Damaged 2 (Damaged #2)(19)
Author: H.M. Ward

I unfold the check and blink twice at the number. Holy fuck, that’s a lot of money. I could buy an island with this check and every little thing I could possibly want. All I have to do is get in the car and drive away. It’s what Sean wants. I take the check and smile at him. I slip into the front seat of my car, and I’m sure Sean thinks I’m going to leave when I start the car.

"Good girl," Sean says, like he’s pleased with me. God, he’s such an arrogant prick. He steps up to the car to shut the door, but my foot is still hanging out. The lighter finally pops. I take it and step out of the car.

"Here’s what I think of your offer." I touch the lighter to the corner of the check. I hoped it would catch fire and burn, but the thing barely makes the paper smoke. I press the lighter to the paper over and over again, but it doesn’t burst into flames. It just makes little circles all over the check.

"Very cute. Go ahead and decorate the other side too so they match. The bank won’t care."

The damn thing won’t catch. I make an annoyed sound in the back of my throat and throw the lighter on the ground. Ripping the check into a million pieces I hiss horrible things at Sean and then throw the bits of paper in his face. "You don’t own me. I can do whatever I want and I want Peter, so deal with it."

Sean flicks a piece of paper off his sweater but doesn’t react. "I already wired the money into your account. The check was a showpiece. Get in your car and drive away."

I stare at him in shock. He can’t do that! Can he? "What’s wrong with you? Don’t you want Peter to be happy?"

"Yes, I do, very much so. Based on everything he’s told me, you have your own shit to deal with, and I don’t want him to be any part of it. The best thing you can do for my brother is to get in your car, leave, and never look back.

"No matter what his last name is, Pete will always be a Ferro. He’ll always have more shit than he can handle, and he really can’t carry more. I’m telling you things that you already know. If money doesn’t appeal to you, then maybe you shouldn’t think about yourself at all.

"What’s best for Peter? Dragging him with you is making him regress. He shouldn’t be here. This place is toxic; our whole f**ked-up family is poison. Peter knows that, but he came back for you—he’s done everything for you, and you’ve led him straight into hell."

Sean’s words are clipped. He delivers them with more passion than I would have thought possible. There’s no doubt in my head that Sean is protecting his brother, that he knows better than anyone what kind of personal demons lurk at this house, in this place.

I want to say that I didn’t know, that I’m not selfish, but I am. I slip into the car and let Sean close the door. The window is down. Sean leans in, saying, "You’re doing the right thing."

I can’t look at him. Gripping the wheel tightly, I hiss, "Take the money out of my account. If you leave a single penny, I’ll come back and shove it up your ass."

Sean’s lips twitch like he wants to smile. "Very well. By the time you’re home, the funds will be gone."

Gone. The word rings in my ears. Peter will be gone as well. No doubt Sean will tell him something that will keep him from looking for me. I pull away slowly with my heart in my mouth. I had no idea what Peter went through, and bringing him back up here was the worst thing I could have done.

CHAPTER 23

I pull up to my childhood home after dark. It looks just the way I remember it—a big grassy lawn and gardens overflowing with flowers. I thought I’d have a house like this one day. Now I don’t know what I’ll have.

My phone has been silent since I left the Ferro mansion. I thought Peter would call me. I thought he’d come after me. I can’t stand the thought of not seeing him again. I wonder what Sean told him and can’t help but wonder where he is now and what he’s doing.

I turn off the engine and open the door. Me and the turkey walk up the center sidewalk to the house. I ring the bell. I don’t live here anymore. This isn’t my home, and these people are strangers to me. My father opens the door wearing his normal nighttime garb—jeans and an old T-shirt. He has a bag of chips in one hand. He doesn’t really look up until I speak.

"Hey, Dad."

Recognition shoots across his face at the same time he glances up. He stares at me like I’m a ghost. "Sidney." Dad doesn’t say anything else. I can tell that there’s a battle going on inside his mind. He’s happy to see me but betrayed that I left. Awkwardness consumes me. I know leaving was the right thing to do, but still—I feel sorry that I caused them pain.

"Sam told me Mom’s sick." He nods and opens the door to let me in.

"Yeah, she is. Things have been rough. She’s been asking for you."

I nod and step inside. The house is filled with people, family, neighbors, and people from the past. Most of them glare at me. They don’t know what happened, they just know that I ran off and broke my parents’ hearts. They don’t temper their disgust as Dad leads me inside.

"My baby came home! We’re together again." He pinches my cheek so hard that it hurts. I smile at him and try not to pull away. His emotions flip, like he decided to let it go. Dad’s all smiles and walking around showing me off the way he used to. He tells people that already know me that I’m his daughter, that his little girl came home. He’s so excited to see me. He doesn’t ask where I’ve been or why I didn’t tell him.

Tears sting my eyes, but I blink them back. Leaving like that hurt him terribly. I can see it on their faces, and hear it in his voice. Dad sounds proud of me, which totally kills me. I left with good reason. I left because no one believed me. I left because they liked Dean more than me.

Dad circles me through the room, laughing loudly and beaming. I’m polite and smile even though I can tell that no one wants me here. That’s when I see Sam leaning against the railing that goes upstairs to the bedrooms. His arms are folded across his chest. He glances behind me looking for Peter, but Peter is gone.

Sam steps toward us. "I told you I’d find her and bring her back. It’s good to see you, sis." Sam leans in and gives me a quick hug. Everyone thinks he’s wonderful, that he brought his wayward sister home. If they cheer, I won’t be able to take it.

I look back at my dad. "What’s going on with Mom? Can I see her?"

Dad takes my hand and pulls me into the kitchen. There are fewer people in this room. My aunt is making something on the stove. There are countless dishes covered in aluminum foil on the kitchen table. Mom’s kiss the cook collection is still on display in this room. Everywhere I turn, there’s another plaque or doll or apron that says KISS THE COOK.

Dad walks to the other end of the dining room and pulls out a chair for me. "Have you eaten? Beth, make her a plate."

I wave at Aunt Beth and say no, but they both ignore me. A moment later Aunt Beth sets down a paper plate over flowing with food in front of me. "Eat. You’re too skinny." She gives me a look of disapproval and turns back to the stove.

"Dad, what’s wrong with Mom?"

"She’s got the cancer, baby girl. It snuck up on us. One day she was fine, and then she wasn’t. We did chemo for a while, but it’s too far gone. She already lived longer than they expected." He says the words stoically like he’s said them a million times before.

"Why isn’t she in the hospital?"

"You know your mother. She wanted to be home. We have everything she needs here. The only thing we were missing was you. She’ll be happy to see you."

I nod slowly, letting everything sink in. I knew Sam said she was dying, but I didn’t realize she was that far gone. My stomach sours. I dart out of my chair and race to the bathroom and dry heave until my brow is covered in sweat. Everything crashes into me in merciless waves. Remorse so deep that I can’t fathom the pain, the lost time, the hatred and the fact that I didn’t forgive her blast into me. In the back of my mind I always thought there’d be time to patch things up. It wasn’t a conscious thought, but it was there.

Now, there is no time. I lost that chance and I’ll never get it back.

CHAPTER 24

I’m numb inside and out, staring at nothing. A few hours have passed since I got home, and it’s too much. My emotions overloaded and shorted out. The only good thing that’s happened is that Dean hasn’t shown up.

Sam finds me sitting outside alone. "Hey, Sid."

I take a sip of my soda. My stomach is still queasy. It’s late. Most of the people in my house left. They’ll come back every day until Mom passes away, bringing food and keeping my father company.

"I wanted to say sorry for the way things happened in Texas. I should have known you’d come back. I was worried about Dad—about what would happen to him if you didn’t get up to say good-bye. He’s been smiling too much lately, like he’s losing his mind. Every day Mom slips further away. She wakes less and barely talks anymore. The one thing he wanted to give her before she dies is you.

"Anyway, I’m sorry. I handled it wrong and I shouldn’t have brought Dean."

My brother rarely apologizes. My eyes are strained, so when I glance at him it makes my head ache. "Where is he, anyway?" I didn’t see him inside and the thought of bumping into him at any moment has me on edge.

Sam looks at me like I’m making no sense. "Where is who? Dean?" I nod. "He doesn’t come around anymore. Actually, after you left, Ma told Dean she’d bury him in the garden and use the frying pan she killed him with as his headstone. It was kind of intense."

I stare at him in shock. All this time I thought Dean was in my house with my family. I left because they believed him over me. Sam doesn’t realize the weight of his words. He may be my twin but there’s no crosslink between us. Empathy doesn’t flow through some twin-type bond.

Sam looks over at me with a quizzical look on his face. "What?"

"Do you know why?"

Sam shrugs. "No idea. She lost it when you left. Maybe she just took it out on Dean. I don’t know."

"But you still hung around him?"

"Yeah, he didn’t do anything. He’s a good guy, Sid."

I’m not having this conversation with him, so I don’t answer. I resume my blank stare until Sam gets up and walks away. Dean’s his best friend and always has been. It makes me wonder if Sam cares about me at all. Sometimes I think he must, but when he says things like that—I don’t know anymore.

My dad steps outside and calls my name. It rekindles memories of playing outside well past dark and my dad standing at the door and calling us in. On warm nights like this my mom would make fudge, so being called in wasn’t so bad. I’ve always had a horrible sweet tooth.

"Coming," I say and get off the bench. I’ve been outside thinking, wondering if I was right or wrong, and waiting for my mother to wake up. They told me that as her pain medicine wears off, she wakes up. There are so many things to say to her, but I haven’t settled on anything yet.

"She’s awake and asking for you." Dad smiles at me sadly. "I told her you were here and she smiled. She hasn’t smiled in ages, Sid. Go on up."

Before I walk away, I throw my arms around him. Dad hugs me back and then shoos me, telling me to get up there. I climb the stairs and head toward my parents’ bedroom. I ran down these halls as child. If a nightmare woke me, I’d run into their room so they’d protect me. But now everything is flipped around. My mom is being destroyed by her own body and no one can save her.