Chapter 18
The day had been great, but not the night. I wanted to flee from this strange bed and look for Kaden. I just couldn’t stop thinking. As soon as my eyes closed, I saw him in front of me; his smile, or the way he ran his fingers through his hair when he was pondering something. And his kisses. I had to stop these thoughts. Today had been so nice and was further proof that our friendship actually worked.
Still, my entire body tingled, also in places that had absolutely nothing to do with friendship. With a groan of frustration, I turned on my side and pulled the blanket over my head, as if to deny my improper thoughts or even my body. It didn’t work. Sleep was impossible. I just tossed and turned in Kaden’s childhood bed. At some point I even caught myself sniffing at his pillow to see if it smelled like him.
We’d come that far. It was pathetic.
In the morning, the aftereffects were visible in the form of deep rings under my eyes. Grabbing the towel that Rachel had left for me, I headed for the bathroom hoping a shower would wake me. Yellowcard was still running through my head; I hummed while lathering the shampoo. I was just putting shower gel in my hand when the bathroom door opened.
“Good morning.”
It was more shocking than the cold water.
“Get out, Kaden!” I hissed. Luckily the shower curtain wasn’t see-through.
Kaden laughed. “You didn’t lock it. That’s practically an invitation.”
Dammit, he was right. I was so used to not having a lock on the bathroom door by now, I’d forgotten to lock this door. “You’re out of your mind, Kaden. Leave!” Now my right eye was burning from the shampoo, and I cursed out loud.
“Don’t let me disturb you.”
Kaden turned on the faucet in the sink and began brushing his teeth.
My refreshing morning shower had taken on a hectic undertone. First I tried to get the soap out of my eye; then soaped myself up in record time, glancing every few seconds at the shower curtain, hoping he couldn’t see through it.
“I had a lot of fun yesterday,” Kaden mumbled, toothbrush still in his mouth.
“Me too. But I’d still like to shower in peace. I thought we were clear on stuff like that,” I griped.
“Don’t make such a big deal out of it, Bubbles.” He laughed.
That arrogant, little …
“Kaden? Are you in there?” came Rachel’s voice from the hall.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, my hands flying up to my face. My silent prayer: Please don’t let Rachel come in here, too.
“Yeah, I’m here.” Kaden seemed unfazed.
“Does Allie prefer coffee or tea? Or maybe just orange juice?”
I bit my lower lip.
“I think Allie would love a cup of coffee.” The water was running again and Kaden spit out the toothpaste. “But you can ask her yourself, Mom. She’s in the shower.”
“Kaden!” I hissed.
He laughed again. “Don’t worry, I’m leaving.”
And in a few seconds he was out of there.
I was going to kill him.
After drying myself off, I slipped into my jeans and a plain shirt and toweled my hair dry. Back in my room, I tucked my nightgown back into my little overnight bag, made the bed, and grabbed my phone before heading downstairs.
“Good morning, Rachel,” I said, entering the kitchen. “Can I help?” I was trying hard not to reveal how embarrassing the bathroom situation had been.
Thank goodness Rachel didn’t go there; she just pointed me toward a chair. “No, please: Just join us!”
Kaden was already at the table. Sliding past him, I boxed him hard on the arm, hoping to knock the ugly grin from his face.
“You know what that was for,” I growled and took the seat opposite him. His grin hadn’t budged a fraction of an inch. I rolled my eyes and looked instead at the breakfast Rachel had set out: scrambled eggs and fruit salad, bagels, bread and various spreads. She’d arranged it with such care. If Rachel went this far for breakfast, what would tomorrow’s Thanksgiving dinner be like? I could hardly wait.
“I’m sorry, but it was worth it,” joked Kaden, and I looked back at him. He had leaned back with his arms behind his head, and his eyes were sparkling in amusement.
“Right. Haha. So funny, I forgot to laugh.” My voice was dripping with sarcasm, even though I was about to give in and smile back. But I didn’t want him to have the satisfaction, so instead I pulled my cell phone from my purse to check if Dawn had called. I unlocked the screen and turned to stone.
Seven missed calls. None were from Dawn.
It was my mother.
Hesitating for a second, I erased the list of calls. I couldn’t care less about her drama and threats—I was spending Thanksgiving here, in Portland. Not in Lincoln.
Just then, as if she knew the phone was in my hand, Mom rang again. With an apologetic glance at Kaden, I got up to leave the kitchen. Once in the hallway, I answered.
“What do you want?” I barked into the receiver.
A sobbing came through the line. Uh oh. Mom hardly ever cried. My fingers tightened around the phone, my legs were turning to jelly.
“Mom?” I probed.
Again a stifled whimper.
“Mom, what’s going on?” I now begged. My heart seemed to stand still; I leaned against the wall. “Mom?”
Kaden came out into the hall. My widened eyes returned his questioning look.
“It’s your father,” Mom stammered. “Y-y-your father had an accident.”
My knees would buckle any second now. Suddenly it felt like I was looking at myself from the outside, slumped against the wall, pale, phone pressed to my ear.
“What happened?” My voice was failing. “Is he okay?”
“We just got out of the hospital. You have to come home right away. It doesn’t look good.”
The phone slipped from my hand; I broke out into a cold sweat and sank to the floor.
Dad was hurt.
Mom’s words rang in my year. An accident. It doesn’t look good. You have to come home.
Now everything was clear. I grabbed my phone and struggled to my feet. Kaden said something, but his words were lost on me.
“I have to go,” were the words that came from my mouth as I searched on my phone for flights from Portland International Airport to Lincoln Airport. While doing so, I climbed the stairs to Kaden’s room and, for a moment, leaned against the doorframe; then I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder, still looking at the phone. My pain felt distant. But my hands shook so much that I couldn’t read the display, no matter how hard I tried. A groan escaped me.
Kaden’s warm hand closed around my trembling fingers. I looked up at him, wide-eyed. But instead of sobbing as usual, this time I didn’t shed even one tear.
“What’s the matter, Bubbles?”
His thumbs ran smooth, soothing circles over the backs of my hands. But the adrenaline coursing through my body wouldn’t let me stand still. I shifted my weight from one leg to the other.
“You have to tell me what’s going on, Allie. Otherwise, I can’t help you.” Kaden’s deep voice was gentle. As if he were talking to a terrified animal. Maybe that’s how I looked.
“My dad,” I blurted out.
“Allie.” Kaden cupped his hands around my cheeks and tipped my head gently backward so our eyes could meet. “What happened?”
“Accident.” It was hard to speak. “My dad had an accident. I have to go … I have to get to Lincoln. Now.”
Kaden released me. He grabbed my heavy bag, took my hand and led me down the stairs into the kitchen. He said something to his mother; my thoughts and my pounding pulse drowned out all other sounds around me. A moment later he was back at my side, taking the phone from my hand. Rachel put an arm around my shoulder and urged me toward the door.
One step at a time.
My head felt empty. Rachel assured me that everything would be okay, and I nodded mechanically. Now we were standing by Kaden’s Jeep. Somehow my brown boots had gotten onto my feet. Kaden opened the passenger door; I turned again to Rachel, trying to put on a grateful smile—it didn’t work. I must have looked like Joker from Batman. Creepy and crazy.
“Thank you so much for the invitation, Rachel,” I managed to say. “I’m sorry I have to leave so soon.”
She said I’d always be welcome and gave me another hug before helping me into the car.
Kaden buckled my seatbelt like a child; my hands were useless. He hit the gas and pushed the speed limit till we were out of town. After giving me a few minutes to catch my breath, he told me he’d booked a ticket for a flight that left in about forty-five minutes. All I had to do was open the app on my phone and go straight to the terminal.
Everything flowed past me like fog. All I knew was that, unlike me, Kaden seemed to have the situation under control. But there was no room for shame or any other feeling. Only for worry about my dad. I couldn’t even recall our last conversation, however hard I tried.
“Stop thinking,” Kaden admonished me.
He didn’t have to see me to know what was going on in my head. His eyes were focused on the road.
At the airport, Kaden pulled into a parking spot at an angle. While I was opening my door, he grabbed my bag from the trunk. Then he took me by the arm and guided me to the terminal. Out of breath, we reached the check-in line.
“Arms up,” he demanded.
“What?”
“Lift your arms,” he repeated.
He was holding his light gray sweater in his hand.
Kaden slipped it over my head and my outstretched arms; now his familiar scent was enveloping me, and with it came a sense of security.
“Thanks,” I murmured, as Kaden put the strap of my bag over my shoulder. “Thanks.” And because it felt somehow lacking, I repeated myself a few more times.
“Everything’ll be okay,” Kaden interrupted. He combed his fingers through my hair, which had to be a mess by now. He paused at the back of my head before bending down and pressing his lips against my forehead. Eyes closed, I let the moment sink in. A sense of peace settled over me and I held my breath. The moment passed way too quickly.
“Now get out of here,” he murmured, nodding toward the check-in counter.
After one more look into Kaden’s dark eyes, I turned and ran.