“You might not respect the rules I lay out, but you will respect your mother’s, and you do not use God’s name in vain.”
“Sorry, Mom.” I lean down and place a kiss on her cheek. “Thanks for dinner. I love you,” I tell her and step back.
“Walk me out, Jackson?” Jackson nods and stands to follow me.
“Sir.” I nod to my father, then head for the door. He doesn’t reply until I get to the door.
“Why do you bother to come here if you hate me so much, son?’ His question jolts me for a moment while I try to digest it. What the fuck?
“I don’t come here for you. I come here for them.” I nod toward Jackson and my mother. Part of me wished it were different. Maybe a long time ago we could have fixed some of the issues, but he refuses to acknowledge any of our problems. Acknowledge where he failed. Knowing my father won’t respond, I continue walking outside, without another word.
“Jesse, wait up,” Jackson calls as I make it to my bike.
“Jesus, Jackson, I don’t know why the fuck you insist on this shit,” I complain, putting my helmet on. I know deep down why I still come when he asks. Because I wish I had some kind of closure with the man. But after today’s visit, I realize I’m never going to get that. “Every fucking time, and I didn’t even start this one. I’m fucking done, Jackson. No more. He’s dead to me. You hear.”
“He’s fucking dying, Jesse.” The words are barely above a whisper, but I hear them clearly. It’s as if my brain short-circuited and needs to be rebooted. Around me, everything is moving fast-forward while I stand motionless in the middle of it all.
“What?” I think I ask, but I can’t be sure over the ringing in my ears. The irony isn’t lost to me that the moment I decide to cut him out I get hit with this news.
“Cancer. Stage Four.”
“What are we looking at?”
“He doesn’t have long,” he confirms. My hand finds my bike seat so I can steady myself. Jackson’s eyes follow my movement but he doesn’t comment.
“How long have you known?” I mumble still unsteady.
“Last month, I knew something was up when he gave up the booze.”
I nod, trying to take it all in. “He didn’t want me to know?” I ask, and I know I’m right when he doesn’t answer. “Why?” I ask, taking another blow. Why does he fucking hate me so much?
“Why do you think? You both can’t stand to be around each other.”
“So?” I shout, pissed off I was left out. I’m not even worthy enough to know my father is dying.
“He was going to tell you tonight,”
“But instead, he fucking had digs at me all night,” I accuse. The sting of rejection never gets old. “I shouldn’t expect anything less of him.”
“Jesse, can’t you see he’s trying. You sure as hell make it hard on him. Fuck, if you had just eased up.”
“I gotta go, Jackson.” Overwhelming panic starts to box me in. Clawing up my spine it threatens to drag me down. I can’t stand here and listen to how many times I have fucked up, when the old man gets a fucking pass.
“Jesse, don’t ride off like this now. Come back inside.” Jackson tries to calm me, but standing here now, knowing what I know, I need a minute to think.
“You got any news on Paige?” I mount my ride and start my bike.
“Not yet. We got a lead thanks to some info Beau picked up, and we are working on it.”
“Keep me posted,” I tell him as I back out of the drive.
“Stay, Jesse,” he pushes, but the last thing I want to do is stay. I shake my head, and then take off, leaving the sound of the tires screeching in the air.
I don’t know where I’m going, but I know I have to clear my head.
Fuck, my father’s dying. I couldn’t tell you how many times I wished the man would die. Wished he wouldn’t come home after a tour. Even fucking prayed. And now, knowing it’s going to happen, I don’t know how to respond.
Twelve BELL
“I’m considering moving into maternity full time,” I tell Lissy over the phone as I chew on the end of my pencil.
“Why in the world would you do that? I thought you were enjoying emergency.”
“I am, but I think I want to go back to school.” I recall the last few times I’ve helped out on the maternity ward. I know it’s not what I had planned, but now I’ve had a taste, I want more. I can’t explain it.
“You’re so weird. You just finished your degree and you want to go back to school?”
“Well, yeah,” I tell her, knowing she won’t understand. Lissy works at her parents’ transport company. She has a good job, hardly even works. In fact, I don’t think she would survive working outside of her dad’s office.
“Well, there goes any chance of you having kids now.”
“What? Why?”
“Because you’ll see them coming out of vajayjays all day. It’s going to put you off.” She laughs but it doesn’t bother me.
“Whatever,” I say, laughing at how very different we both are. I’m night. She’s day.
“Oh, I forgot to ask. Have you had any news on Paige?”
“No,” I sigh, wishing the Rebels could give me more, but they haven’t found anything yet. Jesse said it’s going to take some time. I just wish time would move quicker.
“How’s Jesse been?” she asks, knowing about the late night calls and random lunch chats with Jesse.
“Same, still messages, calls me a few times, but haven’t seen him since I called him out at the hospital,” I answer as the doorbell rings.
“What the fuck is his problem. Do you think he’s still pissed?” Pissed at what? It’s the same question I have asked myself the last two weeks. Maybe I overstepped some line, but I don’t think it’s that. I think he’s running scared. The night Holly had Xzavier, I wasn’t sure if I would hear from him, but sure enough, once ten o’clock hit, a message came through.
“Bell, can you get the door?” Ava calls out from the bathroom after it rings a second time.
“I gotta go. Someone’s at the door.” I say goodbye to Lissy, shut my journal and place it back into my bedside table. Taking the steps two at a time, I get to the door as it rings for a third time.
“I’m here. Hold on,” I complain as I pull the door open.
“Bell.”
“Jesse? What?” I nearly fall down on my ass when I see Jesse standing there. “W-what are you doing here?” I stutter, stepping out onto the porch and closing the door behind me. He doesn’t respond, just stays quiet with a blank face. Void of any emotion. I haven’t seen him in weeks, and now seeing him again, makes my heart beat out of sync. Like I told Lissy, I know it all comes back to the night I called him out after Holly had Xzavier, but I don’t want to ask. I knew the night in the elevator that I was pushing him a little, but I didn’t think he would pull back from me. Yeah, the text messages continued between us, but the closeness hasn’t been the same.
“Jesse?” I reach out for him. The touch jolts him, the connection bringing him back to himself.
“Bell,” he says, before bending and placing his lips to mine. My stance falters, stepping back as his weight pushes me against the closed door.
It all happens so fast, one minute he’s looking lost, the next his mouth is on mine. I don’t fight him, my lips following his movement as our tongues dance against each other. It’s different from the kiss we had weeks ago, the one I haven’t been able to stop thinking about, when I told him it would be a bad idea. This kiss is raw and audacious. Even if I wanted to stop, I don’t think I could. His weight pushes against me, pinning me further into the door, as his hand searches for my wrist, and brings it up over my head. Holding it suspended.
On any given day, I would be freaking out a man just showed up unannounced and accosted me against my parents’ front door, but because it’s Jesse, I’m not freaking out. For some reason, I know this is what Jesse needs, hell, maybe even what I need. The urge to touch him grows as our tongues duel in an erotic battle of submission. Pulling my free hand from behind me, I reach up to grab his neck bringing him closer to me.