Wide eyes stare back into mine. “You love me?”
“I do.” I said it without even thinking, listening to my heart instead. Caressing her cheek, I don’t feel the need to hide my real feelings. I love this girl. I love her so fucking much it hurts when I’m not with her. “I love you, Firefly.”
I’ve not seen her cry before, but her eyes turn this amazing shade of electric blue when she does. It’s a sight to behold, and I’m glad I’m seeing it from joy instead of pain. I hope she never feels the pain I’ve endured. Most wouldn’t survive it. I barely am, but because of her, I do.
I am.
I’m starting to live again.
“I love you, Alexander. So much.” Leaning her head forward, I kiss her forehead before her hair falls, covering it. I deserve her, and I stop feeling unworthy of the gifts I was given years ago. She’s a gift in the truest form. Her sweet soul trying to save mine makes her more irresistible. I’m not sure who will win the battle, but if I could give in to her need for me to be free from my past, I would.
I’d give her anything, if I could.
I’ve been controlled by a desire to find the truth whether it’s good for me or not. Knowing it’s bad for us, as a couple, hasn’t stopped me, but these moments with her are sacred. Her love won’t save me, but it feels damn good since I’m heading to hell anyway.
I’m more myself when I’m with her than any other time. She doesn’t realize this short reprieve each day is how I have the strength to travel down a path I know I shouldn’t.
Our fingers entwine between us. Lifting her chin up, I admire how gently she smiles. I lean in to taste those lips I can never get enough of. Like how I touched her seconds earlier, her lips caress mine, our mouths embracing more than physically—an acceptance, an agreement, a deal sealed. Our tongues touch, and her welcoming warmth takes and gives, our breath exchanged along with our hearts.
I struggle to talk about my feelings. That part of me died with my mother, but somehow with Sara Jane, I allow the real me to surface. She’s a blanket of safety. She prefers me when we’re alone, the attitude tempered, my walls down, my heart open. Keeping my voice low, I whisper, “How can I ever be the man you deserve?”
“You’re already him. Right here. Right now. You’re everything I love. Just hold that inside you. When it’s tough to find the light through the dark, remember this moment. Remember me. I’ll always fight for you, for us. I’ll always be here, waiting for you. You’ll come back to me because I need you.” Grasping my face in her hands, she says, “I need you, Alexander. Never forget that.”
. . . “I haven’t forgotten.” The voice in my head echoes her words, a vision of her beauty temporarily replacing the dankness that surrounds me. “I won’t forget.”
“What won’t you forget?”
Startled awake, I jump, my back hitting the cinder blocks. “Who’s there?”
A dim light hanging from the ceiling is switched on, and my mother sits on a chair in the corner. I’m not usually one for dramatics, but my mouth falls open, and I blink several times.
My mother?
What the hell?
“Mom?”
My mother smiles and the room seems to brighten automatically. My heart starts beating for the first time since arriving in this nightmare. “Alexander, my sweet son. I’m here.”
“Are you real?” She nods, but I need to hear her. It’s been so long since I’ve heard her voice that I’ve forgotten how similar it was to a songbird on a spring day. “Are you really here?”
“I’m here.” Standing, she comes closer. “I’m here to help you.”
This time I nod since I’m at a loss for words. Am I dreaming? She can’t be real. She’s dead.
Isn’t she?
Replying to what I thought was a silent question, she says, “I’m alive. I know this must have been hard on you, but don’t worry, I’ll make her pay for what she’s done.” She reaches out and I lean into her touch, my cheek resting in her open palm. “What have they done to you?”
“Who?”
“April Dorset. That’s why you’re here.”
“What?” I ask, sitting up. “You know about her?”
“All too much.” She kneels before me and covers my hands with hers. “You’re safe now. I’ll take you home.”
“Cruise—”
“He’s alive. He was in bad shape when we found him, but he’ll live.”
“Where am I? How are you here?”
“It’s a long story, and we need to get going. I have business to tend to, but as soon as we discovered where you were, we came for you.”
“We? Who’s we? How are you even alive? You—”
“Let’s get out of here. Hold out your hands.” She slips a key into the shackles and unlocks them.
With the weight off, my arms are light, feeling like they could float away if I let them. “Mom? You’re real, right?”
“You’re alive, Alex. I’m alive.”
She takes me by the elbow and starts to lift me, but I shake my head. “I can do it.”
“You don’t have to be strong right now. I . . . I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner.” Moving to the door, she looks out and then back to me.
“How did you find me? How is this happening?” I’m not fast to my feet, but my pride will keep me going. “Is Sara Jane okay?”
“She’s alive.”
She’s alive. My Sara Jane’s okay. For that alone, my heart will keep beating.
While my mind tries to wrap around this surreal situation, I follow her. Sara Jane. My mom. Cruise. I don’t need the same blood running through my veins to have family. I have the only family I need.
Just before we leave this hellhole, she turns back. When our eyes meet, she comes back to me and hugs me. Her body shudders with soft cries, and I wrap my arms around her. “Shh. It’s okay,” I say.
A gentle laugh escapes her. She reaches up and holds my face in her hands. “You’ve been tortured for over two weeks, but you’re comforting me? Alex, my dear sweet son, oh how I’ve missed you. I knew you were incredible, but you amaze me.”
She doesn’t care that I smell or that I’m dirty. She hugs me again like a long-lost son when she’s been the one lost all along. “I love you, Mom, but please, get me out of here.”
“I love you, too.” Stepping back again, she squeezes my arm gently and wipes away her tears. “Come on.”
I follow her down the same corridor I was led twice a day for what feels like forever, but this time we keep going. I pass the room I was shoved in for days on end, the one I thought I would die inside, and give it the evil eye. Just beyond, I see equipment, a shop vac and a toolbox haphazardly placed against a wall.
Jason comes around the corner with duct tape. We stop and stare at each other. My mom looks back when she passes him. “Alexander?”
“Why are you here?” I ask him.
He glances at my mom. “You two need to leave. The car’s just outside the parking garage.”