Love on the Lake (Lakeside #2)(84)

“What are you doing? Let go of me!”

“You are making a scene, and you’re embarrassing yourself.” I drop my voice, but it shakes with my anger and frustration. Anger that these pills have such a hold on her. That they override her logic. Frustration that she can’t see what her addiction is doing to her. How it’s breaking her down. That I’m losing her, and I can’t fix her or make her better.

I throw a glare toward the girls still sitting in the hot tub, eyes wide, phones in their hands, and call out, “Don’t even think about it.” The last thing Teagan needs is someone recording her having a public meltdown and accusing me of stealing from her. I can imagine the kind of gossip that would result.

That seems to stop her, at least until we get to the driveway. “Why would you do that to me? Why would you throw away my prescriptions?”

“They were past their expiration, Teagan.”

“So? There was nothing wrong with them! And it wasn’t your place.”

I raise my hands. “Okay, you’re right. I shouldn’t have thrown them out, but honestly, Teagan, me tossing them isn’t the real issue, and you know it.”

“Like hell it isn’t!”

“The fact that you would seek me out at a jobsite and use wanting to talk as a thinly veiled excuse so you could get to your precious freaking pills is the goddamn issue. You look like you haven’t slept in days. When was the last time you ate a meal?”

“Why are you doing this to me? Why are you trying to make me feel bad? I’m doing everything I can to be better, Aaron. What more do you want?”

I scrub a hand over my face. “I want you to face reality, and I want you to get help.”

“Forget it. This was a mistake. I should have known better.” She spins around and heads for her car, stumbling across the driveway.

There are people walking down the road, and a couple on the balcony across the street.

I go after her, aware that we have an audience, and that it’s growing the longer we’re out here, fighting like this. But there is no way I’m letting her drive. She’s too upset, and I’m responsible for putting her in this highly elevated state.

I rush ahead of her and step in front of the driver’s side door.

“Now you’re not going to let me leave?” She throws her hands in the air.

I take her face between my palms and appeal to the piece of her that so desperately needs to be needed. Manipulating her back the way she just tried and failed to manipulate me. Even though it hurts like hell, I’m aware that she’s not rational, and she can’t see what this is doing to her or me. Not now. “You’re not okay to drive, Teagan. And you can hate me as much as you want for what I’ve done, but I have enough ghosts haunting me. I barely survived losing my brother. If something happens to you, I will never recover. Just let me drive you home. If you need to shut me out again after that, fine. But I’m the reason you’re this upset. I won’t be the reason something bad happens to you too. Just, please, Teagan.”

Her bottom lip trembles, and two tears slide down her cheeks.

I hate that I have to use one of her best and worst qualities against her.

Thankfully Teagan stops fighting with me and gets in my truck. The only sounds she makes are quiet sniffles, and she stares out the passenger-side window, wringing her hands.

“I know you’re angry with me, Teagan, but I love you too much to let you keep putting yourself at risk like this.”

She makes a sound but doesn’t respond otherwise. A little squeak comes from her, and she presses her hand over her mouth, like she’s trying to keep the sounds in. I want to reach over and touch her, hug her, console her, but I don’t think she can accept the affection.

I pull into the driveway, and Teagan swipes away her tears, then fumbles with her seat belt as I park in front of the garage. Her breathing grows increasingly labored, and her hands are shaking so badly she can’t manage to hit the release latch.

I cut the engine and hop out before rounding the hood and opening the passenger-side door. I reach across and cover her shaking hand with mine. “Let me help you, Teagan.”

“I’m fine. I h-have it.” She tries to push my hands away, but her movements are jerky and uncoordinated, and her breath comes faster and faster, sucking in air between heavy gasps.

“I messed things up,” she whispers. “Everything is messed up. I’m a failure. I messed it all up.”

I brush tears from her cheeks, but they keep falling. “You’re not a failure, babe.” I release the latch, and she tumbles out of the truck and into my arms.

She struggles to stand, to hold on to my arms, but the shaking is worse.

“Teagan? What’s happening here?”

Her head lolls back and her eyes roll up to the sky. She’s a rag doll in my arms, and I worry that this might be an overdose.

And it feels like Devon all over again.

I can’t be too late again.

If Teagan doesn’t survive this, I don’t know if I will either.

I call out for help, struggling to hold on to her shaking, limp form.

“Aaron, what’s going on? Teagan? Oh shit. What the hell happened?” I hear Van, but he’s a million miles away, and I’m stuck here in this hell, where I’m afraid I’m losing another person I love.