White Trash Damaged Part 18

"Right." He paused, and I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. "That night"-he swallowed hard as he struggled not to let the emotions of that time take over-"I stole my mom's car. s.h.i.+t, that sounds bad. I drove to my girlfriend's house and she wasn't home. That was normal. Her mother seemed shocked to see me, though. It was odd. I always loved her mother, and we were close when they lived down the road from me. That day, something was different." He shook his head. "It was probably all in my head-I was pretty f.u.c.ked up about what had happened. So I tried her cell phone and after three tries, she finally answered. She told me she was doing her homework while her mom cooked dinner."

"Oh, no," I said as I realized she had lied to him on the worst day of his life. I closed my eyes as if preparing for a physical blow. I didn't want to see his heart break in his eyes as he told the rest of the story. His warm hand slid over mine, and I opened my eyes.

"It's fine. It was a long time ago." He sat back, his hand sliding off mine. We picked up our shots that had been dropped off while he was talking.

"To friends." He held out his shot gla.s.s, and I b.u.mped mine against his, causing some of the alcohol to splash over our fingers. We drank it down as a hard-rock song came on the jukebox. We both glanced over in that direction as another patron rounded the bar and took a seat on his stool.

"Enough of that sappy s.h.i.+t. I drink to forget, not remember."

Eric and I just looked at each other and laughed. I took a drink of my soda and looked up at Eric, waiting for him to continue.

He gripped the back of his neck in his hand as he rolled his head from side to side. His eye was purpling and I could only imagine the lump that was forming from his head slamming the floor. As much as I loved Tucker, in that moment all I saw was Jax, and it terrified me.

"You okay?"

"One of my headaches. It's no big deal."

"Why do you get them?"

"That's another story. We still haven't finished this one. So, as I sat outside of her house in my mother's old station wagon, knowing d.a.m.n well she wasn't inside, my sadness was replaced with anger. I drove around town checking out all the local hangouts. I knew she had mentioned her friend getting a brand-new Jetta, so I kept an eye out. I saw a candy-apple red Jetta parked outside of Tommy's Pizza. I walked up to the front of the building and I wasn't even mad that she had lied. s.h.i.+t, I lied sometimes, too. We were kids, but I really needed her." He swallowed hard and cleared his throat. "As I walked in front of the large window in the front of the building I saw her inside with some guy kissing his way down her neck."

"I'm so sorry." My hand flew over my mouth.

"Not as sorry as she was. I grabbed one of those stupid decorative bricks from the little garden under the window and threw it as hard as I could. As soon as it left my fingers I knew I had f.u.c.ked up. I cried as I drove out of there as fast as possible, like I could somehow turn back time. I wasn't that great of a driver, though, and I didn't see a stop sign. I wrecked . . . hard. I didn't hit anyone else, luckily, but I had a pretty severe concussion and spent a few weeks in the hospital." He looked up at the ceiling before looking back at me. "I lost my brother, I lost my girl, I couldn't get my license. I got put on probation for the window and driving without a license, Coach kicked me off the team. My parents were p.i.s.sed. They didn't know how to deal with my brother's death, and I became the perfect scapegoat, the ideal punching bag. The rest is rock-and-roll history."

"Geez. That's why you have the headaches?"

"No. Like I said, another story."

I shook my head as I sat back in my seat. "But, what does that have to do with Tucker?"

"I gave up on football, of course, after I was kicked off the team. I began to play my drums more and more. It was a good release for anger, and I wasn't allowed to leave my house. My parents couldn't wait for me to turn eighteen. They wanted me out of the f.u.c.king house so bad." He signaled the bartender, and my stomach churned.

"I can't."

"Two beers," he called out and ran his hand over his head. "So, long story just a little longer." He smirked. "I auditioned for Damaged. It was a cool group of guys, and I felt like I finally belonged somewhere, ya know?"

I did know. The band had become my family, and now they had been taken away from me just as they had from him. We fell silent for a moment.

"It was amazing to have people who understood you. I loved it. I gave everything to the band. But one day, she walked back into my life."

I was sitting on the edge of my chair now, completely lost in his sad story and wondering how it had anything to do with Tucker.

"We played a gig at this stupid little dive bar. Kind of like this place." The bartender raised an eyebrow as he sat down our bottles and Eric chuckled. "When she walked in, I couldn't play. I couldn't move. I hadn't stopped loving her. I mean, I hated her, but my heart just wouldn't let go. When our set ended I was dying. It felt like my heart hadn't beat since I last saw her that day when she caused it to stop. I waited for the other guys to get off the stage, and as I went to walk down the steps, I watched Tucker wrap his arms around Cadence and kiss her."

I felt the color drain from my face as I heard her name. I knew Cadence all too well. She had tried her best to break Tucker and me up the night I had found out I was pregnant.

"Tucker stole your girlfriend?"

Eric took a long swig of his beer and set the bottle on the table, spinning it in his fingers.

"Nope. He didn't know. She had lied to him just as she lied to me. I had no idea it was him in that pizza shop until he told me how long they had been together. She never mentioned it. She acted like we didn't know each other. That hurt more than the cheating, I think."

I took a drink from my beer, hoping I could make myself numb enough not to care about Tucker with someone else. My memory flashed to him on the bike with that b.i.t.c.h straddling his lap.

"For the most part I was able to pretend it wasn't killing me inside, but then one day . . ." He shook his head and closed his eyes. I was worried about his headaches, but I didn't want to interrupt him. "She decided to come on tour with us. It was so hard watching them together and knowing she was sleeping so close by . . . with him. I knew it wasn't his fault, but it still ripped me apart. He had been like a brother to me."

I reached across the table and slid my hand over his, trying to give him the same comfort as he had given me. His fingers wrapped around mine and he stared down at them and smiled.

"It feels good to be able to talk about this." His fingers unwrapped from mine, and I pulled my hand back, placing it on my bottle.

"Is that why you fight him so much?"

He scrubbed his hands over his face, trying to shake the darker mood that had settled over him.

"No. Cadence had been using drugs here and there. I caught her snorting something one night, and I tried to tell Tucker about it. He flipped out on me, saying I was jealous of him, and he saw the way I looked at his girl. His girl. He didn't want to believe she was doing all this crazy s.h.i.+t. One day my pills went missing and I flipped out. My head was killing me. I tried to tell him it was her, but he didn't believe me. Not until one day when we found her in a bathroom after a show. She was lying in a heap on the floor, covered in sweat. I thought she was dead."

"You blame Tucker for what she did?"

"I blame her for her actions . . . but she was a junkie and needed help. He refused to see it. He blamed me, saying I gave her the pills and I was trying to screw up what he had."

"That doesn't sound like Tucker," I said in barely a whisper as I took another drink.

"He got the girl and he let her nearly die. After she finally got the help she needed, he tossed her aside."

"And you wouldn't have? She was toxic." I remembered everything that Tucker had told me about her, trying to find a way to defend him, explain his heartlessness.

"I would have walked through h.e.l.l and back for her."

"You can only take so much before you get burned."

Eric's eyes met mine as he thought over what I said.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right." He took a drink. "I think he is still trying to make it up to himself."

"How so?"

"He didn't let you die."

Suddenly I wondered if Tucker had saved me because he thought it would make up for what happened in the past.

"I didn't mean it like that, Ca.s.s. I just meant he wouldn't let someone he cared about get hurt again."

I nodded, but the tears were forming in my eyes and I just wanted to break down.

"Does he know now that you had dated her?"

"Yeah. We got in a fight once and I let it slip. It didn't make things any better between us."

"Obviously," I joked as I looked over his fat lip and bruised eye. He laughed. "I need to use the bathroom."

Eric's eyes scanned the room and he pointed to the back left corner with the neck of his bottle. I pushed from the table and walked on wobbly legs to the door. I hadn't realized how much I had drunk until I stood. The bathroom was a single stall, and I was grateful for a little privacy. I splashed some cold water on my face. This was a lot to absorb. And suddenly, I questioned Tucker's motives for wanting to help me. For the first time in a long time, I felt like a charity case. It made me sick.

I left the bathroom and pulled a one-dollar bill from my back pocket. Eric was staring down at his bottle, lost in memories.

"Can I get change?" I asked the bartender. He took the bill and gave me my quarters. I scanned over the machine, trying to find something to cheer up Eric before he noticed I was out of the bathroom. I flipped through the pages of CDs, reading over the t.i.tles carefully. Finally, I found a song I thought might make him smile. I made my way back to my seat hoping to lighten the mood.

As House of the Rising Sun began to play, Eric looked up at me and grinned.

"A girl after my own heart." He put his hand on his chest and fell against the back of his chair.

"Did you drink more while I was gone?"

He held up his fingers to let me know he had a little more.

"I think you need to be cut off."

He gave me a frightened looked and I laughed, loudly.

"Not Bobbit style. You need to slow down on the alcohol."

"You might be right." He picked up his bottle and drained the rest of the contents. "But we don't have anywhere else to be."

My heart sank again. I didn't have anywhere to go, and all of my things were on the bus except for my bag from my trip. It was still on Tucker's motorcycle and I wasn't ready to face him yet. I was completely lost. I thought about calling my dad, but he had enough mouths to feed, and not nearly enough food to go around.

"I suppose you're right." I grabbed my bottle and drank the rest of the warming bubbly liquid.

"Tell me about the headaches."

Eric sighed as he recalled the beating from his father two months after the death of his brother.

We sat for several more hours, drinking and reliving our pasts until we both were having trouble walking on our own. We left the bar and stumbled across the expansive parking lot, but everyone was long gone, including Tucker's bike. Sadness consumed me again as I stared at the empty spot where it had been.

"We need a cab," Eric slurred as he looked around.

"I need to call Tucker." I held up the phone for Eric to see.

"You sure that's a good idea?"

"What else are we going to do? I don't have a choice."

He nodded, rubbing the side of his head.

"You need your medicine, and we can't just sleep out here in a parking lot."

I pulled out my phone, expecting a screen filled with missed calls and texts from Tucker. My heart sank when I was greeted by a blank screen.

"Let me call Donna." Eric grabbed his phone and dialed her number before I could argue. I hated Donna. I'd rather sleep with wild dogs than ask her for help, but Eric couldn't go on suffering.

"Where are you?" he asked. Still ma.s.saging his head, his eyes closed as he listened. I chewed nervously on my lip, wis.h.i.+ng I could make this whole day disappear.

Eric's gaze met mine. I furrowed my brow, wis.h.i.+ng I could hear the conversation.

"Why wait for things to cool down? It will only get worse when I come back. This s.h.i.+t needs to be settled."

He fell silent again, and he s.h.i.+fted his weight from foot to foot.

"You know this is bulls.h.i.+t." His entire tone changed, and I knew he was no longer talking to Donna. I wrapped my arms around myself and looked around the parking lot trying not to focus on the bitter fight I had caused. "Fine."

He hung up the phone and began pacing.

"What did he say?"

"He will be here to pick you up in a few minutes."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

I took a step toward him and he turned around, trying to hide the sadness that was written all over his face.

"He can't just leave you out here."

"Ca.s.s, just go with him and fix this for yourself. I'll be fine. He needs you."

"I think I need him more than he needs me."

Eric turned back around, shaking his head as we heard the distant growl of Tucker's bike.

"You guys have been through a lot and that can either make you closer or rip you apart. You have to decide which way you want to go and stick with it."

"That was deep." I laughed, trying to lighten the situation.

"That's what she said." He winked as he smiled. His expression faded as Tucker pulled up beside us. He grabbed the spare helmet from the back of his bike and held it out to me. I looked from him to Eric, hating that he was being left behind. He had been through enough of that in his life.

I walked over to Tucker, my legs shaking from nervousness and inebriation.

"I'm not going to leave him out here." I watched Tucker's expression change to anger, and I held up a hand to stop him before he said something he would regret. I took another step closer and leaned in, kissing him softly on the lips. "I wouldn't ever cheat on you, Tucker, and Eric would never hurt you like that. He is my friend, and he is yours, too. We are supposed to be a family. Family doesn't do this."

"You're drunk," was all he said. Tucker looked from Eric to me several times before he mumbled a curse word and pulled out his phone. He called Donna and told her to come pick up Eric. We all fell silent after he ended the call.

"Just go. I'll be fine." Eric waved his hand at us.

"She'll be here any minute," Tucker replied, not looking at him.

I nodded reluctantly and slid my leg over the back of Tucker's bike. I took the helmet from his hand and secured it on my head. As we circled past Eric I gave him a smile before we took off fast across the deserted parking lot. I held on to Tucker, thankful I could wrap my arms around him again. I was hurt and confused, but Eric's words had struck a chord. We needed to make a choice. We needed to decide if we would let our past pull us apart or help hold us together.

The ride back to the bus went entirely too fast. I didn't want to let go of Tucker, not knowing if things were going to be okay between us. We had a lot to discuss. As the bus came into view I suddenly felt a new wave of emotion. Embarra.s.sment. Luckily, the alcohol made me feel brave enough to pull myself from Tucker. I took off my helmet as he got off the bike, shaking out my hair. Tucker stood beside me not saying a word. He took my helmet from me, looking it over before tossing it on the back of his bike.