Irreparable (Wounded Souls) (4 page)

“Jameson?” I look up to see a big burly guy standing in the room with me.  “Yes, I’m Jameson.” I look him up and down wondering what he’s doing here with me.  Where is Sam?  I have come to love the teasing and banter that happens with Sam and I. Oh shit… do I like Sam? No way.  There is no way. I am in love with Mary-Beth. We are just going through a rough patch and why wouldn’t we? I just lost my damn legs. That’s something that changes things right?  It won’t tear us apart. It has just put a wedge between us but we will be fine.

“Jameson?” I look up at the guy. “Sorry, um… where’s Sam?”  He chuckles and I run my hands over my head. 

“Sam had some errands to run today and a couple of things to do, so she took the day off.  I’m Patrick and I will be helping you today. Hopefully we will have these prosthetics on your legs when you leave and not that wheel chair.”  I immediately sit up at the sound of that!

“HELL YEAH!!” I yell and he just chuckles again.  I smirk as he walks over to help me attach the prosthetics to my legs and then he helps me to stand.

“You’re doing pretty well on these. Sam is one of the best trainers we have, but I guess after what she’s been through she knows what you all go through as well,” he says and I stall.

“What she’s been through?”  He looks at me and then gets quiet, obviously not his story to tell. Note to self - ask Luke what the hell changed Sam.

After an hour with Patrick and sweat streaming down my body, I finally walk out of the doors to the physical therapy place. I only have to attend physical therapy twice a month instead of twice a week. This alone is amazing news. Getting into my car, I decided to stop by the local florist to get a dozen roses for Mary-Beth before I head to the house.

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When I get to the apartment, I set the roses on the counter where Mary-Beth can see them. Then I go to the bedroom and sprinkle some of the petals on the bed before I walk back out to the kitchen.  I grab a few pans and start cooking some chicken alfredo, since it’s Mary-Beth’s favorite meal.  I cut up and steam some broccoli to throw in with the food and then smile as I hear the door opening.

“Jameson?”  I look over my shoulder to see Anna, and groan. 

“Hey Anna,” I say and see Mary-Beth walk in behind her. 

“Oh my gosh! This is beautiful Jameson!”  She kisses me on the cheek and smells the flowers as Anna gives a sheepish look. 

“You gals hungry? I thought I’d play Mr. Susie Homemaker while you were working,” I say with a wink and Anna blushes while Mary-Beth laughs softly.

“Maybe I should come back later Mary-Beth. I um, I don’t want to interrupt.”  Anna blushes and looks down at the floor, but Mary-Beth quickly answers.

“No, don’t go.  We have a lot of stuff to do., Jameson won’t mind. Will you?” She looks at me as if to say I had better not. 

“If you’ll excuse us Anna, I’m just going to steal Mary-Beth for a moment.” I smile and walk to the bedroom.

“JAMESON YOU’RE WALKING! That’s amazing!” Anna yells and I chuckle and continue to walk to the bedroom. I always liked Anna. She’s a sweet girl with auburn hair that’s curly as all get out, and she has a button nose and freckles. She kind of reminds me of Pippi Longstocking.  She’s been Mary-Beth’s best friend since seventh grade.

“I’m sorry Jameson. I didn’t know.” Mary-Beth says and I just roll my eyes. 

“What’s new Mary-Beth? This happens all the time. I try to do something nice for you and it always gets screwed up.”  I look at her and she gasps and jumps like I have slapped her. 

“What did you expect Jameson! I was freaked out after last night. I didn’t want to be alone!” she yells at me. 

“ALONE? You are not alone, you have me!!!” I look at her and sit on the bed, my hands in my hair.  “What’s happening to us Mary-Beth?” I finally look at her and see the tears running down her face.

“I don’t know Jameson. I honestly don’t know.” She sighs and walks out the door, and that’s when I make my mind up. I grab the phone and text Luke and Mason to meet me at the bar outside of town.  

Walking into the living room I turn to Anna, “Enjoy dinner. There’s some wine in the fridge, too.”  I smile and walk out the door. A minute later, Anna comes running out of it.

“Jameson, wait.”  I just raise my hand and keep walking, not in the mood to hear anything more from either of them.  This is how it’s always been. When something goes wrong, it’s Anna and Mary-Beth against the world, and sometimes me.

Sitting at the table with Mason and Luke, I sip my beer.  For the first time in ten months I actually can stand on my own two legs; okay well the metal legs I’ve been given, but still.  Since Mary Beth is being a bitch about everything the guys decided to take me out.

“She really brought Anna back today?”  Mason asks and rolls a straw paper between his fingers.

“Yea, I kind of freaked her out last night.  I woke up around two screaming with phantom pain.”  I shake my head and Mason laughs softly.

“Dude, that’s still messed up. You’re walking! That’s outstanding! That alone deserves some pussy!” Luke slaps my back and chugs his beer.

“Yeah, well it didn’t happen now, did it?”  I drink a swig of my beer and then look down at the bar.  When did my life get so turned around?  Oh, that’s right. It was ten months ago when that bomb took people that I cared about.  It seems that life will continue to take people I care about from me.  I see Mary-Beth slowly slipping through my fingers and there is not a damn thing I can do to stop it.

“Dude, you should have been there the first time I went to therapy.”  I laugh softly and Mason sits up.

“Oh man, I take it this has to do with Sam?” 

“Oh yeah, she knew I would bust my ass, but she sure wasn’t going to stop me.”  I start peeling the label off my beer and chuckle at the memory. 

“You wouldn’t have let her even if she tried.”  They both laugh and I nod my head in agreement. 

“Man, I can’t believe Sam did that,” Luke says smirking knowing damn well his sister would do that. “She’s come a long way since high school. I suppose being in her profession with a bunch of men who think they are too good for a woman to help them has hardened her,” he says with a grimace. I snort a response and Mason laughs, shooting his beer all over himself. 

I can’t help but notice how much Luke and Sam look more alike as they get older. It’s kind of scary in a roundabout way.  “Man, you have your legs blown off and see what the hell goes through your brain. Until you do, don’t fucking talk shit,” I growl out and stare in the distance as I see the one person I care nothing to see, walking right towards me. 

Sam’s hair is down in curls and you can see the purple popping through. She’s wearing a black tank top that shows off the curves of her breasts. I know I shouldn’t be checking her out, but damn it I’m a man. It’s how we’re wired.

Sam walks to the table and smiles. “Hey guys. Luke - mom said you had better get your ass home Sunday, or she’s coming to find you,” Sam says and I see Luke cringe. I don’t blame him because, let’s be honest, Mrs. Blalock was not the type of woman you wanted all up in your space. She was one of those momma’s that calls you every 5 minutes, and never stops until she knows when the last time you shit was. I felt bad for them. I listened on to the banter around the table and looked around the club. My phone buzzes and just like that, there goes my mood. I’d think after not being answered one hundred times, he’d eventually realize I didn’t want to talk. However, Johnson never was the brightest bulb in the pack.

“Guys, I’m heading out. I’ve got an earlier start in the morning,” I say and grab my jacket. I go to stand on my feet, when Sam puts her hand on my arm.  I growl and then look her in the eyes.

“I’m fine Sam,” I say and she flinches as if I’ve hit her. 

“God, Jameson! I was just going to ask you how the prosthetics were working for you.  Thanks again for reminding me why I hated you growing up.  You’re not the only person who lost something you know. Ass.” She turns and walks away from me. I look at Luke and he just shrugs his shoulders.  I finish my beer and I make my way home to Mary Beth.

I walk into the apartment and grimace. I hope that maybe she’s in a better mood. Tonight was the night it was supposed to happen. I have my legs back and I am going to show my woman how much I’ve missed her.  “Mary Beth?” I call out, looking for her. I find her in our bedroom, wearing only a black lace bra that accentuates her beautiful cleavage, and a sexy little thong.

“I was wondering when you were going to come home to me Jameson.” She smiles and I walk over to her. I grab her hair, pulling her to me, my mouth branding hers.  Mary Beth meets my mouth with as much passion as I have, but something feels off. It feels like this is the last time she will touch me, as if to say goodbye.

“I love you Mary Beth.” She moans a response into my mouth and then starts to slide my shirt over my head.

I lean over and lick her neck pulling her tits out of her bra, her rosy pink buds calling out to me. Well, who am I to disappoint? I chuckle as she shoves them towards my mouth.  “Jameson,” she pants out and I revel in the sound of it. This is what sex is supposed to be. I moan into her nipple and swirl my tongue as my hand runs down her smooth stomach and into her lace panties. I suck hard as she whimpers and I slide my hand between her slick opening. I moan at feeling how wet she is.

“So wet for me, huh baby?” I breathe out and slide my finger inside her tight pussy.

“Jameson! Please!”

I look up into her face and smirk. “Please what?” I ask as I drag my tongue down her body. I lick inside her navel and she arches into me.  She grabs my head and pulls me back up the bed to her face. My spitfire is here now.

“Fuck me Jameson.” I laugh as her breath hits my face and I kiss her lips. She flips me over and pulls her thong to the side. She unzips my pants, not even bothering to undress me.

I groan out as she slides down onto my shaft and she screams out her pleasure.  I reach out and grab those tits I love so much and pinch her nipples. 

“That’s it baby! Fuck me,” I growl out as she slides up slowly and slams down hard. I don’t know what the hell got into Mary Beth but I love it. Perhaps I should go away for a year again. 

I lean forward and suck her nipple into my mouth as she bounces up and down on my cock. I know I’m getting close and I try to help her come as well. “Slow down, or I’m going to come deep inside you in two seconds,” I growl, but she doesn’t stop. Then the woman leans back and slides her fingers over her swollen clit and rubs herself.  If that’s not the hottest shit I’ve seen, and it sends me over the edge.  I grab her hips and pull her down on my cock as I explode deep inside her, at the same time she comes around my dick screaming my name. 

“Holy shit!” I mutter as she gets off me. She leans down, kisses me and rolls off me and into the bed, falling asleep in a matter of minutes.  Why does this shit feel like goodbye?

Jameson,

I don’t really know how to say this to you so I am doing it the only way I know how. I have put this pen to this piece of paper ten times not really sure how to say this to you. I love you, I do. But with everything that has happened and is happening, you’ve changed. You’ve become this bitter man, and I cannot seem to get you to come back to me. We both know how I can’t handle stress, and that with everything that has happened,
it’s just too much for me to deal with now.  I am only 22 years old, and I know I have made mistakes, everyone
has. Perhaps one day I will look back on this and think doing this was a mistake, but for now,
this is what is best for me.  A place in my heart will forever be yours, but this is not my burden to bear.  I hope you can forgive me one day.

Mary-Beth

“A LETTER!!!” I roar into the phone, knowing this would be on her voicemail because she was too chicken shit to answer the phone. “A FUCKING LETTER Mary Beth?! After all the shit we have been through in the last six years!  Burying your mother and sister, my tour in Afghanistan, and a pregnancy scare! You leave me in a LETTER?!” I grab the window seal and try to break it with what strength I have. How can she possibly do this to me? “You know what Mary Beth? You’re a coward! A FUCKING COWARD!”