity fills his eyes. Then, because I can’t take anymore, I back away quickly moving into the house and slamming the door, just trying to breathe.
Leaning forward, I brace myself with my palms on my knees, then shake it off, striding to the stairs. I need my bed. As I look up and out of the side window, the stars shine brightly.
“Don’t judge me. I’m trying not to be a dick,” I tell her
—my star.
Getting no reply, I change course and go to the kitchen, grab a bottle of Jack from my stock and retrace my steps. This time I ignore the window, effectively blocking out the stars and enter my bedroom. Putting the bottle down to pull off my jeans, socks and shirt, before I sink into the bed and drown all over again. This time, Jack will be my friend. Jack will always be there for me.
