When the Heart Falls(116)

Clearly I've read too many paranormal romances.

While the bed is comfortable, the smell is familiar, but not mine. And the sun is coming from the wrong direction. When Cade fills my vision I gasp. "What? What are you doing in my room?"

Cade. My Cade. Wait, what? Where did that thought come from?

He helps me sit up and the room—not my room—spins.

"You're in my room," he says. "Do you remember anything from last night?"

He hands me a cup of coffee, which I take gratefully and sip on, the hot liquid, sweetened and creamed just the way I like it, warming my insides. "Of course I… Um. Wow. I don't know. It's all a bit hazy, like a dream. What I do remember doesn't make sense. Monsters and giants? That must have been a dream."

Then I realize I'm in his bed. Practically naked, save for the bits of fabric valiantly clinging to me from the outfit last night, his sheet draped over me to cover all my exposed flesh. "Oh my God. Did we—?"

"No. No, we didn't do anything. I slept in the spare bed. You had an allergy attack, and Jenifer gave you something for it. But it was a drug. You were high all night." He told me about macing Jenifer and then coming back to the dorm.

I set the coffee down on the nightstand so hard hot liquid splashes on my hand. "Ow!" I shake the coffee off me. "That bitch drugged me? Against my will? What did I do? What happened to me?"

Fear. Panic. That long ago night comes back to me in a flash, like I'm living it again.

Rodney looms over me, looking larger than life.

My dress is pushed up too high, his hands in places they shouldn't be.

Nothing makes sense. My head is fuzzy, full of cobwebs. His cologne is strong as he leans in.

And then.

Pain.

I start shaking and can't stop, tears flowing down my face as half-shaped memories haunt me. My pulse spikes. I can't breathe, can't talk. Cannot. Stop. Shaking.

"Winter. Shhh. Winter, you're okay. It's okay." Cade's voice breaks through my terror, his arm around me, body firm and warm, melting the fear in my mind. I sob into his shoulder, releasing the memory of that night so long ago and trying to focus on this moment.

When I can speak again, I wipe my tears and take a breath. "I'm sorry. I just, it brought up some bad memories for me. Did anything bad happen last night? Rodney wasn't—" the panic comes again, but Cade stills it with his touch.

"Rodney wasn't anywhere near you, though you seemed intent on assaulting him with pepper spray, which I don't blame you a bit for. That guy is crooked as a barrel of snakes, as my grandfather used to say."

His colloquialism tugs a small grin from my lips.

He rubs my back. "But you didn't do anything at all. I got you back here as soon as I realized what had happened, and you slept the rest of the night. Alone."

Relief overpowers me. Nothing bad had happened. I can feel that now. I know my body feels whole. Mine. Not like before. This wasn't like before.

Still. What the hell?

I stand, pulling his sheet around me. "Can I borrow this until I get dressed? I need to go talk to Jenifer."

He stops me before I leave, his hand on my arm, and chills run up my spine. "Here, I got this for you. Take one a day and you should be fine."

I accept the box from him. It's an antihistamine.

This simple gesture of friendship brings tears to my eyes. "Thank you, Cade."



After a shower and some clean clothes, I feel more like myself—just with a major hangover.

I find Jenifer sitting outside under the shade of a tree, smoking a cigarette and swigging wine from the bottle. She has large dark glasses on, but red skin that looks burned spreads out from under them.

Storming over to her, I prepare my verbal slaughter, mentally practicing what I will say. When I reach her, I open my mouth to begin, but her words stop me.

"I'm sorry." She takes her glasses off, revealing blood shot, swollen eyes filled with tears. Her face is so red she looks like she slept outside on a hot day in the desert. "Oh God, you're going to kill me, aren't you? It's okay. I'm ready. I already had the pepper spray, now it's the knife."

The anger drains out of me like someone pulled the plug on it. I sink down to the grass beside her. "Cade got rid of those." I rest my hand on her arm. "Besides, I don't need them."

She looks at me, a sad, hopeful smile on her face. "So we're okay?"

"Maybe. Just tell me, why'd you do it?"

Jenifer shrugs. "I just wanted you to have fun with me."

Her answer surprises me. "I always have fun with you."

"No, you don't. No one does, unless they're drunk or high or taking my clothes off."

My heart sinks a little at her words. Is this really how she feels about herself? "You don't have to do that with me."

"But I—

"No, seriously. You can keep your clothes on with me." I nudge her and smile.

Jenifer chuckles, but it dies out, and I realize she's not the bright, bubbly girl I've always known. Normally she seems on top of the world, confident, terminally optimistic, and happy. Today she's like a vortex of sadness and hopelessness.

Jenifer takes another swig of her wine. "I'm not like you, you know. Guys look at you, and they see a girl they can date. A girl they can show off to their mom. A forever kind of girl. They look at me, they see a one night stand. Just some girl they get drunk and bang." She sucks on her cigarette and blows smoke out. "Imagine what girls see."