Tough to Love: Saving Avery (8 page)

“Okay, so what do we know so far, and what’s next?”

“Her step-brother is pressing charges like I told you, and what I need is for Avery to tell her side of the story to show just cause.”

“Of course,” she said, agreeing.

“It’s not that easy,” I started.

Kira stared at me like I had two heads. “Why not?”

“I don’t want to dig up the past,” I started, feeling weak.

“Digging up the past? That’s what you call it? If he raped you, he deserves what he gets,” her voice was hardened. Softening just a little bit, “Listen, I know what it’s like, but you can’t let them win.”

I watched her face, seeing her flinch mentioning bits and pieces of her past.

“I don’t think I can,” I said quietly.

“So you’re willing to let Steel fall, without trying to save him?” Her demeanor changed.

“I didn’t say that,” I quickly defended.

“You didn’t say you’re stepping up to help him either,” she pointed out.

“It’s complicated,” I fumbled.

She was annoyed. “Look, I don’t know what you went through in your situation, but for me letting go of the shame and taking my power back was huge. I can’t promise it would be the same for you, but you can’t turn your back on my brother.”

I looked away. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want Steel to have trouble because of me, but couldn’t a fancy, expensive lawyer get him out of this mess? And couldn’t he just pay him off, and slide it under the table – then we could all put it behind us.

“Steel can’t have another notch against him,” she said, trying to find my soft spot. “After what happened in Seattle, this could destroy him if it came down hard against him. He’s got a promising future; don’t make him give up his career.”

Steel watched us talk, and finally stepped in. “It will all work out,” he said trying to make us all feel better.

I looked over at the man that had shattered my wall, broken through, pulled down brick after brick, and finally caved. “I’ll do it for you.”

They both turned to look at me. Kira spoke first, “You won’t regret it, I promise. We’ll both stand by your side.”

That surprised me. I expected she’d be a thorn in my side, but it turns out she was about to turn into a very good friend, something I hadn’t had in ages.

A collective sigh went through the room. I was terrified, but I wasn’t alone.

Digging up the past was going to be ugly, and without proof and my word against his own, it may get nowhere – but when it came down to it, it could save Steel’s career from collapsing. Surely they’d see he was protecting my honor, not some violent criminal who attacked people for no reason, the way they were going to try to do it – damn, sleazy lawyers.

Only my asshole step-monster was willing to accept a settlement to let it all rest quickly and quietly. Money to buy him off and to keep his mouth shut. Steel took the deal, but thought I should still press charges. Without the pressure on him anymore, I changed my mind and decided to let it drop. If I’d been smart and reported it immediately, there would have been proof, proof between my legs, but I didn’t. Now it was only my words, with absolutely no evidence, no prior police report, no nothing - only digging up bones.

Kira decided to stay, and I decided to move into Steel’s room. We were sleeping together regularly, and each time I curled into him, I felt stronger, safer, and more confident. I think it was being cared for, cared about, and truly wanted.

It was when Kira decided she was taking issue with our growing bond that things got ugly. She was fine with me being his girl until the point that he said he loved me. The moment it came out, things changed.

I heard that he loved me through her raised voice, not from him telling me. I was half asleep, still waking up.

“You love her, but you barely know her,” she lamented, her pitch too loud.

“Shhh, keep it down, she’s sleeping.”

“Have you told her?” 

I stayed in bed eavesdropping. I knew it was wrong, listening in like this, but it was too hard to tune out. Hearing that Steel loved me blew me away. I felt warm and wonderful, though reeled at her reaction.

“She’s not good enough for you, Steel, she’ll hold you back.”

“What makes you an expert?” He was getting annoyed with his little sister questioning his choices.

“She works at some dive bar, Steel. You’re a professional ball
player; you need somebody more high profile, less white trash.”

“Holy shit, did you just call her trash?”

“Come on, I didn’t mean it that way.”

“I expected more out of you,” he swatted with his words, almost spitting them out.

“Steel, that’s not fair. You know I’m just looking out for you. How do you know she’s not a gold digger looking to strike it rich?”

“You know nothing about her, not where she comes from, not how I found her – and what we have is real.” He was firm, direct, and strong. He wasn’t letting his sister second guess his choices.

“I’m sorry, okay,” she said, trying to pacify him. “It’s just that I’m trying to watch your back.”

“Don’t bother, if you’re going to tear Avery down.”

“You’re making a mistake,” she finally shot out, and then stomped down the hallway, slamming her door shut.

I quickly closed my eyes in case he came into the room. My heart was racing at hearing the words. He loves me – he loves me. Wow, that’s huge. I mean, I know he cares, but he loves me.

She was less than happy, and apparently had stronger opinions of me than I realized. I was horrified she’d even think to classify me as a gold digger, but would I have thought any differently if I was his sister? He’s a professional football player that just came into a lot of money with his new contract. Maybe she thought I staked him out and weaseled my way into his life. Isn’t that a laugh? I kept trying to push him away – but she doesn’t know that. Either way, he loves me. A small smile spread across my lips.

I found him in the kitchen later, kicked back and lost in thought.

“Hey,” I said, padding in, a long t-shirt covering my cotton panties. I wasn’t a fancy lingerie kind of girl, and I wasn’t going to pretend to be one now that I had a boyfriend.

“Hey,” he said, pushing his mug back and slouching onto the table.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just a stupid argument with my sister.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Okay,” I said, pulling the juice from the fridge.

“How’s your final paper coming?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know. I’m not feeling it, but it’s almost finished.” I dropped across from him onto a kitchen chair. “I have no idea what to do with myself,” I confessed. “If I graduate, there’s no reason I can’t start applying for different jobs with a degree in tow. I’m feeling kind of lost.”

“You’ll figure it out,” he said. “Listen, I need to go out for a bit today. Do you mind hanging with my sister?
Also, I was thinking we could go away when you wrap your classes. With training camp coming up, my schedule will be tighter, and I won’t have as much free time. Football season can be pretty intense.”

“Sure,” I said, my insides tight, knowing his sister had grittier feelings for me than I first realized.

I loved the sound of his voice, it was deep and solid. There was something sexy and masculine about it that ran through me in delight.

I tested him, maybe it was out of line, but I said it, waiting to see if he’d say it back. “I’m going to grab a shower, love you,” I laid out casually, watching my tone.

“Okay,” he answered. No “love you” came back, even though I know he felt it. He barely flinched when I said it, but I wondered if I was out of line. Would he know I heard his conversation earlier?

I waited and waited, and he still didn’t say it. I think his sister’s opinion held more weight than I wanted it to.

It was at my graduation than he finally said the words to me.
Soft and warm, he whispered them close, telling me he was proud of what I’d accomplished.

“Congratulations,” he said quietly, his hot breath at my ear, “I love you.”

Pulling back to look at him, his eyes were watching my reaction. “I love you too,” I answered and then accepted a small kiss. We were in public and controlled stronger urges.

“I got you something,” he said pulling out a small
, velvet jewelry box.

On opening it, the diamond earrings sparkled brilliantly. I caught my breath,
“Wow, they’re gorgeous. I can’t accept these, Steel. These must have cost you a fortune.” They weren’t tiny diamond studs, but large pear shaped ones that easily cost more than I could fathom.

“They’re not too much for the girl I love,” he corrected.

I blushed, and accepted the gift as graciously as I could. I didn’t know what to say or what to do, they felt extravagant and more than I deserved.

“Kira helped me pick them out,” he laughed.

“Really?”

“Well, she pointed to a smaller pair, so I knew to upsize because she’d be stingy and isn’t in love with you like I am,” he grinned.

Only it became a tipping point. I didn’t need to be rescued anymore. He didn’t need to save me, and something changed.

Training camp was approaching, and as the men reported for duty, I saw Steel harden. He was preparing himself to be in a new environment
. He was focused and driven. He loved football, but there was a lot of pressure. The Red Hawks paid a lot of money to bring him in, and he didn’t want to let them down. He’d already brought them some bad publicity.

“Listen,” he warned. “I’m not quite the same during football season. I know we met during that time,
but this is different. I’m in the game now, and I get more intense during the season.”

“I can handle intense,” I said, stroking his shoulder, my head resting on my pillow.

He was turned toward me, about to go to sleep. Only his hands started to roam and one thing led to another. Pulling me onto him, I straddled his thighs, feeling his massive hardness within me. When he was inside of me, I felt complete. We’d be just fine, or so I thought.

The problem was that his focus had
changed; his job of fixing me was finished. His main goal would be to get through the season and impress his new team. He had tunnel vision, only being able to pull one thing into focus at a time.

It wasn’t until his sister need
ed saving again that I recognized what was going on in our relationship.  I saw his need to swoop in and be the hero, the savior. I wondered if what we had together was really me being a stray he took in, and now he didn’t know what to do with me since the job was complete
.
Was that all I was, somebody to rescue?

Anyway, back to his sister…s
he’d gotten into a little bit of trouble, nothing major, but he acted like it was the end of the world if he didn’t step in and get involved. Kira got a little too drunk one night and some guy followed her home. It was in watching him save her from the jerk that I saw it. He wasn’t just her big brother; he was being a hero – needing to rescue her from some horny guy. Steel came to life, I saw it in him, his face, his demeanor; I swear his self-esteem was tied to it. He was this white knight chasing away the bad guy and was unstoppable.

Kira loved being
saved; her big brother coming to her rescue was something she was used to. She thrived on it, and for another moment in time he got to feel larger than life. He was meeting this ideal image he had of himself, but when the crisis was over he was simply a normal guy from Seattle with a football contract in Pennsylvania. That should have been enough, getting pulled to the big leagues, a professional team wanted his abilities, but this wasn’t about his career, it was about his identity.

On seeing this,
I was caught off guard. I guess those college classes on psychology taught me something after all – only I didn’t like what I saw, because it now had me questioning everything about our relationship. He didn’t fall in love with me because of who I am; he fell in love with me to fill a void within himself. He wanted to save me, fix me, make things better, because if he could be a hero he became who he wanted to be. Did he want me now that I was healed? Maybe it wasn’t love after all, but co-dependence. If he could make things right in my world, then he did his job which filled his need to be a white knight, letting him feel adequate.

If
Steel was preoccupied with me, making me better, he had purpose – but what happened when I didn’t need him to prop me up anymore? What would fill that void - or worse yet, who? Would he grab hold of the next girl that needed to be saved and let me go in the process? It was overwhelming seeing our reality. This wasn’t what I signed up for – I fell in love with Steel for his strength and caring, but I wasn’t sure he was in love with me at all. He thought he was, but I feared it was something different. 

His
words about his sister cemented it for me, making things crystal clear.

“Kira’s not capable of taking care of herself, she needs me,”
he started. “She wants my advice, and then she doesn’t take it. She should listen to me, I know what’s best. If she moved here, I’d be able to watch over her. She just doesn’t see that I know what she needs more than she does.”