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‘Have a safe flight,’ Becca says, kissing me one last time before I enter the airport. ‘I’m really going to miss you,’ she adds as more tears spill out of her pretty blue eyes.
I hug her tightly once again. ‘I’m going to miss you too. I wish I could bring you with me.’
‘We’ll come visit, but not until you’re settled. You have to somehow let them know it’s a one-way ticket still,’ she chuckles.
‘As soon as I tell them the whole story, Tim will be glad I don’t have a return flight, he won’t want me anywhere near Dan or my mom,’ I assure her.
‘Good, so tell him right away, okay?’ she makes me promise.
‘Okay,’ I say and then pull away from her.
Trevor steps up and pulls me into his big, strong arms. He smells so good this morning.
‘Be safe,’ he says, keeping it simple. He doesn’t kiss me, that night was a one-time thing based purely on gratitude and a moment of passion between the three of us.
‘I will,’ I promise him. ‘Thank you both for helping me out.’
‘You’re welcome, now get going before you miss your flight,’ Becca says, her tears betray her laughter. She hugs and then kisses me one last time before shoving me towards the doors.
I enter the airport, and then turn one last time at the doors and wave before joining the queue to check in for my flight. Two hours later, the plane is taxiing out to the runway and soon, Virginia is shrinking away as a bad dream. If only the good had been enough to outweigh the shit I’d stay, but that isn’t the case, I need a fresh start and what better place than my old home?
Unwilling to talk to the passenger in the neighboring seat, I put my headphones on and listen to my hard rock mix. ‘Just Can’t Win’ by 10 Years plays first and I swear the song sounds like the band stalked me to write it. Seriously, go read the lyrics and you’ll understand. However, after that song ends, Shinedown’s ‘Unity’ encourages me that I’m not alone in this world. Halfway through the song I let out a sigh and close my eyes to sleep. No other genre of music touches my soul like this brand of alternative hard rock. The sometimes wailing sometimes lulling guitars, the sometimes haunting sometimes angry and sometimes happy but always beautiful melodies, the wonderful stories and/or lessons they teach all stir me deep inside.
Before I know it, the old lady next to me nudges me gently. I open my eyes and turn my head towards her to see her kind, smiling face.
‘We’re about to land,’ she informs me when I pull my noise-cancelling headphones away from my ears as Theory of a Deadman’s ‘Hurricane’ blares from the small speakers.
‘Thanks,’ I tell her and then shut off my iPod and stow it and my headphones in my carryon at my feet.
‘What brings you to California?’ the old lady asks.
I sigh, I’m still not looking to give my life’s story to a stranger, that’s why I was wearing the headphones. ‘Family,’ I answer simply.
‘Oh, that’s nice, dear,’ she says in such a gentle way that I almost wish she really was my grandmother. ‘Has it been a while since you last saw them?’
I nod and smile at her, she’s harmless enough, so I indulge her with some conversation. ‘It’s been a few years, yeah. But, my cousin, Tim, and I keep in touch pretty regularly,’ I tell her.
She smiles at a fond memory, looking at something unseen above my head as she tilts her head back. ‘I had a cousin I was close to. He was so handsome and kind to me,’ she says and then lowers her voice so only I can hear. ‘And did he know how to treat a woman, if you know what I mean.’
My eyes grow wide as I realize that this little old lady was admitting to fucking her cousin when they were younger. I stammer, unsure of how to respond.
‘Oh, it’s nothing to be embarrassed by,’ she says sweetly. ‘That’s what cousins are for, right? They’re your first best friends, sometimes ones you experiment with if you’re close enough. I mean, in Bible times, they married each other!’
I’m shocked beyond words at this lady’s admission of incest, but I can’t deny I’ve had thoughts of my cousins in the past. I mean, they’re both so fucking hot. Not to mention I’ll be staying in their house with them and their equally hot girlfriends. I feel a familiar tingle in my vagina as I think about them, so I push the thoughts away until the old lady asks to see a picture of them.
I pull out my smartphone, which is set to airplane mode, and go into my pictures. I’d saved a few of their pictures from Facebook onto it while I showed them off to Becca yesterday.
‘Oh my, he sure has a beautiful girlfriend,’ she says.
‘Actually, that’s his twin sister,’ I correct her with a giggle.
‘Ah, yes, I see the resemblance now. I sensed a closeness between them in this picture. I wouldn’t doubt if they’re closer than most siblings are,’ she says in that same knowing tone as earlier when she mentioned her cousin.
‘You seem to have some kind of a fetish, lady,’ I whisper accusingly through quiet laughter.
‘Maybe I do,’ she admits.
We obviously weren’t as close to landing as the lady had told me when she woke me earlier because we end up chatting for another hour and I end up spilling my story to her, though I leave out the sex with Becca and her brother the other night, I don’t need to give those kinds of details away to strangers. But when I get caught up to where I am now, talking to her, she squeezes my hand affectionately.
‘You need this fresh start for sure, young lady. You are so blessed to have cousins who love you so much to take you in like this. I guarantee it won’t matter to them when you tell them you only got a one-way ticket and don’t want to go back home to your mother until something changes with your step dad. What an animal!’ she cries almost too loudly, but she realizes her volume and brings it back down with an apologetic look to our immediate neighbors.
‘I know, you’re right. I’m just nervous about the future, I guess. I also really miss Becca,’ I confess.
‘Well, with a girlfriend as beautiful as her, I don’t blame you. But, she did promise to come see you as soon as she can afford to, right?’ Beatrice, the old lady, asks.
‘Yes, she did,’ I confirm.
‘Then, for now, focus on you and healing your heart, sweetheart,’ she says and then fishes a pen and post-it notes from her large purse. She scribbles her name and phone number onto a sticky-note and hands it to me. ‘If you ever need anything, anything at all, sweetie, you call me, okay?’ she makes me promise.
I nod as I stare at the phone number. ‘Thank you,’ I tell her. ‘For everything,’ I add. ‘I got on this flight wanting to block out the world and you made me talk to you and I feel so much better than I did before.’
‘We old ladies have a way of doing that,’ she says with a wink and squeezes my hand lovingly again.
A few minutes later we actually make our final descent into LAX. The old lady keeps me company while we wait for our bags at the baggage claim carousel. Once I have my two large suitcases full of all of the clothes I own, I turn to exit the airport and wait for Tim on the curb but to my surprise he’s already here, grinning at me with the most charming smile I’ve ever seen. I look him up and down, football has been good to him.
Without a word, I let go of my suitcases and take the few steps between us at a run until I slam into his solid body. He hugs me tightly and then without warning, my emotions explode all over his soft, gray T-shirt that clings to every muscle of his upper body, soaking his left pectoral with tears. I thought I’d gotten it all out on the plane with the old lady, but there’s obviously more to let go of. Tim strokes my hair gently and lets me cry it out until I get better control of myself.
‘I’m sorry,’ I apologize to him.
‘What are you sorry for? Not coming to visit sooner?’ he teases kindly as we gather my luggage.
I snort at
his ribbing and shake my head. ‘For soaking your shirt with my silly tears,’ I tell him.
He shrugs and then picks up both suitcases. ‘Holy shit, what did you pack in here, your entire wardrobe?’
I look at him nervously and realization dawns on his face immediately.
‘You only got a one-way ticket didn’t you?’ he asks.
I nod sadly but can’t say anything.
‘Okay, we’ll talk about that later. For now, let’s get you home and fed,’ he says warmly and then leads me to his car in the parking structure. Once the luggage is tossed into the back of the car, we make the short trek to his and Tina’s house. I’m blown away at how nice it is compared to what I left back in Virginia.
Leading me into the house, I’m greeted by Tina as soon as I walk through the door. She hugs me tightly and then kisses me on the cheek.
‘It’s so good to see you, cousin,’ she says happily and then takes my laptop bag from me as she escorts me to the couch. Melody, the fiery redhead I haven’t seen in years is lounging in the plush recliner just beyond the couch. I don’t see Jenny anywhere, though.
‘Jenny’s in class right now,’ Tim says, noticing me looking for her.
‘Right, it’s Friday,’ I say. ‘Why aren’t you at football practice?’ I ask him.
‘I told coach I had family coming in and had to pick them up at the airport and would make it up to him at practice tomorrow. He said not to worry about it, though, and is taking the opportunity to groom one of the freshman quarterbacks as my backup,’ he explains.
‘Must be nice being the star of the school,’ I tease him sarcastically.
He shrugs with a wink. ‘It has its perks.’
‘So, what happened?’ Tina asks, practically pulling me onto the couch.
‘Gees, sis, don’t bombard her for details, let her get settled first,’ Tim scolds her.
I agree with Tim at the moment and look at her apologetically. ‘Sorry, Tina, I’m just not up to talking about it right now.’
‘Right, I’m sorry,’ she says regretfully. ‘Whenever you’re ready to talk, I’m here for you, okay?’ she offers.
‘Thanks,’ I say and then look to Tim. He’d set my luggage next to the hallway towards the bedrooms to get a bottle of water from the fridge.
‘I’ll show you to your room,’ he says, picking up on my look immediately.
He sets the bottle back in the fridge and then leads me down the hall with both of my suitcases in hand. Halfway down the hall he stops and then opens the door to an empty room, save for an already made queen-sized bed with a solid red bedspread. The walls are simply decorated with picture frames with paintings of flowers and beautiful landscapes.
‘This was originally Jenny’s room, but she shares my room now,’ he tells me. ‘So, that’s her bed that goes almost completely unused unless she needs to escape to study for finals or work on a big paper for one of her classes,’ he adds. ‘But, while you’re here, it’s yours and for as long as you need it.’
Setting my bag down by the bed I turn and examine the spacious room. ‘It’s huge,’ I say out loud without meaning to.
‘This is the smaller of the rooms,’ Tim chuckles.
I shake my head at him. ‘Must be nice,’ I mumble.
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ he asks defensively.
‘No, I, I’m sorry. I’ve always been jealous of you guys. You always seem to have everything,’ I tell him and immediately feel ashamed for it, Tim and his whole family have always been kind to me but I’ve always been jealous of them.
Finally setting my luggage down, he turns and shuts the door before sitting with me on the edge of my new bed that still technically belongs to his girlfriend.
‘You ready to talk yet?’ he asks me and my stomach suddenly fills with butterflies, not so much from sharing everything with him, but from him stroking my knee gently.
My left leg is tucked under me as my other hangs over the edge of the bed and it’s the bent one he’s caressing so lovingly. There’s no hidden agenda behind his gesture, he’s merely showing me concern, but I can’t help the way his touch unexpectedly makes me feel. My mind goes back to my night with Trevor and Becca and the fact that they’d fucked during our little threesome as well. If they could do that, who’s to say me and Tim couldn’t do anything? I shake the thought out of my head and Tim takes it as me saying I’m not ready to talk, so he goes to stand up and leave but I reach before him before he can stand.
‘Sorry, my mind was elsewhere for a second,’ I tell him.
He looks at me curiously. ‘And where was that?’ he asks.
I look down at my knee where his hand has already returned and is stroking me gently again.
‘Oh, sorry,’ he says pulling his hand away.
I shake my head hastily. ‘No, it’s okay. It felt nice,’ I tell him and actually pull his hand back to my knee. ‘You doing that makes me feel safe and loved.’
‘Well, I’m glad you feel that way because you are. If anyone ever tries to hurt you and I’m around to do something about it…’ he trails off to imply how far he’ll go for me.
‘Thanks. It feels great being with at least one person who truly loves me,’ I say and then Becca’s face flashes in my mind and I begin to cry again. Since when did I become a water faucet of tears?
Tim pulls me into a tight hug again and helps me calm down again. Once I’m calm, I tell him my story of all that happened back home. Sensing it’s going to be a long story, Tim moves to the headboard and sits with his back against it and then pats the empty space next to him. I sit close to him and tell him everything. Everything from the moment I’d hung up with him the other night until Trevor saved me from Dan’s attack, and I briefly mention spending the rest of my time with Trevor and Becca.
As soon as I finish the story Tim is quiet. I look up at him and see the mixture of anger and sadness in his eyes. He looks torn between comforting me and wanting to rip Dan’s head off, I’d be okay with either one. Tim lifts his arm to wrap it around my shoulders, so I sit forward slightly to allow him to and then rest my head on his thick, muscular shoulder.
Tim sighs. ‘I’m so sorry you’ve had to go through all that, Courtney,’ he tells me as he caresses my shoulder with his thumb while his fingertips reach halfway down my upper arm.
‘Me too,’ I say in such a small voice, I almost don’t believe it’s me saying it.
‘God, I wish I could just beat the shit out of him. I’ve never liked Dan. He’s such an asshole,’ he vents, which makes me smile.
‘Just knowing you would is enough, Tim,’ I tell him.
‘He better not show his face here,’ he adds.
‘I don’t think he’s going anywhere for a while. I’m sure he’s been arrested. The officers told me if I didn’t press charges that they would do it themselves seeing as there was evidence of physical abuse on me. I just still can’t believe Mom took his side once again,’ I say with a sigh.
Tim hugs me to his side a little tighter. ‘We’ll figure this shit out, cuz,’ he promises. ‘I’m sure you’d like a shower or something after traveling, huh?’ he asks to change the subject.
‘That sounds awesome, actually.’
‘Go right ahead and use the one in the hall. Only Jenny and I use it, and it’s got a huge fucking counter. You can take up the empty side, I barely have anything in there,’ he tells me and then nudges me to slip off the bed.
Once we’re standing up again he pulls me into a tight hug, so I wrap my arms around him just as tightly.
‘Get cleaned up, I’ll find you a towel to use, after your shower and as soon as you’re ready, we’ll all go out to dinner,’ he says laying out a plan.
‘Sounds good,’ I agree and then I retrieve a change of clothes from one of my suitcases and then join him in the bathroom where he is waiting with a fluffy, pink towel. ‘Is this your own personal towel?’ I tease him.
‘Ha-ha,’ he winks at me as he tosses the towel at me as well. I catch it and th
en set it on the counter. ‘Just holler if you need anything,’ he says and then walks past me, but I grab his hand before he can get too far and then pull him close again.
‘Thanks for everything,’ I say and then kiss him on the cheek, or at least, that’s what I try to do until he turns his head towards me to do the same thing and the corners of our mouths meet.
We both pull back and look at each other startled. He then reaches for my face and pushes my hair behind my left ear before cupping the back of my head in his big, powerful hand. He lowers his face towards mine and I let him, anticipating his kiss. But, he suddenly changes his mind with a look as if he’d been under a trance for a moment.
‘Um,’ he stammers. ‘I’m sorry,’ he says quickly and then rushes out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
I lean against the counter for a moment, blown away by the kiss we almost shared. I wish he’d have kissed me, not even thinking about the fact that he’s my cousin or that he’d be cheating on his girlfriend if he had. With a sigh I turn the water on and strip out of my traveling clothes. The water warms surprisingly quickly, but not quicker than Tim’s return to the bathroom with a towel for me, he must have forgotten about the one he already brought me.
‘Oh shit!’ he cries and then shuts the door. ‘Sorry, Courtney, I didn’t mean to walk in on you. I thought you were already in the shower.’
‘It’s okay, Tim. I’m getting in now,’ I tell him and then step into the tub/shower combo and draw the curtain shut. As much as I enjoyed him seeing me, I don’t want to make him any more uncomfortable than he already is. ‘Okay, it’s all safe now, cousin!’ I giggle.
The door opens and then closes. ‘I set the towel on the counter right across from the tub,’ he informs me. ‘Right next to the one I already brought you,’ he says and then laughs nervously. ‘Fuck.’
‘Thanks, Tim,’ I laugh and then butterflies flutter in my stomach as I feel tempted to invite him into the shower. ‘You don’t have to be embarrassed by anything, Tim,’ I say quietly so no one outside the door can hear me.
‘I’m not embarrassed,’ he lies.
I chuckle a little. ‘You never could lie to me, you know,’ I remind him.
He sighs. ‘Okay, so I was a little embarrassed. But, that’s not why I ran out of the room like I did.’
I turn my head in his direction curiously as the hot water flows over my naked body. ‘Oh?’ I say, unsure of what else to say.
‘Yeah,’ he says as if confessing his sins to me. ‘There must be something in the genetics of the women in our family,’ he starts.
I wasn’t expecting to hear that from him, but I’m curious as to where he’s going, so I wait.
‘I mean, look at Tina, my mom, hell, even your mom is attractive,’ he rattles off.
‘Are you saying you’re attracted to my mom?’ I tease.
He laughs. ‘Hell no, she’s a fucked up bitch who treats her amazing daughter like shit,’ he spits out, trying to hold back his anger.
I smile at his words. He said I’m amazing, no guy has ever called me that.
‘What I was saying is, the women in our family are all fucking hot,’ he finally blurts out. ‘I had to leave before I did something I’d regret.’
‘Like kiss me?’ I ask quietly and then take up the bottle of shampoo from the rack hanging from the showerhead, it smells like strawberries.
‘Jenny’s shampoo,’ he says fondly. ‘Yes, like kiss you,’ he answers my question.
‘Would that be so bad?’ I question him, my feelings definitely hurt.
‘Shit, Courtney, that’s not what I meant. I meant, I didn’t want to do something behind Jenny’s back,’ he clarifies.
‘You don’t think it’d be weird to kiss me?’ I ask him hopefully.
He sighs. ‘I think we have some catching up to do, Cuz. How about I take you out and show you around town after you get cleaned up? We could use some time to really talk about everything.’
‘I already told you all that happened, Tim,’ I say as I lather up my hair.
‘I know, but I sensed there was more you weren’t telling me, but I figured if we were somewhere more private then you’d feel more comfortable.’
I shrug. ‘I told you everything, really. There’s nothing more about Mom or Dan I want to talk about.’
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