Beautifully Awake (26 page)

My mind was racing. My body was still in shock, but I knew I had to say something. “Chase, no. Stop. I can’t believe ... oh god, I’m so sorry.” I sunk into the bed, my words felt so meaningless. Because they
were
meaningless. Every time someone said, “I can’t believe that happened to you” and “I’m so sorry” I had felt nothing. There was no amount of comfort or sympathy to rid the feeling of emptiness. The reason I built my wall.

My cold limp hand reached for him anyway. I needed his warmth more than air. We both needed reassurance the other wasn’t going anywhere. He was my safe place, or I hoped so, and I wanted him to know I was his safe place too.

“I know why you left.” Because I did. After I was raped I left too. I left physically, but I left emotionally, too. I chose to walk around with an ironclad barrier devoid of all emotion to survive. “This nightmare ... oh my god.” I gripped his cheeks begging for our eyes to meet. As much as I knew it calmed him, it calmed me too. “It has haunted you for decades and then you had to sit there and listen to what happened to me. Shit. I should have told you. I should have warned you. I was just so-” I choked on my words. I was the cause of so much more pain for him. My heart literally ached.

“Lili, no, baby.” He stroked a finger down my cheek, searching, looking. I wasn’t sure what he was looking for but I was pretty sure he didn’t find it. My eyes must have been too full of sadness and pain. “Don’t you fucking dare think this is your fault, please, baby, no. I told you before I’m toxic. I’m the fucked up one who has never dealt with her death. Shit, I’ve never been able to forgive myself.” He raked his hands through his hair, the telltale sign he was beside himself. “She’s the reason I became a doctor, the reason why I’m a fucking neurosurgeon, the whole
sorry-there’s-nothing-we-can-do
prognosis wasn’t good enough. It will never be good enough. Shit. I didn’t even know what a neurosurgeon was until my sister’s fucking brain died. I watched her lifeless body lay in that bed for three years straight.” He reached for me, and unconsciously my body responded. I crawled to the end of the bed and knelt in front of him. “I made a promise to her that I would do everything in my power to never let anyone else suffer like she did.”

Something inside me snapped. He was the one suffering. His sister was at peace. Chase was the one suffering with the agonizing guilt for so many years with no one to turn to. He had never trusted anyone
ever,
yet in this moment he had picked me. I was overwhelmed with emotion. The pain, the devastation, the turmoil I felt inside was somehow overpowered by an unbelievable sense of relief. He had finally opened up to me, shared his darkest secrets. And I didn’t think it was possible, but I loved him more. My achy heart swelled in my chest. I clutched his wet cheeks. He looked so fragile, so tired of being angry. He finally looked defeated. “Look at yourself, you’re doing just that and so much more. My god, Chase, you’re a brilliant surgeon. People fly in from all over the world, because you give them a chance, a real chance. She would have been so proud of you.” I lightly kissed his lips. “She
is
so proud of you. She’s your angel. She’s your strength to make all those crazy decisions. She’s the reason you developed that equipment?” The puzzle pieces were falling together.

“Yeah, not that it did her any good. When I was transferring colleges, I already decided on medicine, so I applied to the combined undergrad/med program, and wrote about Kimi’s accident in my essay. How medicine wrote off certain traumatic brain injuries as hopeless, and how there had to be a better way. Luckily the doctor I interviewed was an old school neurologist, and he offered to mentor my research on the spot. So I was able to get started right away. But my parents didn’t want me to waste my trust fund money financing research, so I had to wait until I turned twenty-one to really get it rolling.” He looked down and shook his head. I knew exactly what he was thinking. He couldn’t save the one person that mattered most to him in the world.

“Look at me, Chase.” His eyes were so heavy and sad it crushed me. It was hard to breathe. “You’re doing everything you can, everything but forgiving yourself for something that was
never
your fault. You think your sister would want you to feel like this, live like this? You can’t heal until you forgive yourself. Let me help you.”

His eyes welled. My damaged, heartbroken man was really finally letting me in. He was trusting me. He pulled me tight to his chest. Our hearts and breathing synced, I waited.

“Will you come somewhere with me? I need to go to Boston. Soon.”

“I have Sierra’s baby shower in Cape Cod this weekend, come with me. Then we can stop in Boston on the way back.” I ran my hands up and down his chiseled arms.

“Baby, you have no idea how much that would mean to me. Thank you.” He kissed me so tenderly I moaned at the loss of his lips. He glanced down at his watch. “Fuck, I have a case in thirty minutes, I need to go.” Both of us still such an emotional mess I didn’t want him to go.

“I know I fucked up, Blue, but I’m gonna try. I’m gonna try not to hurt you again.” I watched his shoulders slightly relax, like part of the heavy weight had been lifted. Something shuddered inside me. I repeated his words,
I’m gonna try not to hurt you again.
The relief from moments ago was gone. Somehow during my last breath I was more agitated. I stared at him, and like always, his eyes were his story. There was something else. My gut told me there was another part to that weight.

“Y
ou’re here.” Sierra threw her arms around my neck. “See, baby girl? Aunt Lili wouldn’t miss your party.” Sierra rubbed her belly.

I rolled my eyes. “Like I would
ever
, drama.”

“Well, I didn’t know if Chase was going to steal you and fly you into the sunset.” She was actually dead serious.

I had not expected her to be over our conversation this morning. At an ungodly hour, I pounded my semi-cold latte for any type of liquid courage. I knew she was going to freaking kill me. I knew she was only protecting me. She had watched me suffer; she saw when I was empty. She was the only reason I kept going. So I knew she wasn’t going to be happy when I didn’t leave with her and Dodd on the Acela train at nine in the morning. The train she insisted on. Sierra, being Sierra, had crazy visions of delivering mid-air and some nonsense about her daughter and statelessness. She was way too nervous to fly. And the rest of the crew was flying to Providence around noon, renting a car and driving the last hour or so to beat the Friday night traffic. I wasn’t going to do either. I couldn’t leave Chase after our emotional morning. I didn’t want to. So he picked me up at one with sushi take-out. Pete whisked us to the airport for our very quiet one hour and eight minute flight into Providence. Both of us too drained for much talking, it gave me a lot of time to think. The lyrics to
Daylight
flashed back to mind. What if this was my last glance and soon it would all be a memory? I wanted to slow it down. I needed to pause. I needed some time to process my feelings, his feelings and how our screwed up lives could mesh. Once we landed at four I knew the Route 6 Cape Cod traffic was inevitable. Chase continued to insist we would arrive by dinner. Well, after our forty-minute helicopter ride, he was right. His exact words had been: “Baby, I can’t change the traffic pattern, but we can fly over it.” Now, why didn’t I think of that?

“You, stop it.” I pulled her aside. “Are you mad at me? I hope not because I love you and I love him and I really,
really
want you to love each other. Please give him another chance,” I whispered, wondering to myself if
my
heart could give him another chance. I hadn’t told her much from the morning, just that Chase was working through something from years ago. Shockingly, she hadn’t pushed me on it and I was appreciative.

“Holy shit! How’d you not tell me you told him you loved him?” she hissed.

“Shhh. I haven’t. I’ve only told myself ... and you. I don’t know if we’re ready for that yet.”
I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet.

“Fine. I’ll try.” Moisture glistened behind her lids. Sierra NEVER cried. “You look so beautiful, Lil, I’m so happy for you.” After the day I had, hell, after the week I had, I was exhausted. Beautiful was a definite stretch, but I smiled at her anyway.

“Damn this baby and my damn hormones.” I smirked. How could I not? Sierra was a hormonal hot mess. “Get the fuck away from me, please, before I lose it. Go get you and Dr. Personality some bubbly.” She pushed me toward the bar. “I ordered the yummy one you suggested,” she said blinking away her unshed tears to give me a sly smile.

“You’re bat-shit crazy, you know that, right?” I walked back, kissed her cheek and rubbed my niece. “But I love you.”

“Get your Asspuck ass away from me now.”

I laughed for the first time all day.

Chase stood at the bar alone. The hospital gang was stunned, to say the least, when we walked through the door together. You could have heard a pin drop. After a few awkward hellos and a “hey boss,” Leanne broke the tense silence and suggested a stroll down to the water. Jackson seemed the least fazed by Chase’s surprise arrival and probably would have stayed behind to talk shop and grab a drink, but it was obvious wherever Leanne was going, Jackson was going. They were turning out to be a cute couple. I totally called that one. Kate and the other two nurses Sierra had grown fond of during ladies’ nights at Rosa’s, conveniently decided they wanted a better look at the beach as well. I couldn’t blame them. Not for nothing, they were on a mini-vacation. Who wanted to hang out with the boss? A boss who had a tendency to run hot and cold. And, as of late, all hot. Kate had given me her feeble attempt at eye daggers before walking off, quietly whispering in my ear, “You go, girl!”

Standing there drawing on his beer, he was breathtaking. I wanted him to be all mine, but I was hesitating. He was right. He worked at crumbling my wall, but that protective barrier was back, surrounding me. I leaned against the bar.

“Hi, baby.” He kissed my temple and handed me a glass of champagne “You tired?”

“Mm-hmm,” I moaned. “Think I’m going to finish my champagne and then head up, I’m really tired.” I was circling, spinning, twirling around that empty dark hole I knew so well. My brain and my heart were once again facing off. I wasn’t sure what I felt. But I knew I wanted him to stay and give me something to hold on to. I never wanted to see the bottom of that hole again.

“Okay, baby, whatever you want to do.” He looked down at me with a soft melancholic smile. “Sierra has good taste in champagne.”

I smiled at him. “I’m gonna head over there and say hi to some of the girls, if you want to go to the room now I don’t mind.”

“I’m okay, baby, I’ll wait for you.”

T
he Wychmere Beach Club was gorgeous. And our suite had a breathtaking view of the Nantucket Sound. The resort was situated just so, allowing the ocean to lap up on two sides. I stopped at the open French doors and stared out into the blackness. The repetitive crash of the gentle waves hitting the shore was the most peaceful sound in the world. It had more soothing power than Xanax and Zoloft combined. I should know. After my miscarriage, when it was clear that staying in Wrangel was not an option and before I had a chance to work out the logistics of moving to Philly, I retreated to this very beach. Sierra’s family owned a house a mile down the road. Their place, and more importantly, this beach was my safe haven. Just like I did now, I would clench my eyes shut and pace my breathing to the beat of the soft whoosh of the waves. I thought of nothing. Felt nothing. I barely recognized that debased heartbroken girl anymore. But what had I replaced her with? An unsettling pit formed in my stomach.

Chase was on the balcony with a bottled beer, waiting for me. He looked relaxed sitting in a wooden Adirondack chair, with his feet crossed against the balcony railing. His white shirt that fit across his muscular chest perfectly was now unbuttoned and hanging wide open, exposing his perfectly sculpted abdomen. He was still wearing his grey slacks that hung low on his hips, but he was barefoot. I’d been in awe of his body since the day he unknowingly ripped his bloody scrub shirt off in front of me. I would have been blind to not be enamored by his physique; it was the perfect blend of a jacked NHL forward and a Calvin Klein underwear model. Staring out at him now, after he bared his soul to me earlier today, I was sad to think of the steep price Chase paid for that chiseled perfection—years of intense physical training, trying to literally fight the demons that haunted him. All of a sudden his need to step into a ring and fight made sense. How else could you exorcise the vision of your defenseless twin sister getting brutally defiled from your memory? It was his escape. Was it all that different from my need to run?

A soft breeze bathed my face, bringing me back to the moment. I knew I should step out onto the balcony … that Chase was waiting. But I had no energy left. I wanted to sit on his lap and let myself mold into his warm embrace. I wanted to let him know how much his being here with me meant. How much his trusting me with his demons meant. How much
he
meant. But I just ... didn’t. Instead I showered and curled up in the massive king size bed and concentrated on the waves. Chase never came. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or hurt. Eventually I was lulled to sleep.

“No. No. Fuck, stop!” The shrill shouting in the background of my dream scared the crap out of me. My heart hit my throat. I jumped straight up. I was wide awake. It was Chase; he was thrashing around the bed. Sweat was dripping from his brow. His t-shirt was soaked.

“Chase!” He was still asleep. Dreaming. His lids were closed, but I could see his eyes pinballing back and forth. “Chase!” I shook his shoulder a little harder. He was ice cold and clammy. “You’re dreaming, baby, please wake up, please wake up. Chase, you’re dreaming.” I couldn’t wake him up.

He continued to shout, “No, no … stop.”

I ran to the bathroom and soaked a washcloth with cold water. I wiped his forehead and shook him hard. “Chase, please, you’re scaring me, please wake up.” His eyes flipped open, and I watched his body continue to tremble from head to toe.

“Fuck.” He looked terrified. His eyes were so wide I thought they might pop out. “Blue.”

“I’m right here, Chase,” my voice cracked.

“Fuck, I scared you.”

He had. I was trembling. He reached for me and I instinctively backed away slightly. I needed a minute, or maybe an hour, or a day, or a year, or maybe a lifetime. Confusion pummeled through me like a two-ton truck. Was I the cause of all of his demons resurfacing? We had slept together so many times and never had he had a dream like this. Maybe the combination of everything we both suffered through was not going to work.

“Um ... I’m ... um ... I’m just gonna go for a run,” I stuttered, climbing off the bed. I fumbled in the dim light for my sports bra and shorts, slipped on my sneakers and left.

“Lili, please, baby, come back.” I heard his voice from the other side of the door. It was tense, he was pleading.

I hit the beach and started running. I wasn’t even sure what time it was, but it had to be very early. The sun was just coming up over the horizon. The pink and yellow hues should have been beautiful, but all I saw was grey. Every shade of grey flashed before my eyes. The looming black hole in sight. I couldn’t go back there. I couldn’t go back to a world of no color. Chase gave me color and I wanted to keep it that way. What was I running from?

Sweat beaded at the nape of my neck and dripped down my back. I ran harder and faster. The spray from the crashing ocean waves was not cooling my inferno. My calves were beginning to cramp from gripping the uneven sand, and my lungs were burning. I didn’t care. I pushed through the pain. If pain was what I needed to feel, so be it. I never wanted numb and empty again.

Those weeks after I was raped, hell, the years after I was raped … hell, up until a mere six weeks ago, I felt nothing. And I hated it. And now after finding someone worth loving and knowing what it felt like to be loved, or so I hoped, I was questioning it. I thought back to a book my dad read to me as a kid ... sometimes when you love something so much you have to let it free. Was that what I needed to do? Maybe I couldn’t handle Chase and the nightmare that had him thrashing around in a cold sweat? Or was it that I couldn’t handle that I just might be the reason for his nightmare? I feared our combined heartaches were just too much. I clutched my sides as a sharp stabbing pain shook me. Was love supposed to have this much turmoil?

The resort was a mere speck in the far distance when I finally stopped running and laid my back in the sand. My calf felt like a pit bull had gnawed through my muscle. I attempted to massage the tightening knot, while gasping to expand my burning lungs. What the fuck was I doing? I finally loved someone for the first time in my life and I was running away like I had for the past three years. What was I so afraid of?

A muffled voice came from the distance. I would know that voice anywhere. “Fuck, Blue. Are you training for a marathon?”

He came for me.

How long was I gone? No doubt my body was going to be pissed tomorrow after the damage I just inflicted upon myself. The sun was up now, and at the sound of his voice, the reds and yellows bounced around under my lids. I took a deep soothing breath. He really was my color. How could I not fight for us? Yes, I was scared. But scared was something, a feeling. Scared was better than feeling nothing.

“Baby, you ran for-fucking-ever.” He was getting closer. “You scared the hell out of me, I could barely see you. Those damn rock jettings were in the way.” He collapsed next to me, immediately pulling me against his chest. His heart was pounding as fast as mine. “You’re crying?”

I forgot I was crying. But it was okay, because my mind was a tornado swirling with emotions. Emotions he was responsible for bringing back to me.

His breath was forced and ragged from running. “Fuck. Don’t do this, baby, please. I need you. Don’t shut down, not now. Talk to me. Fuck, Lili, look at me.” His heart slammed against his drenched chest. “Tell me what I need to do.”

I sat up and opened my eyes, squinting against the sun, wishing it were that simple. His disheveled wet hair looked almost black against his perfectly tanned skin. His bare rippled chest reflected the sun, accentuating the dark ink down his taut ribcage. His eyes were wide open. The intense softness behind them told me without a doubt, this man would never intentionally harm me. Guilt rippled through me when I remembered how I withdrew when he asked if he scared me. I wished I could take that back, erase that part of the scene.