Chapter Fourteen: Gabriel

 

 

The air was so much cooler when I stepped out of the airport in Augusta, which was only a short drive to my hometown. It sure as hell beat the hot and humid climate down in Tampa, but I missed Florida already.

I’d only been gone for a couple of hours, but it felt like days, weeks. Especially since I knew that Lynette had to deal with everything on her own now. Not that she wasn't used to it. It didn't matter to me that she was going to lose the bar, or that her father was an alcoholic, or that her life was in shambles. I wanted to help her, and to protect her, but she kept pushing me away.

Her behavior sometimes confused me.

While she tried so hard to keep her distance, a part of her didn't want to let go, and clung on so tight, as if her life depended on it. I understood that she wanted to give the impression that she was strong, but she didn't have to pretend with me.

It was okay to not have your life together all the time. I didn't even have my life together.

My car waited for me in the parking lot, and I climbed in, the familiar smell of the leather filling my nostrils.

The smell of home.

I drove to my hometown, every now and then glancing at my phone. I had sent Lynette a message before I left the airport, just to let her know that I arrived in one piece.

I could tell she’d been sad, hiding it with her jokes and laughter. She wasn't hard to read anymore. I knew she was hurt and kept a lot of things to herself. I didn't want her to feel forced to talk to me.

People like Lynette shut down when pushed.

It was a little hurtful that she felt she couldn't talk to me about the things that were going wrong in her life. I wanted to be there for her, but I knew she had her own reasons.

All I could do was respect her wishes and give her time. If she didn't want to tell me, then so be it.

I turned off the main road and made my way to my parent’s house, because I was obligated to go there first. Knowing my parents, they’d probably be waiting outside, with the whole town, holding ‘Welcome Home’ banners and food that could feed a small country.

Luckily, that wasn't the case.

I parked the car on the side of the road, since my father’s truck was parked in the driveway, and as soon as I climbed out, the front door opened. My mother ran over to me with outstretched arms, ready to grip me tight and never let me go. Even if I’d only been gone a little while.

“Oh, Gabriel. I’m so glad you’re home.”

I rolled my eyes and turned to her. Typical overprotective, loving mom.

“Hey, Mom. I’m home.”

She threw her arms around me and hugged me.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“I was gone for a week,” I pointed out and she laughed.

“Let me see you,” she said and gave me a thorough look-over.

“I still look the same, Mom.”

“Have you eaten? You’ve wasted away,” she said as she practically dragged me up to the house.

My dad was on the front porch. He stood and hugged me.

“Good to have you home, son.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

Roscoe burst out the door like a raging bull and clambered over me.

“Hey, buddy. Did you miss me, huh?”

“He’s been sulking ever since you left,” Mom said.

We all went inside with Roscoe on our heels. My mother headed straight for the kitchen.

“Your mother’s been cooking up a storm.”

“I smelled that the moment she hugged me.”

My mother loved cooking, especially for me and my dad. She believed that all of life’s problems and difficulties could be fixed by a hearty meal, which was probably why I had the natural inclination to feed Lynette.

“How are you doing? You’re looking a little tanned,” Dad said.

“It’s a different kind of sun down there in Tampa. Feels like it could burn the life right out of you, not even to mention the humidity.”

“Tropical weather never did me well either. I remember the days when I traveled to Florida. I was convinced they’d have to bury me there.”

“At least now I know you weren’t exaggerating.”

“I never exaggerate,” he grumbled.

“Since when,” my mother asked as she entered the room with a fully loaded plate of food. “There you go, honey. You must be starving after your flight.”

“Thanks, Mom,” I said gratefully with a smile.

I’d learned not to argue with my mother when it came to food. This was just one of those times where I smiled and thanked her. Who know how long she stood in front of the stove preparing this for me, so I wasn't about to insult her.

She watched me take a few bites and then seemed satisfied that I wasn't sneaking it to Roscoe.

“So, how was your trip?” Mom asked. “Your father tells me that you ran into a few complications.”

I exchanged glances with my father and nodded.

“I did.”

“Did you manage to uncomplicated them?”

“Well, I’m not sure how to answer that.”

“Why? What happened?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Like I said to you over the phone we have time to hear the story,” Dad said.

I sighed and placed the plate on the side table.

“Oh, this can’t be good,” Mom muttered under her breath.

I smiled briefly and looked at them.

“Terry’s sister was not what I expected. When he told me about her, he described this young girl who had stars in her eyes and hopes and dreams. The girl I met was nothing like her.”

My Mom seemed confused. “We don’t follow,” she said. “What are you saying?”

“Lynette is dealing with a lot right now. Her father is an alcoholic, the bank is about to foreclose on the bar that her father owns, but she manages. Her staff are unreliable and she’s going to lose the bar, and she doesn't want to tell me about it. I know she’s going through a lot, and even though she keeps pushing me away, I want to help her. I want her life to be better, and easier. Not only because Terry asked me to.”

“It sounds like you really care about her,” Dad said.

“I think he does more than care,” Mom whispered to him but loud enough for me to hear.

I glanced over at her and nodded ever so slightly.

“You’re in love with this girl,” Dad said matter-of-factly.

“I definitely feel something for her, something that I’ve never felt for anyone else before.”

My parents exchanged glances and their gaze rested on me again. I raised my eyebrows expectantly, awaiting the impending lecture that would arise from this information.

“So when do we get to meet this girl?” Mom asked with too much fake enthusiasm.

“You’re not upset?”

“Gabriel, we’ve never heard you talking about a girl, or a woman in that way before,” Mom said. “You’re different, a good different, and we’re happy for you. Your smile finally reaches your eyes again.”

She reached over and covered my hand with hers.

She was right.

I was different before. I left Maine on a mission to meet Terry’s sister and help her any way that I could. I left my home with the sole purpose of fulfilling my duty to Terry, and not breaking the promise I made to him.

I owed him that, even though it would be difficult to look at Lynette and not think of Terry. All the late-night conversations we had in our tent, or the jokes we made to lighten the mood whenever there was another empty sleeping bag, another fallen brother.

Never in my life did I expect to pick up a woman in a gay club and take her back to a cheap hotel room. I didn't expect Lynette to be that kind of woman either, but the longer I came to know her, I realized that she wasn't that woman.

Nor was I that man any longer.

We’d both changed. We changed each other and we changed ourselves in the process.

“Son?”

“I promised her that I’d be back soon.”

“And you should. It sounds like she needs you.”

“I know and trust me when I say that I want to jump on the next plane to Tampa, but there are a few things I need to do here first.”

 

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The next morning I drove out to Long Pond in my dad’s truck. Roscoe sat on the seat beside me, his head hanging out the window. All my life, I wished I could be as carefree as a dog letting his ears blow in the wind, but life didn't always give you what you wanted.

I learned that the hard way.

I didn't want to think about that right now.

We reached Long Pond and I parked the truck on the grass, with an amazing view of the forest and the river. I hadn’t been there for almost a year now and I was a bit ashamed of myself because of it.

This had been the place that gave me clarity and perspective after Terry’s death. Something about the place brought me peace and was the place where I felt the closest to Terry.

My physical therapist would drive me out here and we’d spend hours sitting and talking, looking at the water. It was calming and even though she’d keep a close eye on me, she never hovered, which I appreciated the most about her. That, and the way she was persistent in a non-pushy way.

She made me realize that I wouldn’t learn to walk again if I didn't want to. I had to possess the will inside myself to walk again.

She’d been right too. It was all up to me.

Roscoe and I made our way across the grass then he ran off into the distance. He liked running, and I let him. He’d come back when he was ready.

Like we all did.

I walked down to the edge of the still water and searched for a smooth rock to skip. Tossing it sideways out onto the water, I counted as it skipped three times before sinking.

“I’m trying to help her, Terry,” I said out loud. “I made you a promise and I’m sticking to it. I won’t let you down.”

A sad smile crossed my lips.

I made my way back to the truck and glanced over at Roscoe, who was still rolling around on the grass. I whistled for him and he ran towards me.

“Come on, boy. Time to go.”

We headed back towards home and I suddenly had an intense longing to hear Lynette’s voice. I stopped on the side of the road and dialed her number.