by S. Moose
There’s nothing in between us.
Positioning myself over her, I look at her again, “Bay, it doesn’t have to happen. I can wait. You know I can wait.”
“I’ve been on the pill and I’ve never missed a day.”
As soon as I heard that, the desire for her hits an all-time high. Sliding into her warmth, I watch her big, round eyes fill with desire and fire. It’s surreal. This is what I’ve been waiting for since I left her here. Tonight is here. Everything I’ve done to get here is now happening.
“I love you, Bay.” She smiles and opens her legs wider. She meets every thrust and screams my name. With each noise she makes, it’s getting harder to not finish. Fuck. I need to last longer than this.
I press deeper inside her. I grab one leg and prop it on my shoulder, pushing deeper and deeper. Her breathing is going faster and I feel her about to let go. We keep our eyes on one another and a smile creeps on her face. Putting down her leg, I lean down and kiss her beautiful lips, slowing down, enjoying this moment.
“Faster,” she whispers and my dick takes over. Sliding in harder and faster, I groan and hear her moan, when we both find our release.
“Don’t leave me again,” she tells me, holding onto me with all her strength. “Please.”
“I’m not going anywhere. This is where I belong. You are my home. Our lives were thrown offbeat, but now I know things are going to be okay.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” Kissing her forehead, I hold her tighter in my arms. Suddenly, my life makes sense and I’m looking forward to waking up next her and until forever ends.
I had my doubts, but now this is all I need, to know we found our place and nothing else matters. Breathing in a relaxing breath, I close my eyes and finally fall sleep next to my Bay.
“Good morning, beautiful.” I wake up and see I’m alone in her bed. At first, I don’t panic. Maybe she’s downstairs getting us breakfast. Putting on my clothes, I walk down the hall and down the stairs. I notice how quiet everything is and wonder what the hell is going on.
Looking for her in the living room and kitchen, I start to panic. She’s nowhere. I hear the front door open and rush over to see who’s there.
“Mandy? What are you doing here?”
Her eyes look red like she’s been crying and she shakes her head. “We need to go to the hospital. Ryan’s there now.”
Rushing out of the house and following her to her car, she drives to Strong and explains what happened. Apparently, Bayleigh woke up and found him sitting on the swing and he was unresponsive. She didn’t know what to do and called the ambulance. I fucking slept through the whole thing.
“Don’t be mad,” Mandy tells me.
“I’m not. Just get me there now.”
When she pulls in the hospital parking lot, I get out before she parks and hurry inside. Telling the receptionist my name and who I need to see, she gives me the information and soon I’m outside the door, listening to them talk.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like shit,” he tells her. I can hear the weakness in his voice. “I don’t want to die here,” he cries and I hang my head. I don’t know how much more I can hear. Even though I hate him for trying to steal my girl and not protecting her, he’s still my brother and I love him.
“It’ll be okay. I’ll be here with you.”
“No. I need to leave, but I need you with me. Take me back to the lake house,” he asks her. My insides tear apart. She’s going to say yes. Their bond is strong and she won’t let him die alone. “Please stay with me and don’t leave.”
“Okay. I’ll stay with you. I’ll get the doctors.” I move away and watch her walk away. Going inside the room, my eyes find Ryan’s. Neither of us talk and I’m not sure where to begin.
“I’m sorry this is happening to you,” I tell him and I mean it. We’ve been spending time together and we’re keeping him busy. Maybe he’s doing too much and needs to relax a little.
“Thanks,” he coughs, and wipes his lips. “Terminal brain tumor,” he laughs, shaking his head. “I never thought about the signs or symptoms, you know? Thought it was in my head, just not literally. Now I have to sit back and wait.”
“You’re doing too much. Slow down a little,” I suggest. “I heard you and Bay talking. This isn’t fair. You can’t ask her to do this. You know she’ll drop everything for you. Is that what you want?”
“To spend my last days with her? Yes. Once I’m gone, that’s it. I won’t know what it’s like to be with her. I love her and I’m going to love her beyond my final breath. She’s been in my heart since I was five years old. It’s always been her. I want to marry her.”
“Marry her?” I laugh, “You’ve lost your mind, Ryan. You can’t marry her. Not legally.”
“Doesn’t have to be. All I need is her with me and need her to be mine for my final days.”
“But I love her too. I have her back and now you expect me to let her be with you?”
“Once I’m gone, she’ll be yours. All yours.”
“She’s not a fucking toy, Ryan!” I scream and have to step back. “She’s a person with a beautiful mind and heart and you’re using that against her.”
“I love her and that’s all you need to understand.”
Having heard enough of this bullshit, I walk out and I don’t wait for Bayleigh. I tell Mandy to take me back to her house and I text Bayleigh to meet me when she’s done. The car ride is quiet as I gather my thoughts. What’s the right thing to do? Let her go again and know she’ll come back. Knowing she’s going to be with my brother? Can I handle that?
“It’ll be okay,” Mandy says, rubbing my knee. “You have to believe.”
“Sometimes believing and love isn’t enough. Thanks for the ride.” I get out of the car and walk to the swing, waiting for her to come back.
My phone is quiet and I’m not sure where she is or what she’s doing. I see Mandy’s car again and Bayleigh walks out. Her head is hanging low and her body is tense and tired. She joins me on the swing and I watch her eyes look over at the rose bushes her parents are growing. I think about holding her hand, but I hold back, especially when I see the ring on her finger. Even though it’s not legal and doesn’t mean anything, it means something me. I know I’m being an asshole for having a cold heart. When it comes to her, she’s all that matters.
“Do you know that each rose has a meaning?”
“Yeah. I think every girl who is romantic and believes fairy tales knows that.”
I smile, “Do you remember on every Valentine’s Day, before we started dating, I’d give you thirteen red-tipped yellow roses? You’d look at me like I was crazy. Did you know what those roses meant?” I watch her think. She’s trying to come up with something.
“No. I just thought you were being sweet.”
“Well, I was. But those roses meant friendship and falling for you. I got you thirteen flowers every year because it represents a secret admirer.”
Her eyes swell with tears and quickly I wrap her in my arms, pulling her onto my lap, stroking her back and rocking back and forth. This isn’t what I want. I hate when she cries and there’s not much I can do.
“I know you’re confused,” I tell her, “and I know you love me and Ryan.” Admitting it aloud kills me. Even though Ryan’s dying, I hate how much time she spends with him. “Forever, Bay. That’s how long I’m going to love you. But what I can’t understand is your need to take care of him.”
“It’s something I have to do. He has no one and I’m his only friend. Why can’t you see that and understand?”
“Because I don’t!” I scream, “I know I’m being an asshole, but thinking about the two of you in the lake house together is fucking with my head. Make me understand so I can be okay with this. Make me understand why you’re wearing a ring he bought you. Just a few weeks ago, you said you weren’t ready for anything and then Ryan comes into the picture and you’re this different person.”
“You love both of us. It’s hard to trust either of you. Do you know I’ve loved you my whole life? I thought you were going to be my last love.”
She cries and holds my hand, “I still am. Forever, Tyler.”
I shake my head, “No. There’s too much that’s happened and I don’t think I can forget what you and Ryan shared. Even though it wasn’t physical, it was emotional. I saw the two of you kiss. Tell me you didn’t want that kiss.”
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she looks away from me and bows her head down. My heart shatters in my chest. I’ve lost her. No matter what I say or do, she’s going to choose Ryan.
“Do you know how much last night meant to me? To finally mean something to you.” She doesn’t respond. I hear her sniffling and nodding her head.
“I love you, Tyler. I don’t know what else to say.”
“No, I think you do. The love you have for me is an obligation.”
“That’s not fair, Tyler! I was confused and scared. You can’t use my words against me.” She screams and gets in my face. “Stop being an asshole and open your fucking eyes. I am doing this so your brother doesn’t have to go through this alone. Can’t you see I love you and yes I love him, but that’s on a different level? I am giving him what he wants so he can die in peace and if you can’t accept that, then you’re not the man I thought you were.”
“I guess I’m not. I guess I can’t watch the fucking woman I love marry or wait, pretend to marry, someone else so he can be happy. I guess you can’t stay with him as a friend or ask me or Mandy to come with you! I fought every day for you for over a year and then you go and do this!”
“What do you want me to do? Not give him his last wish?”
I sigh and rub my face, “I don’t fucking know.” Fuck!
“Just wait, please Tyler.”
“No. Do you think I’m stupid?” I seethe, “I won’t be your fallback guy.”
“You aren’t Tyler,” she sobs in my arms. I feel her holding onto me, repeating how much she loves me and I can’t bring myself to hold her back. “It’s always been you.”
“It makes sense. Since he’s dying, of course you’ll try to come crawling back but you can’t.”
She unwraps herself from me and backs away. Her eyes don’t leave mine and I can’t stop staring at her. Everything I love about her is gone. All I can see is that fucking ring and him.
“I have to go,” she mumbles. “Your mom needs my help. I have to go.”
I nod and watch her walk away. The voices in my head tell me to stop being a sucker and move on.
Rushing to my car and getting in, I drive back to the hospital and walk into his room. The sounds of machines beep and his nurse is changing bags around.
“Almost done,” she tells me with a smile. I stand in the corner and my eyes don’t leave his.
When she leaves, I stay where I’m standing and play out the words I want to say. “Can we talk?” He nods his head.
“I need to say something first.”
“Okay,” I answer, “go.”
“She’s amazing, you know.” I nod. “I know she loves you.” I nod again. I’m not sure where the hell this conversation is going. “Regardless of what you think, we never had sex. Yes, I’ve kissed her and she’s kissed me back.”
“Is there a point to this, Ryan? Because right now, all I want to do is smash my fist into your face.” I feel like an asshole for telling him this. No, I don’t want to hit him and I don’t want to see him die. But right now, I can’t think clearly.
“Fair enough. But she loves you.”
“You too, man.”
“She loves you more. Do you know she talks in her sleep?” This gets my attention. “She whispers your name and says she loves you. So yeah, I know she loves us both, but she loves you more. We’ve gotten close and she’s my best friend. I know it’s hard seeing us together and seeing her in the lake house with me. But think about it. When I’m gone, you’ll still be here. You’re her forever.”
“Yeah well, right now she wants you so I’m going to head out again. I have some things to tie up.”
“California?” I nod my head. “Listen man I’m sorry, but I want my brother here.” I look away. “You’re really going to leave? Fucking leave Mom alone?”
“She has Bayleigh and she’ll be busy with you. No one needs me.”
“Shut the fuck up!” he yells. “You’re a fucking Scott. Man up, Tyler.”
“I’ll be back. Don’t say anything,” I mutter, “I have some things to do and I’ll be home. Permanently.” Rubbing my face, I pull out the chair and sit down. “I can’t help how I feel,” I explain. “She’s the best girl and I understand your need and love for her. I’ll love her forever. Right now, even though you’re hurting, she needs you. You did something to make her feel again.”
“She’ll need you when I’m gone.”
“And all she has to do is ask me and I’ll be here in a second. But I can’t do this anymore. I need to leave and get my head straight. Take care of her. And don’t tell her I’ll be back. She doesn’t need that on her plate.”
“I won’t,” he answers, “thanks for everything.” I sit with Ryan a little longer. Neither of us talk. The sounds in the room fill the silence. What else am I supposed to say? Usually I’m good with my words and can carry a conversation. I swallow the lump in my throat. It’s selfish for me to leave. But all this information is getting to me. I don’t want to think about Ryan dying or my mom in pain. Even Bayleigh in pain. It’s too much to handle.
My phone vibrates with a text message from Mom.
“Mom said she’s on her way back with Bayleigh, so I’m going to head out.”
“I’ll watch her.”
“I know you will.” I let him go and walk away from everything I’ve known and everything I want.
Ty: I’m back in Cali. Not sure when I’ll be back . . . You don’t have to update me on Ryan. My mom will
I blankly stare at the text message. I miss him and hope one day he’ll understand why I’m doing this. No one should be alone when they’re going through the bullshit of death. Mandy tells me I have to give Tyler space or else it’ll push him away. Hopefully doing that will bring him back. There’s not much more I can say. If he won’t stay for his brother, then he won’t stay for me.
It’s all about patience and believing in faith. Everything happens for a reason. We meet people, and sometimes they stay, other times they leave. But everyone we meet has a purpose in our lives. Tyler taught me love and gave me experiences I never want to let go of. Ryan’s teaching me how to live again and to always believe there’s a purpose. What life can be like when you believe and have hope. He’s showing me what it’s like to let go of your demons and take control again. I’m still alive and I’m here for a reason I need to remember to have patience and not quickly assume I’m meant to be in my room, locked away from the world.
Even though I have control of my life, I don’t have control of other people or the whys of the way life works. The things I can control are my emotions and reactions. With having patience and understanding, I don’t react too quickly without thinking. Assumptions are the devil. I can’t sit here and assume Tyler’s with Serena or has feelings for her. Two people, a man and woman, can be friends and strictly be friends. He’s showing me life is about taking risks and doing what you love. And when I do something over and over again, I’ll become better and that motivation will guide me.
Right now things are good between us. He’s been home for a few days and things are okay for the most part. He’s getting weaker and the doctors can’t give him anything to help. The medicine he was on made him sleep most of the day. To Ryan, that’s his biggest nightmare. He’s not afraid of dying. He’s afraid he won’t experience things before he dies. That’s what I admire about him. Even though he’s dying and doesn’t know how long he truly has, it doesn’t
stop him from working hard to see and feel what he wants.
My walls are breaking down and I’m fully letting him in. We talk all the time and we’re together most of the day. Luckily for me, I’m working more from home and Skyping with Damon. If I’m needed in the office, I go in, but not all day like before.
Balancing the tray of food, I climb the stairs and use my foot to open his bedroom door. Placing the tray on the nightstand I sit on the edge of the bed, next to Ryan, and watch him sleep. I love the way he sleeps and how at peace he is with everything going on. Moira and I spend most of our days with him. When I’m needed in the office or go home to see my parents, she’s with him. Even though I know she can handle taking care of him, we’re a team and we work together to keep him comfortable.
“Stop looking at me,” he smiles and opens his eyes. Looking at the tray of food, he shakes his head. “Just juice please.”
“You need to eat, Ry.” Handing him the glass of orange juice, I watch him struggle to take a few sips.
“Not today,” he tells me and I sigh. “I’ll try to eat some fruit and toast. My stomach can’t handle a lot.”
“Okay, that’s better than nothing.”
He finishes eating what he can and doesn’t look at me. I see the pain in his eyes. He’s hiding how he feels. Telling me he’s not hungry and watching him struggle isn’t easy. None of this is easy.
He faces me and takes my hand. “You look beautiful.”
“You aren’t so bad yourself.”
While we’re in his bedroom, we’re away from the reality of his cancer and death. I try to keep upbeat and for a moment it’s nice to talk to him and not think about the tumor.
“I think I want to spend my last days at the lake house. What do you think?”
Moira and I talked about what’s best for Ryan. We know he’s stubborn and won’t listen to anyone.
“If it’s what you want,” I tell him, “I’ll talk to your mom and we’ll make it happen.” Lightly kissing his forehead, I feel his hand grab my arm.
