Alyssa did not expect Prince to show up that night, but against all odds, he did.
It was well past midnight, and even though she suspected that it might be him knocking at the back door of her parents’ house, Alyssa’s heart still galloped within her chest as she went to open it. Even though it could be no one but Prince who came to her in the middle of the night, she still made a quick stop on her way to the kitchen to retrieve the baseball bat her dad kept in the studio.
Because even though she tried not to be afraid, the truth was that it could very well be anybody who was coming to her in the middle of the night. For all she knew, it could be Bennie Lenday, waiting to teach her a lesson on what happened to those who ignored his warnings.
As it turned out, however, it really was Prince knocking at her door at such an ungodly hour. Alyssa’s relief at the discovery must have been palpable, because he arched a brown eyebrow at her and gave her an amused grin. “Is that a baseball bat in your hand or are you just happy to see me?”
Alyssa flushed, suddenly feeling foolish. “A little of both.”
Prince shook his head with a fond smile. “Who did you think it was at this hour?”
“I don’t know,” Alyssa said. “Hence the bat.”
Once she had stepped aside to let him in and he stepped into the light of the kitchen, she could take a good look at him. There was an angry red bruise blossoming on his left cheekbone and a cut on his bottom lip. His knuckles were raw and bloodied, and she could spot cuts and abrasions past the V-neck of his t-shirt.
Alyssa couldn’t help sucking in a breath.
“I’m fine,” Prince said immediately.
“Are you sure?” Alyssa retorted. “You don’t look fine.”
“Well, thanks,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He walked up to her, close enough that their hips were touching and their faces were only one inch apart. “Because you look good enough to eat,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, as his hand reached out to caress her cheek.
Alyssa pulled back. It was one of the hardest things she had ever done, but she just couldn’t focus on sex when he was all cuts and bruises. “Prince,” she said warningly.
Prince huffed and pulled away. “Fine,” he said, relenting. “Do you have any beer?”
“In the fridge,” Alyssa said, once again grateful beyond words to Lynn for having stocked up her pantry and refrigerator while she was away.
Prince walked to the fridge and took out a bottle, opening it with practiced ease. He took a long swig and then looked over at her.
“Believe me, this is fine,” he said when he caught her still staring apprehensively at him. “I’ve looked much worse.”
Alyssa cringed, unwilling to even imagine the state in which he must emerge from certain fights. “At least let me clean the cuts?” she offered.
“No need. I can do it.”
There was a determined glint in his green eyes that told her she’d better back off. Now. She did, albeit reluctantly. She knew he had been taking care of himself for eight years and that there was probably no way he would ever let her do it. His self-sufficiency was too ingrained a habit to ever be changed.
“I’m glad you came over,” she said after a moment, walking uncertainly up to him.
She wasn’t quite sure of how to act around him right now. She had not expected a romantic reunion in which they would throw themselves into each other’s arms, but she still had expected something. A hug, a kiss…some form of physical contact that stemmed from his actual joy of seeing her and not from an attempt to defuse the tension with sex.
Instead, Prince felt distant to her—almost as if he was consciously trying to stay as far away from her as possible, both physically and emotionally. He was even standing behind the kitchen’s island, effectively putting a barrier between them.
“I’m glad I stopped by too,” he said, in a curt voice that threw her. “I wanted to see you.”
Alyssa arched a dark eyebrow. “Really?” She couldn’t help the skeptical note in her voice.
At the very least, it made Prince pause. “Of course.”
“Because you don’t seem too thrilled.”
Prince put down his beer and stared at her. “I am,” he said. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Alyssa looked at him dubiously, and that was when he finally acted. He reached across the island dividing them and cupped her nape, pulling her in for a passionate but somehow gentle kiss. Alyssa could taste a hint of blood from the cut on his bottom lip, but it didn’t bother her, and he didn’t seem to be in any pain or discomfort from it.
When he finally released her, there was a smirk on his lips and a glint in his eyes. “Did that convince you?”
“Maybe,” Alyssa conceded with a grin of her own.
They moved to the couch in the living room where they spent the next half hour making out and talking about nothing and everything in-between. Prince progressively loosened up and came back to her, so much so that Alyssa began to wonder if the distance that had been there when he first showed up was a consequence of the fight. Perhaps he had simply been in the zone and he only needed some time to shake it off and come out of it.
“So what are you doing here?”
The question came unexpectedly—right after yet another session of breathless kissing—and Alyssa found herself caught completely off guard by it.
“What do you mean?” she asked cautiously.
“I mean just what I said,” he said. “What are you doing here?”
“You know what I’m doing; I’m taking care of my parents’ affairs.”
She had not shared her intentions with Prince yet. She had the feeling it may be best to first reconnect a little more with the guy before she sprung an action plan on him. He was watching her intently now, and his green-eyed scrutiny made her uncomfortable.
“I don’t think that’s all you’re doing,” he finally said.
Alyssa let out an exasperated sigh that did not convince even herself. “Of course that’s all I’m doing. Why else would I still be in Pinebrook? You know I hate this place.”
“I know.” Prince paused, his eyes still staring at Alyssa like they were trying to see into her. “But I think maybe you’re here for me.”
There was nothing fake about Alyssa rolling her eyes then. Even though that was exactly the case, it still annoyed her that he would have the nerve to assume.
“Somebody’s full of herself.”
“Maybe,” Prince conceded. “Or maybe not. You tell me.”
Alyssa stood, needing to move around in order to expel some of the tension she could feel building up within her.
“I’m not here for you,” she said, but she knew that her nervous movements had already given her away.
Prince set the beer bottle he was still nursing down on the coffee table and stood as well. He walked up to her and reached out to take her by the shoulders, effectively forcing her to stop her pacing and look him in the eye.
“I don’t believe you, Alyssa.”
Curiously, there was no trace of arrogance in his words. His green eyes were alive with what seemed to be a mixture of worry and displeasure, and there was an intensity to his gaze that made Alyssa weak at the knees.
“Fine,” she finally relented. “Maybe I am here for you, but it’s not what you think.”
Prince’s face fell. He heaved a deep, suffering sigh, and he slowly let go of her. “I’m sorry, Aly.”
Alyssa felt a pang of dread in the pit of her stomach. The last time Prince had told her he was sorry they ended up parting ways for eight years. “What are you sorry for?”
“I can’t give you what you want. I wish I could, but I can’t.”
Alyssa frowned, her anxiety quickly turning into confusion. “What is it that you think I want?”
Prince hesitated. “A relationship.”
Alyssa couldn’t help a small smile. Was he really that dense? And did he think she was really that stupid? “Really?” she said. “That’s what you think I want?”
“Well, isn’t it?”
“No.”
And it really wasn’t. Sure, she had toyed with the idea at first, and she would be lying if she said she didn’t still think about it from time to time. But she wasn’t so naïve as to believe that was an actual possibility. Right now, her priority was to get Prince out of his dead-end life in Pinebrook. Whatever came next, whether his new life was with or without her, Alyssa could not say—and she didn’t want to obsess over it.
Prince looked at her in surprise. “It’s not?”
“No, it’s not,” Alyssa repeated firmly. “I’m not that stupid, Prince.”
“Then, what do you want?”
Alyssa stared at him. Did he really not get it? Could he really not figure it out? “I want to get you out of here.”
Prince recoiled as if he had just been burned. “No.”
Alyssa blinked. “What do you mean, ‘No?’”
“You heard me,” he said, his features and voice hardening. “Stay out of it.”
Alyssa stared at him in shock. She had imagined Prince wouldn’t be happy about her interference, of course, but this harsh and startled reaction threw her more than she could have guessed.
“Are you really telling me you want to keep living like this?” she asked.
“No, I don’t want to,” Prince spat, his green eyes ablaze. “I never wanted to. But it is what it is, and it’s always going to be this way.”
“It doesn’t have to always be this way though.”
“Yes, goddamn it, it does!”
Alyssa flinched, appalled at his outburst and at the fury she could feel radiating from him.
Prince took a deep, calming breath and ran a hand over his bruised face. “Listen,” he said, his voice calmer but still tense and steely. “It took me a very long time to accept my life for what it is. I’m not going to build up fantasies for myself now.”
“They aren’t fantasies, Prince,” Alyssa said, as gently as she could. “I know we can’t just up and leave tomorrow, but there must be a way. We can figure it out together.”
“No,” Prince said again. “I want you to stay out of it. If this is why you’re here, you can go back to Vancouver right now.”
He was being unbelievably harsh, but Alyssa fought against her first instincts of being hurt and lashing out right back. Instead, she took a moment to really look at him. She studied him carefully in the silence that followed his words, and she didn’t like what she saw. Prince was afraid. More than that, he was terrified. She wasn’t sure whether he was afraid for her or for himself—perhaps it was a little of both.
“It doesn’t have to end badly,” she finally said, choosing her words carefully. “I know Bennie Lenday and the gang are a force to be reckoned with, but—”
“You don’t know anything, Alyssa,” Prince hissed. “You’re a smart woman, surely you’re not stupid enough to fool yourself into thinking that you might have a clue about what it’s like to deal with any of this.”
“I…that’s not what I meant. I just meant—”
“I don’t want your help,” Prince cut her off sharply. “I didn’t ask for it and I don’t want it. What I want is for you to stay out of it.”
Alyssa stood her ground. He had driven her away once; he was not doing it again. “You realize you can’t ask me that.”
“Why not?”
“Would you stay out of it?” she retorted. “If roles were reversed.”
“But the roles aren’t reversed,” Prince said stubbornly. “You’d best go back to Canada. Trust me.”
He walked past her, and Alyssa hurried after him, confused and suddenly very scared that he was really going to push her out of his life again.
“Where are you going?”
He stopped at the back door in the kitchen and turned around to face her. “I didn’t tell you my story so that you could save me, Alyssa,” he said. “I told you so you could understand what happened eight years ago. I don’t want to be saved.” He made sure the words sunk in, and then he continued, “It was wonderful to see you again, but now I want you to get out of here and never look back. Don’t look for me; don’t try to reach me. I mean it, Alyssa,” he added when she opened her mouth to protest. “If push comes to shove, I’ll shove, and you’re not going to like it.”
He allowed himself a moment to run his gaze over her figure, as if he was trying to commit her to memory. A moment later, he was gone.
Alyssa stared at the closed door in shock. Well, that had backfired spectacularly. She had not expected Prince to be thrilled with her plans, but she also had not expected this—whatever this was, she couldn’t even put a name to it.
Her head was spinning by the time she finally gave up for the night and went to bed. She stared at the darkened ceiling of her old bedroom, and she thought about all the times she and Prince would lie on this very same bed back when they were teenagers. They had shared dreams on this mattress, and—not for the first time in her life—Alyssa wondered how they had gone from that to this.
They had been each other’s world once. How had pushing each other out of each other’s lives become a regular occurrence?
Prince’s attempt tonight had been valiant. His eyes had shown the right amount of flames; his features had shown the right stone-cold expression. But even eight years after they had been closer than earth and water, Alyssa could still see right through him. It didn’t matter what he said: Prince wanted to be saved. She could see the longing for a better life past the anger in his eyes. The trouble was, he didn’t think he deserved it. And as she had considered before, that was a huge trouble.
It was also heartbreaking. Prince always had self-esteem issues (the kind of childhood he had to endure would do that to a person), but they had never bordered on the self-destructive. Alyssa knew it was next to impossible to save someone who didn’t think they were worth saving. Could that be it already? Could Prince have closed the door on his chance already?
No, Alyssa decided. He thought he didn’t deserve a better life? As she rolled onto her side and finally allowed her eyes to drift shut, she decided she would show him just how wrong he was.