Corbin's Bend Season Two

by Livia Grant

  “Knock it off, Ronnie. It’s late and I ‘ave appoinments in the morning. You need t’ go home.” Listening to his sister slur her words infuriates Troy.

  ‘She fucking drove home impaired. I guess her only other option had been to ride with the troll.’

  “Like hell I’m leaving. I spent a Goddamn fortune buying you drinks tonight. The least you can do is invite me in for one nightcap. I promise, baby, I’ll go home right after one drink.”

  ‘Say no… tell him to bugger off… get lost…’

  What comes out of her mouth is “Well, okay, but only one dink. And no funny business.”

  The jingle of keys in the lock is followed by the rush of cold air from the ongoing snowstorm outside. The front door isn’t closed one second before the hulk named Ronnie has grabbed Traci, swinging her around to press her back against her own front door, trapping her between the hard wood and the hard muscles of her unwelcome guest. The jerk is so large, Troy can no longer see any of his sister, but he does hear her struggling to free herself from the aggressor’s grip.

  Troy is enraged. Flipping every light switch on at once, the entire space is immediately flooded in bright lights. Troy has to squint in the sudden blaze of white, but he has an advantage. At least he knew the flash was coming, unlike the brute manhandling his sister. Troy is sprinting by the time he gets to the front door. Not bothering to stop, he hurls his full-body weight into the side of the massive intruder, knocking the troll to the floor. He’s about Troy’s height, but based on how hard he goes down, easily seventy-five pounds heavier. The advantage of surprise coupled with the sheer velocity of his tackle have Troy successfully wrestling the asshole to the floor where Troy presses is forearm to Ronnie’s neck, cutting off his oxygen flow long enough to subdue him.

  Only once Troy is relatively sure Ronnie is going to stay down without striking back does he let the high-pitch scream of his sister register.

  “Traci, knock it off. It’s just me.”

  The screaming stops, replaced with a shaky voice. “Troy?”

  “Yes. Were you expecting someone else? Maybe a home intruder or even a mass murderer?”

  “What are you talkin’ ‘bout?”

  “You. Letting this asshole into your house. What the hell were you thinking, Traci?” Troy doesn’t try to hide his anger. He’s pumped up on a dangerous cocktail of fury and adrenaline.

  Troy can’t see his sister, but he hears her shuffling across the room to plop down onto the couch. He sees the hulk is preparing to fight back. Troy tries to defuse the situation. “Listen, I don’t want any trouble. I’m gonna let you up and you’re gonna leave. I don’t want you to come near my sister again, you understand?”

  Hulker-dude seems offended. “I don’t know why you’re so pissed at me? She’s the one who was coming on hot and heavy to every guy at the bar. I did her a favor by following her home. There were a lot worse guys than me eyeing her up, believe me.”

  It’s a sad state of affairs when the intruder who just manhandled his sister is actually speaking more coherently than said victim. Still, Troy can’t help but think about what the hell would be happening to Traci right now if he hadn’t been here to surprise her. She could have been beaten or worse, raped.

  Troy’s anger is slowly spreading from the man trapped on the floor to include his wayward sister. “I’m gonna let you up now.”

  “About time. I was beginning to think you bat for the other team, you know? You seem to like it on top.” He flashes a lopsided smile, revealing a mouth full of uneven teeth. Seems Ronnie has a sense of humor.

  Troy is in no mood to take shit from the jerk. “Nope. Just protecting my baby sister.”

  The men push off to stand and with one last look over his shoulder at Traci now nursing what appears to be her throbbing head on her sofa, Ronnie stalks out the door to his truck. The loud engine can be heard as he tears out of the driveway, only to gun it, fishtailing in the snowy streets of Corbin’s Bend.

  Troy watches until he sees the truck’s tail lights disappear in the darkness before turning around to get his first good look at his sister. He’s never seen her like this. Her outfit is too skimpy. Her too-much makeup is smeared. Her beautiful long brunette hair is messed as if she’d just gotten out of bed. In a word, she looks a mess.

  It is so uncharacteristic of his sister, that it alarms him. Traci had personified professional even as a teenager. While most teenage girls were into boys and makeup, Traci had already been pushing herself academically, knowing at an early age she planned on going into the medical field like their dad. She’d been voted ‘Most Likely to Succeed’ by her classmates her senior year and even after losing their parents in the accident the summer before starting college, she was able to maintain a straight A average all through college and grad school. Troy has never understood why some guy hasn’t come along and swept her off her feet yet. Traci is the epitome of brainy, bold and beautiful. Well at least under normal circumstances. Troy knows something big must be going on in his sister’s life for her to act so foolishly tonight.

  She finally lifts her head from her hands. The siblings spend a long minute eyeing each other up. With each passing moment, Traci appears to transform from carefree drunk to guilty young woman. Troy speaks first. He has no chance at keeping the anger he feels out of his tone. “So why don’t you tell me what the hell has gotten into you today?”

  She’s going on offense. “Why don’t you tell me what the hell you’re doing here first? I thought you were still in DC?” Maybe she isn’t feeling very guilty after all, which only angers her brother more.

  “I wanted to surprise you for your birthday. You know. Take you out on the town to celebrate. Help you ring in the big 3-0.”

  Traci scoffs. “I don’t need any help celebrating. I’d forget the whole damn thing if I could.”

  Troy sees the pain flashing through her eyes, and it helps tamp down his anger. “What’s gotten into you, Trace? This is so not like you.” He uses his nickname for her, trying to get her to open up.

  “How would you know, Troy? You’re barely here. I’ve had to learn to take care of myself, you know?”

  A pang of guilt hits Troy hard. “Well, that’s part of the surprise, sis. I’ve moved back to Denver. I’m stationed out of Buckley now. I’m gonna be close enough that we can see each other all the time now.”

  Troy had expected a smart-ass remark from the tipsy occupant of the sofa. Instead, he sees tears forming in Traci’s brown eyes. “You aren’t just kidding me, are you? You really are moving back to Colorado?” Her sarcasm is gone, replaced with a vulnerability Troy has never seen on his fearless sister’s face before.

  Moving towards her, Troy reassures her. “I promise. I wouldn’t joke about something like that.” Troy has stopped to stand in front of the couch, looking down at Traci in a way that forces her to crane her neck back to look at him. “Now, why don’t you answer my question. What the hell has gotten into you that you thought it was a good idea to pick up some guy in a bar and bring him home with you, driving drunk to top it off?”

  Large, sloppy tears stream down her cheeks as she remains silent.

  “Traci Lynn Jackson, answer the question. What the fuck were you thinking?” Troy has tried to stay calm, but the reality of how bad things could have gone tonight keep piling in on him. Reaching down to pull Traci to her feet, Troy sees his sister’s regret followed closely by a flash of anger as he holds her upper arms in a vice grip.

  He watches so many emotions flitting across her tear-stained face. She settles on a shouting rant. “What d’you wanna hear, Troy? You wanna hear how lonely I am? How I moved here in hopes of finding a man who wanted the same kind of relationship I did… the same kind of close marriage Mom and Dad had. Instead, I get here and find there are hardly any single guys, unless you count Father Beauchamp, but since he’s old enough to be my father, he doesn’t really count. This is a wonderful community for families… couples… Not so great for those of us who c
ome here alone. Add to that the fact that while everyone in town is very nice to me, don’t think I don’t know they all hold back being too friendly. God forbid they get too close to the shrink. I feel like everyone’s afraid I’m gonna try to psychoanalyze them to figure out why they’re so into spanking. Little do they know I’d never judge them since…” Her angry rant trails off as she closes her eyes, fresh tears dropping from her wet lashes. Troy doesn’t need her to finish her sentence. He knows what she was going to say.

  “That’s why you moved here, isn’t it? It wasn’t just to start up your practice. You sought out Corbin’s Bend because you understand where they’re coming from, didn’t you?”

  Her emotions are all over the board. When she opens her eyes, he sees an anger he’s never seen there before and it scares him. “So what if I did? Are you gonna call me a freak too, like so many other guys I’ve dated? Are you gonna ridicule me like all of the other psychologists did at the annual convention I went to last summer? Maybe call me the ‘spanko quack’ like…” The pain on her face as her voice cracks breaks Troy’s heart. How could his sister be so unhappy and him not know about it? He’d sensed something was wrong, but he had no idea she’s been in such pain.

  “Calm down, Trace. I’m not the enemy here.” Troy tries to pull her into a hug, but she pushes away.

  “You could have fooled me. Some birthday this has been. Even throwing myself at a room full of guys and I still can’t manage to get laid.”

  Troy’s fury returns. “Oh for Christ’s sake. So that was the goal? Go out and pick up a one-night stand? Real smart. Are you just trying to get yourself hurt?” He’s shouting loud enough he fears the neighbors are going to hear.

  He’s unprepared for her to collapse into his arms. “At least I’d know I’m still alive. I feel like I’ve been going through the motions for months, I was starting to wonder.” Her crying is coming harder now, and Troy suspects she needs to cry it out. He holds her tight until her sobs have turned to quiet hiccups.

  Pulling back to look down into her eyes, Troy sees the sadness in his sister’s face. He reaches to swish away some tears with the pad of his thumb. “I’m sorry you’re having such a shitty birthday. I’m gonna stay for the weekend and you and I are going to start sorting this all out so we can get you back on track again. First things first. March back to your bedroom and take a hot shower. We have more to talk about tonight, and I’d rather not do it sitting next to someone who smells like stale cigarettes and beer.” At least that got the smallest of smiles.

  “I’d rather just go to bed and sleep it off. Maybe tomorrow I can pretend this whole night never happened.”

  Troy knows sleep is not what his sister really needs most to feel better. The kind of funk she seems to have fallen into needs a bit more of a hands-on approach to resolve. A strange calm hits Troy as the clarity of how his father would handle this situation becomes clear. He can almost hear Dad’s voice coaching him on how to best show his sister his unconditional love while helping to relieve her of the guilt she’s sure to feel when she sobers up and realizes just how careless she has been tonight.

  Troy drops a quick kiss on Traci’s forehead before cupping her chin, making sure he has her full attention. “Trace, I wish Dad were here to take care of things like when you were a little girl. He may not be here, but I am and we both know what needs to happen tonight.” Her reactions are sluggish, but he knows when the first inkling of what her brother is hinting at dawns on her. Her brown eyes grow wider as Troy continues on. “You drove drunk through deep snow on dangerous roads. You could have killed yourself or someone else. You invited a strange man into your home knowing he intended to spend the night. He could have been a rapist or a murderer, and even if he turned out to be an okay guy, I know you, Trace. You don’t do one-night stands. It’s just doesn’t seem like your style.”

  His words have a sobering effect on her. “Oh God. I’m such an idiot. I’m so sorry, Troy. I was just feeling sorry for myself is all. It’ll never happen again.”

  Troy hugs her close, her head resting just under his chin as he stands a head taller than his sister. He’s glad they can no longer see each other’s eyes. “I know it won’t, kiddo. And I know you really are sorry, but I just don’t think that’s enough tonight.” Troy takes a deep breath before continuing. “You need a head of your household (HoH) tonight, Trace. You’re off track. Dad’s not here. I know it’s kinda weird for both of us, but you’re important to me and I’d like to try to help you if I can. It’s your call, though.”

  Her breathing is short as if she is panicking. He can appreciate the position he’s put her in, but really, she put herself in this position with her poor choices. He waits patiently for her to process her choices and is somewhat surprised when she agrees with his offer. “You’re right, Troy. I hate it, but you’re right.”

  He’s not sure how to feel. A part of him had hoped she’d tell him to fuck off. Pulling out of their hug, he looks down into her troubled eyes and knows he would do anything to help his sister. “I want you to take a hot shower and then put on your pajamas, and come back out here to talk some more.” Troy takes a deep breath before barging ahead. “And I want you to bring your wooden hairbrush with you when you come back.”

  Her tears are back as she dampens the front of his button-down shirt. “Oh, no. Not the brush.” He can’t help but smile at her petulant whine. Troy notices she’s not saying no altogether. He suspects it’s because she knows as well as he does that her behavior tonight was completely unacceptable.

  She looks up at him, a strange emotion in her eyes. “I know I’ve never given you a spanking before, Trace, but you and I both know your behavior has been over the top. You wouldn’t sit for a week if Dad were here.”

  That pried a small smile from her before her eyes cloud over with tears again. “I know I deserve it, but please, Troy… not the brush.”

  “Yes, Trace. The brush. Go freshen up, and be back here within fifteen minutes. Don’t keep me waiting.” Troy’s confidence in his decision is solidifying her fate.

  He suspects she wants to change her mind, but to her credit, she answers with a quiet, “Yes, sir.”

  Chapter Two

  Hallie Boudreaux has only driven in snow a handful of times in her entire life, and never, not once, has she driven in the kind of blizzard she has the misfortune of finding herself in the middle of on this dark December night. Her hands are shaking as she works to keep the car on the road, although she’s not sure if it’s because the heater in the clunker she’s driving doesn’t work well, or because she’s scared shitless with the dangerous situation she’s managed to find herself smack-dab in the middle of.

  ‘Way to go, Hallie. Eddie is gonna get the last laugh if you manage to kill yourself driving off a cliff in a blizzard.’

  Hallie hates that she keeps letting her thoughts stray back to the man she’s running away from, not that he is going to chase her. She’s worried about a million things, but Eddie tracking her down is not one of them. He might miss her managerial skills now that she’s gone, but she’s under no delusions. She only left three days ago and he’s probably already replaced her with a new big-wig band manager assigned by his shiny new recording studio. The same studio that Hallie had contacted over a year ago and convinced to recognize the extraordinary talent of the cutting edge band with a growing fan base. The same fucking people who had promised they wanted the whole band, support staff and all.

  ‘Yeah, that lasted about thirty seconds.’

  The car fishtails as she rounds the inclined curve in the mountains of Colorado, jarring her to attention. For the tenth time in the last hour, she berates herself for not parking at the rest stop she passed on the turnpike before exiting to take this smaller back road. She was just so tired after traveling all the way from Oregon, stopping to nap in the car along the way. She doesn’t have enough cash to get a real motel with an actual bed. She’s had to use almost all her money to keep feeding the damn gas-guzzle
r junker she had the misfortune of borrowing. What little cash she had left had gone to feed her own caffeine addiction.

  Hallie lets her mind start running through the laundry list of problems she is facing. It’s not that the worrying makes her feel better, but the panic level produced does have a way of helping her stay awake. Other than being cold, hungry and broke, she hates that she has to add homeless to the top of her ‘reasons it sucks to be Hallie’ list. Not that she’s had a stable home to call her own in a really long time, but the last few years hadn’t been all that bad, at least not until the last few months when Eddie seemed to go off the deep end.

  Sure, being on the road and living out of cheap motels and the touring bus wasn’t exactly The Ritz, but when they weren’t touring, the tiny apartment she shared with Eddie had been nice enough. Only a few blocks from Santa Monica Beach in sunny California, she had enjoyed being so close to the ocean and had even learned how to surf passably well. She knows she won’t be doing much surfing in Corbin’s Bend.

  That’s the next worry on her list. Will her Aunt Gina and Uncle Adam even recognize her? And even if they do, Hallie is not stupid enough to think they’re going to be happy to see her. Not after basically dropping off the map for the last three years. Sure, they’d exchanged Christmas cards and the occasional email, but they had been pretty clear about their disappointment in her when she had decided to run away on tour with a no-name musician, choosing to live in sin. She never got around to explaining to them that running away with Eddie had actually been the least sinful option available to her at the time.

  She hasn’t seen her aunt and uncle since they’d come to Louisiana for her high school graduation. It may have only been just over five years ago, but the memories are so distant, it feels like a whole different person’s life. Hallie likes to compare her relatively short life to the way a heart doctor might read an EKG of a heart patient. Lots of very high highs followed by very low lows. Up and down, life seemed to go. Sad, but she’s learned to expect it. She knew the record deal a few months ago was one of her peaks and it would only be a matter of time before the next valley arrived. Tonight, driving through a blizzard in this crap car, unsure if she’s gonna make it to her aunt’s safely… well, this is one of the valleys. If it’s one thing she’s learned, she’ll survive, whatever happens. In fact, she’d just escaped one of the lowest valleys of her life. A pang of panic mixed with sadness at the memories of her last day with Eddie has her vision blurring.