Page 41 of Wreckage of Us
“Then maybe you should start with asking ifIwant to holdyourhand,” she points her finger at herself, then at me.
I press on the breaks so hard, we’d be flying through the windshield if we didn’t have the seatbelts on.
“What the hell are you doing?” she screams at me.
I reach to the passenger seat and lift myself off my own seat just a little to reach the back of her head better. With a sudden move, I crash my lips onto hers, using the element of surprise to kiss the shit out of her until she can’t think anymore. I bite and suck, kiss and lick until she is a puddle of nothing in my hands.
“Dylan…” she whispers, her lips touching mine when she speaks.
“I just want to hold your hand, baby,” I whisper back. “Give me your hand.”
There’s a pregnant pause where I don’t even think she’s breathing, which in turn is making me hold my breath as well. And then it happens. Her face breaks into the biggest smile.
“Okay,” is all she says and puts her small hand into mine.
“Okay,” I bob my head up and down, then turn around and get the truck rolling again.
“Thank you for taking me to work,” she finally says, her fingers flexing and relaxing in my hand.
“It’s for your own safety, baby,” I assure her.
“Do you know where your father is?” she asks in a small voice.
Isn’t that the million dollar question, I think to myself. By now, we know for sure the fucker is alive. Either that, or someone impersonating him is out there trying to take us all down.
“Don’t know yet, that’s why I need to have my eyes on you at all times. You’ll be safe at work,” I tell her, but in the back of my mind, I do wonder if maybe she should stay home until we get all this shit resolved. “When I’m not with you, Malone will help.”
“What about my classes?”
Fuck, I forgot about that.
“Can you take them online?” That would seriously be ideal. But how the hell do you take online courses to become a nurse? Isn’t that more of hands on type of job?
“I can takesomeclasses online,” Becca informs me. “But I have labs, and no way I can do them from home. I can possibly push them back for a while.” She hesitates for a second. “If you don’t think this will take long. How long do you think you’ll stay for?”
“You’re already plotting my exit, baby?” I tease her but squeeze her hand harder with mine. She will have to understand at some point that I am not leaving. I fucked up so much with this girl, and now I need to make up for it. Leaving her is not an option.
“Well,” she starts fidgeting in her seat. “I just need to plan, you know?” Her voice is a bit shaky. “Time is sort of limited right now. I was hoping to finish my classes before the baby got here, and…”
All of a sudden, she stops talking. When I glance at her to make sure she’s okay, I see that she’s just staring out the window.
“Becca,” I try to get her attention. “Look at me, babe.” But she refuses to cooperate. I can tell that she’s trying not to cry, so I decide to give her some space.
I don’t let go of her hand for the entire trip to the hospital, even though she attempts to pull it back a couple of times. But no, she gave it to me, and now it’s mine. Her hand, her heart, everything.
I pull the truck at the curb, close to the entrance of the hospital. I still don’t let go of her hand, and she can’t get out because the locks are engaged from my side. The setting was on purpose when I first got the truck from Sully, as I feared but also expected Becca trying to escape me.
“Please look at me,” I ask her again. When she finally does it, I am humbled by the sadness I see in her face. I really broke a part of her. I can only hope to fix it now. Fuck, I may need my mother’s help for this one. She’ll love that.
“I’m looking,” she mumbles just as a lone tear starts running down her cheek.
“I am not leaving, Bex,” I stare into her eyes, begging her to believe me.
“Why not?” she fixates those big eyes of hers on me, leaving me almost breathless.
“Because I love you. And I want to be with you. I want…”
“You didn’t love me a couple of days ago,” she cuts me off. “So what changed since then?”
