Mikayla

The days were longer, and she knew spring was in the air. Her hope was that her days with Nolan were nearing their end. They needed to. Three months was too long to be stuck with someone. Especially when that person was the only one around.

It was funny; she didn’t mind him as much anymore, not after she had rejected him in the kitchen. But after she admitted the abuse of her brother over the years, she put up walls, not letting him in. Going home was her mission, the only goal she cared about. Revealing the truth about Blake was now her endgame. He’d placed her in a cage for so long; and though not all of his abuse was physical, the emotional beratement shattered her almost as much, if not more.

Departing for home meant Nolan would be in her rearview mirror, and she could reunite with Ethan. Yes, this was her plan, and it was a great one.

Nolan did save her, and she felt a mixture of gratitude and anger toward him in all he did because he pampered her with confidence. He exposed her to the truth, that Blake was bondage in the form of her protective brother. Now, she was ready; this was the day she presented her case to reunite with her family. Funny how she trusted this man who took her against her will three months ago.

Early in the morning, she’d gotten out of bed to finish the last Harry Potter book when footsteps approached her room, unlocking the door. He was up, earlier than normal, and as he opened the door, she was shocked to see him in just a pair of flannel pajama pants.

Her breath hitched as she was not expecting to see him shirtless and sporting more ink than what she’d already seen. Trying not to ogle his beauty and the way his pants showed off the V of his abs, she buried her head back into her book.

“Morning, sweetness.” After the kiss, he’d stopped asking permission to enter her room.

There was so much she wanted to say, especially about him walking around wearing very little.

“I heard you moving around. I’ve been up since one this morning—had a lot on my mind.”

Still fake reading, she bobbed her head up and down in acknowledgement. As he reached for her hand, she slid it away, but he continued to try to find it. Giving up, she looked at him as he obviously had more to say.

“Sweetness, I care for you. I mean, hell, I cared for you too much in the beginning, and now, I’m not sure what to do with these emotions that swirl around in my heart.”

Laughing, Mikayla looked at him. “You realize you’re a dude, right? Men don’t talk like that.”

With a smirk that covered his face, he nodded. “Yes, but, sweetness, you do this to me.”

“Nolan, this thing you think is happening is not going to go anywhere.” Swinging her hands from his, she wiped her face. “Fuck!” she yelled loudly. “Nolan, so what, I care for you and find you sexy as sin…” Her words trailed off when a silly grin covered his face. “But, Nolan, there is a diagnosis for what I’m feeling.”

“Don’t say it, not the words, because what we have goes beyond some fucking psychological mumbo-jumbo,” he replied, taking her hand again. “Don’t think, sweetness. Just feel.”

Turning from his firm form because the sight of his body did more to derail her plan. Out of the corner of her eye, he turned to leave, then stopped and said, “Do you know why I call you sweetness?”

“No. To bug the shit out of me is my guess.”

Another deep chuckle escaped his mouth. “No, it was that night in the library when you told me you weren’t anyone special, and I balked at you. I told you that you had to be the sweetest thing I’d seen in a long time, and it was the truth. Thus, to me, you will always be my sweetness.” He started to walk out of the room, and Mikayla put down her book. There’d be no more sleeping or reading.

He stood against the doorframe, his abs even more pronounced, and Mikayla chose to fight with him. “You want me to choose you; is that why you aren’t going to let me go? You never intended for that to happen.”

Standing from her bed, she charged him. When he reached to bring her close, it was then she wanted the callousness to enter her heart toward this man. Make me hate him, she often thought. However, she would look around her room and take in the purple items he had for her. The care he went to make her the precious coffee she had to have daily. Not only did he make sure she was comfortable, but he also provided her with her coveted bacon, and he truly cared for her. No, she knew he loved her. And it felt good to be loved and looked after. Sure, her mom did that and did that well, but it was different with Nolan.

It was becoming impossible to hate this man who was entering her heart little by little when his body radiated the same heat as hers did.

Nolan watched her as she battled her desire. “I would take such good care of you, sweetness,” he whispered in her ear, causing goose bumps to cover her body.

She pulled away from him as if she knew he wanted to comfort her. Pushing him out of the doorway, she slammed the door in his face, and then ran back to her bed, throwing herself on it. What was worse, she felt a pain in her heart, pulling her toward him on the other side of the door where she imagined him waiting for her. She hated him, didn’t she?

He was the reason she cried at night for her mother. This was Nolan’s doing, every bit of it. Nothing justified his reasons for taking her away from her mother, but she needed to see how detrimental her life with Blake really was.

Dammit. She never wanted to feel anything toward this man. Nothing could make up for the lives he destroyed. Her poor mom was beside herself with worry.

Her mom loved them all so much; she had to in order to turn a blind eye to Blake. She had to have seen it, really in all her mothering, and Mikayla knew Libby was not a run-of-the-mill mom. Libby wore the label of helicopter mom as a badge of honor.

In that way, she wondered if her mother really would help. No, she thought, her mom would never allow anyone to hurt her children, even if it was one of her children. That was the question she wasn’t sure if she wanted the answer to.

But her mind kept wandering back to Nolan, and that was consuming her thoughts. This was not right, and she knew it. She had to separate herself from him. He was not the good guy who only wanted to heal Mikayla. Their many walks and talks couldn’t replace what he did to everyone she loved. No, she wouldn’t allow it.

* * *

She was on the couch cuddled under several layers of blankets when Nolan walked out of the kitchen after he’d finished the dishes. “Sweetness, are you okay?”

She now found it odd when he called her Mikayla and not sweetness. Smiling at him, she said, “I’m so cold. I can’t seem to get warm enough.” She’d thought he’d make some crude comment about how he could heat her up, but after the kiss, he was more sensitive because it was obvious she cared for him too.

“What can I do to help you out? I’ll build a fire.”

“No, when my bones get this cold, the only thing that helps is a bath.”

With a slight tilt of his lips, that arrogant but sexy grin was back on his face. “That is an easy fix, sweetness.”

“Really, I can take a bath?”

“Yes, I have one in my bathroom, and I will even give you some privacy.” A little hint of his desire was evident.

* * *

She’d never been in his room. He left it locked all the time, and she’d assumed all the resources—phones, keys to some sort of vehicle, and everything he needed—were inside.

Turning the faucet on, he grabbed some bubble bath from under his sink. “Lock the door behind you, but I will be in my room reading. Take all the time you need.”

“Do I even want to ask why you have bubble bath?” she teased.

“I love a good bath in the Canadian winters.” Grabbing her a towel, he placed it near the sink. “I’ll be outside if you need anything. Enjoy yourself.”

“Thanks, Nolan.”

Turning around, he replied, “No problem, sweetness.” He didn’t offer his company or his little flirting jokes she had secretly enjoyed.

* * *

After the bath, she retreated from his bathroom, circling his room, from his steel gray comforter to the chair in the corner and a ton of books lining several bookshelves around it. “So I get a little peek into the life of Nolan, the doctor who rescues damsels in distress.”

Closing the space between them, he stood with the two of them almost touching while Mikayla was only in a thin pajama top and long johns. “I can show you more.” His little comments usually confused her, but this didn’t. She wanted more. Ever since their kiss, she needed more, and her fingers at night while she thought of him licking her pussy weren’t doing it anymore.

“What would you show me?” she asked, leaning into his ear.

“Whatever you want.” Lifting her chin, he brought her lips to his. “I’ll give you the world. Make the pain go away. Love you as you should always be loved.”

His words could be enough to make her come, but before he said any more, her conscience got the best of her, and she pulled away from him, leaving Nolan alone in his room.

* * *

Taylor

A decision had been made. It was a safe decision, one that didn’t make her feel as if she’d be leaving her home or the hold the Mikayla Miller case had on her heart. However, she could relate to something in Mikayla’s eyes in the picture. It was a sadness, but more, almost as if there was a similarity in their spirits. Yes, that was it; it was a connection, as if they were similar, due to follow the same path one day. That scared Taylor to the core, and she hoped she was not doomed to a life where no one knew the hell she was going through, just like Mikayla was in that moment.

She walked downstairs the day after she announced Western Washington was her first choice, and because she’d already been accepted, she knew full well this was the universal sign of fate in her decision. Her mother was pleading with her dad. “Again, she always listens to you.”

“What am I supposed to say to her, Ellen? I’m just glad she’s going to school next year at all. I wasn’t sure she was.”

“But she got accepted into UCLA, The University of Washington, and Oregon State. WWU is great, but I think we are holding her back.” Taylor walked away without confrontation. If she’d learned anything about herself in the past couple months, it was no one would dictate her decisions and happiness.

* * *

Libby

The wedding plans were completed to a point. Everything was checked and rechecked. Secretly, Libby knew Jenna gave her a lot more say on her own wedding than she would have if her nuptials had fallen during a normal time in their life. Yet she couldn’t remember when they had been normal, having Mikayla part of their family. It was as if Mikayla had always been missing from their life in some way.

Between the baby girl who she had fallen in love with, Jenna’s wedding, and her support group, she was kept busy, but the ache for her daughter never subsided. She had made some tough heart-wrenching decisions in the midst of rocking Delaney, which she did most of the day while she cared for her. Mikayla was not returning. She wouldn’t be there for Jenna’s wedding or to help with Delaney. She’d continue attending the grief support group. This group, though it was not what she wanted, helped her articulate her grief better.

She’d made friends with one particular mother whose grief had eaten at her like an ant colony crashing a Sunday picnic at the park. April, a young mom of the cutest little three-year-old, was victim to the selfishness of a drunk driver. Worse still, the man left the scene, leaving her alone with her son while he stopped breathing in her arms. Later, she found out the man was only sentenced to three years for vehicular manslaughter while her son was gone for eternity. What struck Libby as odd was that April forgave the man even though he never showed any remorse. It was hard to fathom. At her very core, Libby wanted the man who took Mikayla to be crucified a painful death. Yet here was April, whose hurt was raw and real, forgiving this man.

Libby chose early on not to forgive the man responsible for Mikayla’s abduction. Her need to hang onto the anger pushed her to continue to live; vowing justice for Mikayla one day. Her life was ruined, and she sure as hell would wreck the life of the man who destroyed not only her and her family’s life, but also that of her sweet Mikayla.

* * *

She and April decided to meet one day outside group. She was much younger than Libby, but it was a nice change. April had time on her side, which Libby did not. It had been three years since her son was taken from her, and April was the shoulder Libby leaned on. Yet as the mother hen of the group, Libby felt it strange that this younger girl was such a rock for her. Then again, it was hard to think that April was so young and dealt so well with the adversity life had given her.

Her older friends reached out weekly and sometimes daily, but they had not hauled the road that Libby had. Since this was such the focus of her life, she needed someone who knew where she was in the grieving process, and that person was April. She was her godsend.