Changing Course (41 page)

“Sharp, Sarah’s fine. She-” one of the peanut gallery butts in.

“I don’t give a fuck about Sarah, asshole. Jesse’s in there!” I roar.

Eli steps up into my line of sight, blocking out the rest of guys. “Just calm down Sharp. We’re clearing some of the tenants out of connecting apartments, and informing everyone else to stay inside. Once we get that done, I’ll go reevaluate how Sarah’s doing. See if I can get her talking again, maybe get some info about Jesse.”

I release a loud breath, this is not the time to lose my shit.

“Yeah, okay. Did anyone get in touch with Jones?”

“Not yet.”

“Find him. She’s terrified of him. He might be able to freeze her up long enough to buy me some time to get in there.”

“You’re not going in there, Brett. You’re too emotionally involved.”

“Go fuck yourself Eli. If it was Casey in there, you’d be tripping over your own dick, busting down that door. You’re going to have to shoot me to keep me out.”

I know I shouldn’t have mentioned Casey. It was low, but fuck him. He thinks we don’t all know he’s still pinning over her. Hell, he was dumb enough to think no one knew they were fuck buddies. At least that’s the way Casey, Sarah’s best friend, classified their relationship. The look on his face right now proves that he was slightly more attached.

“You’re a dick. This isn’t your call, so stay away from that door or I really will shoot you.” He walks back to the huddle of uniforms surrounding a squad car.

“Brett!” Kara yells running in my direction. She doesn’t slow down as she gets closer, and crashes into my chest. I pull her close, and silently hold her for a few seconds.

“What’s going on? No one is telling me and they keep trying to get rid of me. I’m not leaving. Tell them I can stay.”

“Sweetheart, you really should leave, there isn’t anything you can do. I’ll make sure nothing happens to Jesse.” I’m such a fucking liar. I can’t control this anymore than I could control Sarah’s accident.

“No! I’ll stay out of the way. I’m not leaving until I know she’s alright. You didn’t see the look on Sarah’s face. It was really scary.”

“Okay, just go sit in my car. Turn the heater on and stay out of the way.

“I’ll sit on the trunk and stay out of the way. I want to be able to hear if anything happens.”

“It’s going to be okay, Kara. I’m not leaving here without her. I just got her. I’m not about to let go.” I give her one last squeeze before gently pushing her toward my car.

Jesse

“S
AY GOODBYE
.”

“I can’t.”

“You don’t have a choice. None of this was ever up to you. It’s time.”

Brett

T
HE SOUND
of a gunshot pierces through the otherwise silent afternoon air. No one is sure where it was aimed, but I know for certain where it originated. Ignoring the rush of officers headed to stop me, I take off at a dead sprint to Jesse’s front door. Sarah can kill me if she wants, I don’t care anymore. But I’m getting Jesse the fuck out of there first. I storm the front door drawing my gun.

“Sarah, open the God damn door! Sarah…” I don’t get another word out before a vase filled with daisies comes flying out the window slamming into my shoulder.

“You don’t love her! You love me,” a guttural scream rips from her throat.

“No I don’t! Right now, I really fucking hate you! Give her to me. You can do whatever you want with yourself, but I swear to God Sarah, if you harm one fucking hair on Jesse’s head there will be hell to pay.

“Why would you send her flowers?” she begins to cry.

Obviously the pissed off route is getting me nowhere, so I decide to change tactics.

“Please just tell me she’s okay. Sarah, if you ever loved me, I need you to let Jesse go.”

“Why, so you can have your happy ending and I get nothing? You can’t leave me!” she shrieks.

“Where is she, Sarah? I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave you, I swear. I just need you to let Jesse go, so you and I can have a conversation about us.” The word ‘us’ feels disgusting rolling off my tongue. There is no us. I reach down to re-holster my gun. I won’t shoot her and deep down I know she won’t shoot me either.

“Sarah, I’m coming in.” I reach through the shattered window, turning the deadbolt to unlock the door.

Just as I begin to twist the lock from the inside, Sarah screams and does the one thing I never thought possible. She aims at me and pulls the trigger.

Jesse

“T
HANKS FOR
going with me today, baby girl,” Caleb says as we finally head back to my apartment.

It’s been a rough of a day and I’m exhausted, both mentally and physically. My eyes are painfully red from crying, and although I’m sore from sitting on the cold, hard cemetery ground, Caleb needed me today. He needed to say goodbye to Manda once and for all, but he needed the push from an outsider to finally do it.

We sat at her grave for hours talking. His emotions were all over the place. He slid from despair to longing then somehow ended up pissed off. He said he wanted to let her go, and I think he meant it. I don’t think he even realizes how stuck he is. My relationship with Brett has forced him to realize there really is something missing in his life. He wants to move on, but he’s still so angry about losing Manda, he can’t see past it and into a future. God, it was horrible to watch. He’s always so strong and to see him so lost, sitting while tracing the name on her headstone. It was heartbreaking.

“You’re welcome. I’m not sure how much I helped though.” I offer him a weak smile.

“You helped,” he pats me on the leg, and rounds the corner into my apartment complex. “What the fuck?” he yells when we both see numerous cop cars surrounding my apartment. He swings into a parking spot a building over from mine.

“Stay in the car. Do not get out under any circumstances. Got it?”

“Yeah, okay,” I nervously respond.

Caleb gets out and walks over to a police officer, and out of curiosity I roll down my window to see if I can hear their conversation. The minute my window cracks barely even an inch, I hear the scary sound of Brett screaming Sarah’s name and glass shattering. At that moment there isn’t a lock in the world that could have kept me contained in the truck. I sling the door open, and take off running toward my apartment. Towards Brett.

I’m trying to keep it together as I race down the sidewalk with Caleb chasing behind me. I have no idea what’s going on, or what I’m going to find when I get there, but the strain of fear in Brett’s voice is more than enough to keep me moving in his direction. Just as I get close enough see my door, I hear the unmistakable sound of a gunshot. I instinctively freeze, allowing Caleb just enough time to catch up.

As I stand there, the whole world seems to be frozen too. I know there are a million things going on around me, but all I can see is Brett stumble back from my door before falling to the ground. It painfully steals my breath, and for a split second, I’m not completely sure it wasn’t me who caught the bullet. But the pain that rips through my chest as I watch the man I love fall to the ground is far worse than any gun could ever cause.

Brett

“B
RETT!” I
hear Jesse’s strangled scream.

I can’t figure out where it comes from, but I know I’m going to find out. Hope swells in my chest that she’s still alive, and I jump to my feet ready to climb through that impossibly small side window to get to her.

“Brett!” I hear her terror-filled scream again.

This time her voice clearly comes from the parking lot. I glance to my left and see Jesse standing on the sidewalk trying to fight her way out of Caleb’s restraining arms.

I’m not too much of a man to admit that tears of relief immediately flood my eyes. My knees go weak as I stand and stumble in her direction. If I didn’t need them to get to her, I have no doubt they would buckle completely under my weight. I don’t know how she is standing there unharmed, but it is the most spectacularly beautiful sight I have ever seen. Tears may be running down her cheeks and her wide eyes are full of fear, but the way she looks at this moment could never be topped.

My life just began again.

I jog over to her as she launches herself into my arms. “Oh my God, Brett! Are you okay?”

“I’m better than okay, gorgeous.” I bury my face in her neck as the last few tears escape my eyes.

“What the hell is going on?” she asks, never releasing me.

“Jesus, I thought you were in there. Jesse, fuck. I thought…” I trail off trying to get my emotions in check.

“I was with Caleb. We were at Manda’s grave.” I pull my head back to see Caleb standing with his arms crossed over his chest, wearing a pissed-off expression, but there is no mistaking the lingering redness in his eyes.

“I’ve been calling you for hours,” I say to him.

“Our phones were in the car. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you,” I say without hesitation.

“I had no idea, or you know I would have been here.”

“I don’t care about any of that. Thank you for taking her with you. I owe you for this,” I laugh, squeezing Jesse tight enough to make her wince.

“Brett, you’re bleeding!” She wiggles out of my grasp, and backs up to examine my arm.

“Gorgeous, I’m fine. It’s just a cut from the broken glass.”

“Are you sure it’s not a bullet?” she says as the worry creeps back across her face.

“I’m positive. See,” I roll up my sleeves, showing off a pretty nasty slice across my forearm, “I’m okay. I’ll get it looked at tomorrow.” I look up to find Kara has joined us. She’s tucked under Caleb’s arm and reaching forward holding one of Jesse’s hands.

“Excuse me, Sharp?” Eli walks up behind me. “I’m really happy you found Jesse, but Sarah is still asking for you. The door is open now, but she still has the gun.”

“Fuck her,” I say without an ounce of guilt. She may not have had Jesse in there with her, but I’m positive that was the point of her breaking in today.

“Brett! You don’t mean that,” Jesse scolds.

“Yes, I do. I just spent the last few hours thinking you were either dead or dying. Jesse, I can’t do this anymore. She broke into your home…with a gun. Who the hell knows what would have happened if you had been there.”

“I wasn’t in there Brett. I was never in any danger. You can’t hold it against her that you were scared.”

“Yes, I fucking can. She could have told me you weren’t in there. She could have not shot at me. She could have had a discussion like a normal rational person that didn’t involve a gun and breaking and entering.”

“See this is your problem. You keep waiting for her to be a normal, rational person. You’ve waited for years for something to change with her. Maybe she isn’t the person who needs to change.”

I close my eyes and let Jesse’s words sink in. She’s right. I loved Sarah once. I do care if she dies, I just wish it wasn’t always so fucking dramatic with her.

“Can you get someone to take them back to my apartment?” I ask Eli before turning to Caleb. “I need you here. This might get…interesting.”

“I’m here,” he nods, walking back towards his truck to presumably get his gun.

“I’m not leaving,” Jesse says beside me.

“Yes, you are. I already died once tonight when I thought you were in there. Gorgeous, I don’t want you anywhere near her.”

“I’m not leaving,” she repeats. “I’ll stay back here, out of the way. I also don’t want you near her. You need to talk to her, but she already shot at you once. You aren’t the only one who died tonight. Can you talk to her from around the corner?”

I didn’t even think how she must have felt when she heard the shot fired then watched me fall back. All I could think about was the fact that she was alive. It never even registered to me why she was so frightened.

“Yeah babe, I can do that. I’ve got my vest in the car. I’ll wear it if that will make you feel better.”

“Much better,” she sighs, leaning her head into my chest. “I know I just encouraged you to do this, but now I’m kind of scared.”

“Jesse, look at me. This is getting finished tonight. The fog vanished last night. It’s nothing but you, me, and clear skies from here on out.” Then I say my famous words from all those years ago, but this time I actually believe them. “Just hang on, it’s all going to be okay.”