Chapter Thirty-Five
Brady
“Come on, let’s go home,” I said to Sloan.
She smiled. “You don’t hate me?”
I laughed at that. “Are you kidding me? Why would I hate you? You’re amazing, Sloan. I know you’re not happy about your past, but it’s your past. And you’ve done everything to rectify that. You made a mistake, but you did it for all the right reasons. You were thinking of your mother instead of thinking about yourself. Come on; you have to stop hating yourself. You’re going to be fine. You have to just own up to what happened and say ‘screw you’ to the rest of the world. Don’t let this one thing define you. I’m glad you told me, Sloan.”
She beamed at me. “I’m glad I told you too. And yeah, let’s go home.”
We got into the car and just before I was about to leave, Sloan turned to me.
“Do you know where Harold stays?”
“Harold? Yeah, just down the road. Close to the ranch. He used to stay on the ranch, but I think it was nice for him to have a bit of distance from it when he needed it. Why?”
“Mind if we just pop in on the way home? I want to say thank you to him. He’s been incredible to me.”
I smiled. “I think he’s going to like that a lot.”
We made our way to Harold’s place. Harold was in his garden, watering the flowers, and he beamed when he saw the two of us walking toward us.
“Have the two of you made up?” he asked.
I laughed. “We’ve made up.”
Sloan walked forward. “I think it was your tea. Brady and I have both decided that it is magical.”
“Oh yeah? Have I turned you into tea drinkers now?”
“Not quite. We’ll only drink tea if it’s made by you,” she said, and Harold laughed. “I hope you don’t mind us stopping by like this. I just wanted to say a big thank you to you for everything you have done for me. Just like Brady, you have treated me with so much kindness. More than I’m used to from people. I can see why Brady likes you so much.”
“Brady admitted to liking me?” Harold said and grinned at me.
“I said no such thing!”
“Oh yeah, Brady loves you,” Sloan said. “And honestly, Harold, I love you too.”
“Sloan, don’t make an old man cry. I love you too. And I’m so happy for the two of you. Whatever happens, I’m glad that you have figured out your differences. Speaking of, I think you’re both a lot more similar than you think you are. And you’re both great people. You know, I don’t think you realize how lucky you are.”
“Lucky?” I asked.
“Oh yeah,” Harold said and nodded enthusiastically. “You’re lucky. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find true love? Most people never get that opportunity in life. When you find it, you have to hold onto it.”
I turned to Sloan and squeezed her hand.
“We are lucky,” I said.
“The two of you going back home? I hope so. I already told you that I’d tell you when to come into work. And today was not the day. It’s Sunday, after all.”
I laughed. “Yes, sir. We’re going back home.”
“Good. Go and enjoy yourself. You’re young and free. More than you realize. Come on, my girl,” he said to Sloan. “Give an old man a hug. Never before did I ever think I would get a hug from a girl this pretty.”
She giggled and wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace. The hug was longer than usual, and when he pulled away, he gave her a big kiss on the cheek. “Always be yourself, you hear me?”
She nodded and wiped away a small tear. “Sorry, I’m just so emotional lately.”
“That’s okay. And you,” Harold said as he turned to me. “You look after this girl, okay?”
I nodded. “I will.”
“But look after yourself too. And thank you for everything that you have done for me and this farm.”
I wasn’t sure why he was thanking me for the farm, but I nodded and told him that I would never leave it. “It’s in my blood now.”
“Ah, to hell with it, come here,” he said and pulled me in for a hug that was surprisingly not as awkward as I thought it would be.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said as we walked off.
Harold smiled sadly and gave me a halfhearted nod.
When we got into the car, I turned to look at Sloan with concern
“Was it just me or did Harold seem a bit strange to you?”.
“I’m not sure. I don’t think so. I mean, you would probably know better than me, but I think he was just glad to see you happy, Brady. He’s a good man. I think he sees you almost as a son.”
“Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” I said and put the thought out of my head.
When we got home, I made Sloan something to eat, and the two of us went to sit outside like we had done on so many occasions before.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I said. “I’ve gotten used to cooking for two.”
She grinned. “How could I leave? There’s a life of salads and skinny lattes waiting for me if I go back. I’m happy to be here too.”
I wasn’t sure what she meant by that. Did that mean she was staying? Or was she still going back to that life? I felt too mentally tired to ask her. We’d have to cross that bridge when we came to it.
“Uh, Brady, can I ask you a question?” she suddenly asked.
“Of course you can,” I said as I took a bite of my steak.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking this question, but it’s been a day of revelations, and I feel this is probably the best time to ask. What’s the deal with you and your father? Your real father, I mean.”
I looked at her and frowned. “Why do you ask?”
“Uh, I sort of came across your photo album the last time I was here. I’m sorry but I was too curious not to look. And I could tell that something wasn’t right. There are no photos of the two of you. Your mother was beautiful by the way,” she added.
The photo album. I looked toward the book shelf and saw it. I hadn’t looked at it in a very long time, but I was always aware that it was there. I couldn’t be mad at Sloan for looking through it. I would’ve probably done the same if the roles had been reversed.
I thought of the photos. My mom smiling into the camera. “She was, wasn’t she? I wish she was still alive.”
“Yeah,” Sloan said. “I know the feeling.”
“Well, you’re right about my father. We haven’t been close in a very long time.”
“Will you tell me what happened?”
I looked at Sloan and sighed. How could I ask her to tell me about her life and not tell her about my own? I owed her more than that.
“I’ll tell you,” I said, but it took me a while to finally start talking about it. Just as she hadn’t spoken about her past to anyone, neither had I spoken about mine.
“My father wasn’t a bad man. At least not when my mother was alive. Oh, back then he was a happy man, a good father. But all that changed when my mother died. He retreated into himself and left us boys to fend for ourselves. He started going to pubs every day and would come home drunk. I hated those nights. We’d all be sitting at home trying to watch TV, but none of us would actually be watching. We were all waiting to hear that door open. When he was drunk, he turned into someone else.”
“Oh Brady, I’m so sorry,” Sloan said.
“Yeah, me too. It wasn’t nice. He wasn’t nice. And he took it out on me more than anyone else. It’s my fault. The other brothers kept to themselves and tried to stay out of his way. But one day I went up to him and told him that our mother would’ve been so disappointed in him. He hit me for the first time that day. After that, hitting and whipping seemed to become a monthly occurrence. Then, after that, it was weekly. By then, the other brothers were so busy with their own lives that they didn’t even notice what was happening. I didn’t say anything, and neither did my father. But he’d come home, and walk straight to my bedroom each week. He hated me, and I hated him right back. But I let him do it because I didn’t want him to do the same to my brothers. I’d rather let him take his anger out on me. The only person that saw what was happening was my brother Ryan. He walked in one day and saw the whole thing. I guess that’s why the two of us are so close. He knows what I went through.”
“Oh, Brady. And the scars? They’re from your father, aren’t they?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Memories of what happened.”
“Do your brothers see him now?”
“Yeah. They all see him. Even Ryan. I was so angry about that. I mean, I understood the other brothers seeing him. They didn’t know what happened. They knew some stuff, but they didn’t know quite how bad the whole situation had gotten, so I didn’t blame them. But for a while, I was so angry at Ryan.”
“Did he explain himself?” Sloan asked.
“Yeah, he did. He said that my father is not the man that he used to be. He said he’s a good man, with a good heart, who did a bad thing once upon a time. He said he’s changed, and that he’s now a whole new person.”
“I heard he had cancer recently?”
I nodded. “He did. Wait, how did you know that?”
“Ryan told me. But that’s all he said. He didn’t tell me anything else.”
“I’m not surprised he told you that. He’s been trying to get me to see my father for a while. So has Grant. But Grant . . . he doesn’t understand. He’s my father’s favorite. The two of them have always been close. At least Ryan doesn’t push it when I say that I don’t want to see my father. No matter how changed he is. I’m just not interested. Maybe if he’d apologized a long time ago, I would’ve been okay with it. But I feel like it’s too late now. It went on too long, and there’s no going back. He’s not my father anymore.”
Sloan took my hand. “Thanks for telling me.”
“I’ve never told anyone that story before. I mean it, Sloan, I’ve never told anyone. Not even my brothers. Nobody. Ryan knows because he was there, but I’ve never said a word to anyone. Until now.”
“I love you, Brady.”
I looked at her in surprise. We’d spoken a lot about falling for each other, and we both knew how much we cared for one another. But neither one of us had yet dared to say those words.
“I love you, Brady,” she said again.
“I love you too, Sloan.”
“How about we forget about everything for a little while,” she said.
“Oh, I’d like that a lot. I know just the thing for it.”
I stood up, took her hand and led her to the bedroom.