If You Leave (Beautifully Broken 2)

She sounds saddened by this, even though I could’ve just killed her.

“Maddy, don’t worry about this right now. Just sleep, give your throat a rest. Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you again.”

Guilt, for the thing I’m not saying, weighs so heavily on my chest that I can barely breathe.

I won’t hurt you because I’m leaving Angel Bay and I’m not coming back.

“I’m not worried,” Madison answers quietly, her hand on my chest. “I’m not worried that you’ll hurt me, Gabe.”

But she is. I know she is.

Fear might be a choice, but she should fear me. I’m the most dangerous thing in the world to her. If she won’t acknowledge it, then I’ll have to do it for her.

You’re a protector, Gabe.

She’s right. I am. And even though she won’t understand it, even though she’ll probably never forgive me, I’m going to protect her now.

Madison takes forever to fall asleep tonight, but I don’t mind. I hold her cradled in my lap for hours, long after she has fallen asleep. I watch her, the way she turns to me instinctively, the way her body molds to mine, the soft way she breathes in the night.

My throat is hot and tight when I finally ease her onto the bed and settle her into the cool sheets. In her sleep Madison is open and trusting, unafraid. It’s the way she should always be. But it’s the way she’ll never be able to be with me.

Because I’m the scariest thing of all. The bad thing. And she’ll always have reason to fear me.

But not if I’m not here.

I stand above her, looking down, unable to swallow the lump that has formed in my throat. Bending, I kiss her forehead.

“I love you,” I whisper.

With long determined strides, I walk from her room.

I don’t look back.

Chapter Nineteen

Madison

Oh. My. God.

I’m still in shock as I pull into the Hill’s parking lot, completely oblivious to the beautiful morning around me.

The sun peeks over the top of the stucco building, making it seem as though it’s glowing. The scenic beauty surrounding me seems like something out of a painting, with the rolling hills along the beach and the water crashing into the sand. It’s nature at its finest.

But it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but what happened last night.

As I turn off my car, I glance into the mirror, adjusting the silk scarf knotted around my neck to hide my bruise. Every time I swallow, it hurts. When I talk, my voice is hoarse. It’s a nasty reminder of what happened.

I’m almost glad that Gabe wasn’t there when I woke up. He’s going to freak out even more when he sees the bruise.

Gabe.

I close my eyes, remembering the look on his face last night. The terrifying look of a lethal killer. His eyes were almost black and filled with the single-minded purpose of killing me.

My heart races as I remember. He thought I was someone else.

He thought I was a Taliban radical.

But that doesn’t make my heartbeat slow down. Or my worry disappear. Or my fear go away.

Fear is a choice, I tell myself silently.

And last night I was afraid of Gabriel.

Just like I’ve always been afraid of my father.

But Gabe isn’t my dad.

Gabe would never hurt me on purpose. I know that. We’ll just have to fix what is broken. We’ll figure it out. Gabe might think it is, but I know that PTSD isn’t insurmountable. He’s a good man.

As I envision the twisted lethal look on his face last night, I swallow painfully and remind myself of that again. Gabriel is a good man.

I quickly pull my phone out and text him.

Good morning! I missed you this morning. Are you ok?

A simple good morning will do. I’m not going to lecture him via text message. We can talk about getting help for him later. Tonight, after work.

I adjust my scarf one more time, then head into the Hill.

Tony is already here and I stop to talk with him first before I head back to my office. He’s picked up a lot of my slack this week and I owe him a huge thank-you. And maybe a gift card or something.

“Whatever, Madison.” He waves me away as I try to thank him. “I’m only doing my job. I’ll help you in whatever way you need.”

He goes back to stocking the bar and I head back to my office. It seems as though there is never-ending paperwork in this business.

I check my phone only to find no answer from Gabe. He must still be asleep, which doesn’t surprise me. He was probably up all night.

I set my phone aside and bury myself in work. I don’t come out for an hour, when my tiny bladder makes it necessary to take a bathroom break. Before I leave my office I check my phone again, but there’s still no text from Gabe.

Hell. I really need to hear that he’s OK today. Last night was so intense. I need to hear from him. And I really want to see him.

I decide to hit the bathroom and then head over to his house. This is something that deserves a calm conversation in the light of day. We need to decide what to do, how best to get him some help.

We’ve got to do that so we can move forward.

I’m surprised to run into Jacey in the bathroom because I hadn’t realized that she was here yet. We stare at each other awkwardly for a minute.

I know I’m the one making it awkward. I haven’t really come right out and told her that Gabe and I are together. And it’s stupid. I need to address it, so after I wash my hands, I turn to her.

“So, your brother and I have been seeing each other,” I tell her hesitantly.

She stares at me.

“I know,” she answers carefully. “I’m really sorry, Maddy. Are you OK?”

I am utterly confused as I stare at her solemn, sympathetic face. Gabe told her about last night? I can hardly believe it.

“Um, yeah,” I finally answer, my fingers fluttering unconsciously up to my throat. “I’m OK. It was an accident. He was asleep. He didn’t mean to do it. He feels terrible, so let’s not talk about it, all right? And I definitely don’t want Tony to know.”

Jacey stares at me blankly. “You don’t want Tony to know what? What in the hell are you talking about, Madison? Gabe didn’t mean to do what?”

Her eyes freeze on my neck, where I can safely assume that my scarf has slipped down. Her eyes widen and she grabs my arm.

“Holy fuck. Did my brother do that?”

I stare at her numbly, completely confused.

“If you didn’t know, then what were you talking about? What are you sorry about, Jacey?”

She freezes and we stare at each other, the air between us snapping with electricity.

“We seem to have a misunderstanding here,” I point out slowly, apprehension building in my chest. “What are you sorry about, Jacey?”

“Well… now I’m sorry for two things,” she stutters. “I’m sorry that my brother hurt you. Holy shit, I’m sorry. I can’t… he’s never… I don’t understand.”

I look at her levelly, anxiety causing my fingers to shake.

“The second thing, Jacey.” I prompt her out of her daze, terrified to hear the answer. “What is the second thing?”

Jacey stares at me and blinks, as though she’s trying to blink away this situation. It’s bad. It’s really bad. I can see it in her eyes and I don’t want to know.

I don’t want to know.

But she tells me anyway.

“Gabriel left,” Jacey says simply, hesitantly. “He left this morning.”

I stare at Jacey, shaking my head in disbelief.

“No, he didn’t,” I argue numbly. “He wouldn’t. He was with me last night. And he told me everything that happened to him. He wouldn’t leave now.”

I finger my bruise.

Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you again.

His words from last night echo through my head. This is the way he’s not going to hurt me again… by leaving.

“Fuck,” I say limply. I want to sink to the floor, to let my shaky knees give way, but I don’t. Instead I walk back to my office and close the door, ignoring Jacey’s questions and her pleas to talk.

“I need to be alone,” I tell her through the door, before I collapse into my chair and put my head on my arms.

I feel completely empty, completely in shock. I didn’t see this coming. I really didn’t.

My insides are empty, cavernous and black. A void. My heart is a void. Do I have a heart after all? Was this even real? Was any of it real? I have the dazed idea that maybe I fell down the rabbit hole that first night at the club after all. Maybe… maybe… maybe… I should pull myself together.

I open my eyes and stare at the wall, my cheek pressed firmly to the cool wood of my desk.

All of it is real.

Gabriel is gone.

I am here.

And I suddenly realize that I’ve been scared of the wrong things all along.

Instead of worrying that Gabriel was a bully or violent or had a bad temper like my dad, I should have been afraid of him for the one thing that could hurt me the most.

For the one thing that has hurt me the most.

I should have been afraid of losing him.

I lift my head and wipe the tears that have streaked down my cheeks and onto my arms. I pick up my phone and try to call him. It goes straight to voice mail. I hang up.

I stare at the wall, fighting the urge to throw my phone at it.

Instead I stare at the little screen before I start typing on it.

You can’t make me love you, then just leave.

I send the message, even as I realize that it’s exactly what he did. He made me love him and then he left me.

He. Just. Left.

Like none of this happened. Like none of it mattered.

Like I’m nothing at all.

I add a second text.

Fuck you, Gabe.

* * *

“Oh, my sweet Lord,” Mila mutters, watching me check my phone for the millionth time in two days. “I’m going to freaking kill this guy myself. I’m going to get out of this bed, travel to wherever he’s at, and kill him.”

I stare at her miserably. I feel like a lovesick teenager, yet at the same time I feel so much more than that. I feel completely crushed, completely empty, completely jilted. Gabe hasn’t even bothered to answer my texts. He hasn’t called.

He told me everything, his deepest, blackest parts. He made me understand. He made my heart break for him, made me feel his pain… and then he just left.

Like I’m inconsequential, like I’m not even important enough to think twice about.

Fuck him.

That’s what I keep telling my heart. But my freaking heart is so stubborn. It insists on being broken.

“Tell me what happened,” Mila insists firmly when a tear streaks down my cheek. I know it unnerves her because I simply don’t cry.

Not usually.

“It’s complicated,” I say wearily. “I don’t want to get into it.”

“Well, I do,” Mila answers, her eyes snapping. “I need to know what happened so that I can help. When Pax left me, you made me tell you everything. Now tell me.”

So I do. I go through everything, from the way I met Gabe, to the way he punched the wall that night, through my fears about the way he handled Jared… to what happened last night. When I’m finally finished, Mila is pale and wide-eyed.