I wake in sweats most nights, that night never leaving me. Always dread in me, pulling me back. That night was one of nightmares, one that I can’t help but relive, over and over again. Even when I look at my son, who has Liam’s green eyes, I think back to those haunted green eyes, and how they were always so closed off from the rest of the world. How no one wanted anything to do with him. He’s bad, they would say. He is evil, he can’t love. They were all wrong. None of them knew him, none of them cared for him like I did.
He was just a nightmare they told their kids about, except he’s my nightmare every night as I watch him fall. Fall into that blackness. Knowing that there was nothing I could do about it, nothing I could have done to stop that night. Somehow press rewind, to make it so we never went there, to make it so we were safe.
Jake walks into my house with Hayden attached firmly to him. Jake has become the father figure to Liam, which my Liam couldn’t be. There’s nothing with me and Jake. Actually, I’ve never moved on from Liam. I can’t, he has that major piece of my soul. And the thought of another man just causes me agony, extreme agony.
“You didn’t teach him any bad habits did you?” I say to the boys. Hayden walks over and kisses my cheek.
“No, Mom. Uncle Jake was just teaching me how to shoot.” I grab the knife I’m using and point it at Jake. He holds his hands up and starts shaking his head.
“Told ya I’d get you back,” Hayden yells as he walks away. I drop the knife from his face and go back to cutting the veggies.
“Why did he get you back?” I ask. These two are terrible. I am gonna hate to see when Liam is older.
“I told the girl he likes that he wants to bone her.”
“You what?” He smiles like he’s proud.
“Jake…” I warn him, and he shrugs his shoulders, knowing he’s wrong. Jake is now the Pres of the Coffin Soldiers MC. He has changed it significantly and it’s nothing like it used to be. Hell, it’s an entirely different chapter. They do children runs, where they ride to donate money for sick and foster kids for Christmas. They have family days now at the clubhouse, which is now Liam’s old house. It took me years to be able to go to that house, to even think about that house. It holds him in it, in the walls, in his room. Though Jake refuses to change that room and I still haven’t stepped in there.
His mouth never healed properly, it’s still scarred deeply. I’m sure there’s more, but he just won’t talk about it and I don’t pry. He has his own demons and I have mine.
“Where’s my princess?” He coos to Isabelle sitting on the couch watching television. She hears him and turns, smiling brightly. She’s taken to him better than anyone since Liam’s been gone.
We don’t see Roger much, he finally got his payment from his inheritance and has left the country. He’ll ring once a year on her birthday, send a present, and that’s about his extent of him being a father goes. It doesn’t bother me, I think she’s better off without that man. But a girl needs a father, and that’s where I’m thankful for Jake. He does those things for her, takes her to her father-daughter dances, talks to her about boys even though his words are harsh.
“You thinking of dating a boy, you bring him to me.” She knows what he’s like, how protective he is. She says that’s not something she will ever do. Then he went into a description of what he would say and do to ‘said’ boy for when she wants to date. Which, I hope, is years and years from now.
Casey and Sax are on their third child. Casey is a stay at home mother now and is driving Sax crazy. She wants more kids, but he’s had enough. He told me about that night, about how he helped Jake, but didn’t give me many details because the details he mentioned were harsh enough.
I see Robbie occasionally, and he’s now married. He actually met Narina at my work, and they have been together for two years. And I thank God for him as well, with all the help he’s given me as well as my family. I don’t want to know where I would be without any of them.
Jake suggested for Liam’s birthday today I go to the lake. I shook my head at him when he suggested it, but it will help me. It’s a place I can talk to him. I’ve never had that place before. Nothing but memories and ghosts.
It looks exactly the same, the only difference being that the grass is higher. I walk to the spot in the fence that he cut so many years back and make my way through it.
I wander to the exact spot. The one with the good and the haunted memories. I sit down, not wanting to stand. My body starts to shake, my heart taking over wishing that he was here with me.
I feel him though, I feel like his hands are on me, comforting me with all his might. Making me feel whole, fixing all those broken pieces of my shattered heart. My eyes close and I take it, I take as much as my feeling and believing will give me.
He is there, in my mind. Smiling at me. He winks and it does to me what it did all those years ago. Make me want him and then miss him even more.
Not all relationships end the way we hope. Some end in tragedy, and mine was just that. But in the end I got a miracle. A large family. One that loves me as a whole, and they are fixing all the broken in me. They just can’t repair my soul that weeps for that one and only person. And I think that’s okay, that’s okay that it can’t be fixed. I don’t want it fixed. I want that for him. I want that reminder of him, in any way I can get it.
He was it for me. He was not just a love, a love I always wanted. He was it. He was what my soul wanted, what it craved, and now it bleeds for him. And it will never ever stop.