“In the bedroom.” I wipe the tears that have escaped my eyes, trying to compose myself a bit before Nyx joins me.
“Hey, Love.” She sits on the bed next to me and pulls me into her embrace. “Wanna talk about it?”
“What is there to talk about? I’m broken. I can’t let an amazing man love me, and every single fucking time I push him away, I can see his resolve breaking. He is going to give up on me.” My voice cracks on the last word, and the tears start to stream down my cheeks in salty rivers.
“Oh my sweet Kyra. Cal isn’t going anywhere. I can see the way he looks at you; it’s the same way his brother and Dee look at me. If he was going somewhere, he wouldn’t come get me when he knows you need support. That boy is head over heels, and every time you push him away, it wrecks him.” Nyx’s words hit like a shot right to my heart.
Shaking with sobs, I bury my face into her shoulder. Nyx rubs slow, calming circles on my back, and I settle in.
“What should we do for my bachelorette party? Let’s distract ourselves, eh?” She laughs.
“I have no fucking idea, Nyx. My life is falling apart over here. I’m not thinking about a party.” The tears have slowed to a light trickle, and I try to chuckle at the situation.
“The guys want to just do a giant joint party at Grant’s. Lots of dancing and drinking. What do you think?”
“Works for me.”
Nyx pulls me back onto the bed, and we curl up together, and the darkness of sleep pulls me under.
“Good morning, Little Witch.” Graham’s voice drags me out of sleep. I know he’s talking to Nyx, but his voice is similar enough to Cal’s that it causes my heart to clench.
Rolling over, I pull the blanket up over my head, fighting to keep the tears at bay. Who the fuck am I anymore?
You survived abuse and much worse without all these damn tears.
She’s right, she is always right. I need to get the fuck together. Feeling Nyx roll out of bed, she is definitely not a morning person. Based on the light barely lighting up my room, it is probably way too early for her. I climb out of the cozy nest I have built in bed. A shiver wracks through my body before I can pull on the oversized hoodie.
Taking a deep inhale, I can smell the crisp and spicy scent of Cal, and my chest squeezes again. Fuck. I need to call my therapist. Picking up my phone, I open the app I use to reach out to Doctor Smith.
Me: I need to schedule an emergency call.
I know it’s early, so she probably won’t respond right away. As soon as I have the thought, my phone vibrates in my hand.
Doctor Smith: Do you want to talk now?
Me: Oh, I didn’t think you would be up. Yes, that would be amazing.
“Hey girlie, I’m going to have breakfast,” Nyx calls from over my shoulder.
“I have a call with Doc. Go! Enjoy!” I call back.
“Hey, Kyra,” Graham calls over to me. “Just so you know, you will never see Mike again. We have him being taken up to Ironwood. He is not to step foot on this side of the Mackinac Bridge while we still breathe.” His words bring a smile to my lips and give me a sense of comfort.
Nyx comes up behind me and gives me a quick hug from behind before I hear her leave the room. The moment my front door latches, the phone vibrates.
“Good morning.” Holding the phone up so she can see my disheveled appearance. Doctor Smith’s face shows every single ounce of shock I’m sure anyone would give at my appearance for just a split second.
“Good morning, Kyra. So what’s going on?” Her voice is always so calming, and I can feel the weight that has been sitting on my shoulders lift just a bit.
“So I have told you about Cal.”
“Yes, the brother of your best friend's fiancé. You also have some feelings for him.”
“Ya.”
“What about him?”
“Well, he keeps being the sweetest man alive. We started to mess around last night, and when he noticed I wasn’t myself, he stopped everything. He left and went to get Nyx.”
