Thoughtful (Thoughtless, #1.5)(8)
There was a pause on the other end that dampened my spirits some. Hadn’t I just told him great news? Shouldn’t he be ecstatic? “Denny, did you hear me?”
“Ah, yeah, I just hadn’t expected…You sure you’re okay with us staying with you?” His accent thickened with what sounded like concern. Was he concerned for me? Did he feel like he was imposing? That couldn’t be farther from the truth.
I tried to reassure him with my tone and my words. “Of course, man, why wouldn’t I be? I’m stoked about this. Aren’t you?”
Another oddly long pause met my ear, then a heavy sigh. “Yeah, yeah I am. This will be great. And Kiera and I won’t be any problem for you, I promise.”
A soft laugh escaped me. Denny was never a problem. He was the easiest person in the world to get along with. In fact, I couldn’t think of one person who didn’t like him. “Don’t even worry about it. My place is your place.” After a pause, I teasingly added, “So, you finally got yourself a girl, huh?”
Denny had infamously refused every girl’s advances in high school. He’d said he hadn’t wanted to get involved with someone when he knew he wasn’t going to be around long. His constant refusal to date had sort of been a longstanding joke between us. But I thought it was great that Denny had finally found a girl to commit to. The odds were good that he was no longer the virgin he’d been in high school. Good job, mate.
“Kiera, was it?” I asked. “What’s she like?”
I swear his laugh was strained, like he was suddenly nervous. “She’s…she’s great. The love of my life. I don’t know what I would do without her.”
He stressed the words, like he was warning me about something. I furrowed my brow, not understanding. Shaking my head, I decided I was just misreading him. It had been a long time since we’d spoken, after all. There was bound to be some awkwardness until we got caught up with each other. “Well, good. I’m glad to hear it. You deserve happiness.”
After another pause, Denny softly told me, “So do you, Kellan.” An uncomfortable feeling settled over me as his words brought the silence of this house crashing down around me. He’d said something similar when he’d left to go back home when we were teenagers.
“Um, thanks,” I whispered, incapable of saying more.
Denny cleared his throat like he was wiping away the past. “No worries. I’ll call you again when it’s closer to our time to leave. And…thank you, Kellan. This means a lot to me.”
“You’re welcome.” It means a lot to me too.
When I set the phone back in the cradle, a feeling of rightness flooded into me. Denny was coming back. I honestly never thought he’d return. It had never even occurred to me that he might. Even though Denny and I had only lived together for a year, he felt like family to me. A brother.
He’d ended up somewhat saving me that summer, when I had unintentionally pushed my father too far. Dad had been reining in his temper whenever Denny was around, but anger management had never been one of his strong points.
“Kellan, get your ass in here!”
Wondering what I had done to make my dad sound so incensed, I’d swallowed a deep breath and hesitated. I hadn’t wanted to join him in the kitchen. I’d sort of wanted to run. But Denny had put a calming hand on my shoulder and said, “I’ll go with you, mate.” That had made me relax. If Denny was with me, Dad probably wouldn’t do anything other than yell, and I could handle that.
Putting on a brave face even though my insides were twisting, I’d stepped into the kitchen with Denny just a few steps behind me. Either Dad hadn’t known Denny was with me, or he’d been too worked up to care. Grabbing my shoulders, he’d jerked me into him, shifted direction, then shoved me into the wall. The sudden movement had caught me off guard, and I’d smacked my skull against the plaster.
My vision had hazed as a jolt of pain wrapped around my head. In case Dad wasn’t done with me, I’d instinctively raised my hands. He’d only yelled though. “I told you to make sure the lids on the garbage were tight! You did a half-ass job, and now there is garbage strewn all over the backyard! Go fix it. Now!”
I remembered my anger that that was what he’d been mad about. The f*cking garbage? It still incensed me.
Denny had stepped to my side then. “We’ll go clean it up together, Mr. Kyle.”
Stepping forward, I’d put a hand on Denny’s shoulder to silence him. I hadn’t been sure how worked up Dad was, and Denny didn’t deserve any of his wrath. Not wanting him to become a part of our argument, I had shaken my head and told him, “No, you go upstairs. I got this.”
Impatient, Dad had shoved my shoulder back. I’d lost my balance, stumbled, and fallen on my ass. My wrist had wrenched as I’d landed on it, and I remember gasping in pain. Dad hadn’t cared. Glaring down at me, he’d snipped, “Quit wasting time and go clean up that mess you made before the neighbors see the pigsty you’ve let our house become.”
Irritated and hurt, I’d barked something at him that I never should have. “If you’d leave me the hell alone, I could go fix your precious f*cking lawn!”
All the blood had drained from my face the second I’d realized I’d said that out loud. I’d talked back to Dad, and I’d sworn. Staring up at my father, I clearly saw the restraint slipping away from him, and I had known, without a doubt, that Denny being a witness didn’t matter anymore. My insolence had gone too far, and Dad was going to do his worst.