Addicted

by Claire Adams

  I laughed, unable to help myself. "It was that."

  "I'm glad you told him that he hadn't been a dad since Mom died. He has been to me, but I think you remind him so much of Mom that he struggles with just being around you." My brother shrugged. "It's stupid, I know, but I think that's part of it."

  "You would think that would make him love me more, not less." I turned on the radio, not wanting to dive into the reasons why my father was such a jerk to me most days. "New subject."

  "Right. What are you getting Finn for Christmas?"

  "I got him some cologne, but I can't figure out what else he might like." I looked over at my brother. "What would want if you were him?"

  He looked at me and rolled his eyes. "You. Duh."

  "He's got me."

  "Does he?"

  "Stop analyzing things. You're sixteen. Fart in the car and blame it on me, but don't grow up. I need some immaturity in my life. That has to be you."

  "It will always be me." He reached over and tugged at my hair. "Be careful on the side roads if we have to get on any. I was watching the weather this morning and it's nasty."

  "We do, so just help me watch out for things?"

  "Of course."

  We rode in silence the rest of the way out to Finn's, which was a gift in itself. Finn's truck wasn't out in the yard, which was surprising. I knew he worked on Sunday afternoons, but I would have thought Clark would have let the guys off to rest or go to church.

  "Where's his truck?" Parker sat up and looked around.

  "No clue. Wait here and let me make sure he's not inside."

  "Yeah. Sure. You got a key?" He lifted his eyebrow at me.

  "Yeah. We're dating...I think."

  "I'd say so."

  I got out of the jeep without responding. Of all of the people in the world, my little brother was not going to become my make-shift girlfriend. With Jessie out of my life, I'd have to make some new friends, but they'd be girls and they would not be related to me.

  After finally getting the key in the lock, I walked into the house to find it just as I'd left it. Not a dish out or a pillow moved. I check Finn's bedroom and stopped in my tracks. The bed wasn't even touched.

  "Did you not come home at all?" I flipped on the lights and looked around as though there were something that might give me a clue to where the hell he was.

  Maybe he stayed at his dad's.

  Surely, he wouldn't have stayed with some random girl in town just because my dad kicked him in the proverbial nuts. No. I wouldn't even let those thoughts occupy my time. He was mine, and I was his. This wasn't about infidelity, but about him needing to work through all the shit Dad slung at him. I only wished he would have let me help him. For each negative Dad was sure to have hit him with, I could have pulled out ten positives.

  After locking up, I jogged back to the jeep and got in.

  "No luck?"

  "No. He wasn't there last night for sure." I sunk back against the seat and growled. "Now what?"

  "Have you tried texting him?"

  "Yes, pointer of the obvious. Of course, I have."

  "Okay, shit. Put your teeth back in your head."

  I turned to him and bit at the air for good measure as he laughed.

  "Do you think it would be too much if we went by the shop where he works? His dad owns it, so he would know where Finn was, I'm sure."

  "I think that's fine. We're just concerned friends. They shouldn't get upset about that, and anyway, the worse he can do is send us packing."

  "True." I turned the radio to a new channel, stopping on the local one to hear the weather.

  "Local news update... Bear Creek Lodge will closed down until further investigations are completed regarding the tragic accident of a twenty-seven-year-old local male. He's still in critical condition at St. Marks and the town is joining his family in praying for him to make a full recovery. This should serve as a warning that as the city council always advises, no ski..."

  Parker reached up and turned the radio down. "How old is Finn?"

  "I don't know." I glanced toward my brother. "You don't think that was him, do you?"

  "How the hell don't you know how old he is? You guys are dating, right?"

  "Yes, but I haven't gotten around to having him fill out the full survey." I rolled my eyes at him. "I'm sure he's fine. We're just over reacting."

  "No, you're under-reacting. We were just at Bear Creek, and if Finn was upset, where else would he go?"

  "Stop." I turned down the road to his father's shop as tears burned my eyes. "You're scaring me."

  "Well, I'm scared, too." Parker's voice rose, and I reminded myself that he was just a kid. Anything tragic was scary, but nothing tragic had happened. Finn was probably at the shop, working himself into a hole so that he didn't have to think about my father's attack.

  I pulled up and turned to my brother. "You want to go in with me?"

  "No. Just go find out what the hell's going on and let's find Finn."

  I nodded and got out of the car, pulling my jacket in tighter, and jogging toward the open door. The place was empty, which I would have expected for a Sunday morning, but the two cars out front led me to believe someone was somewhere in the building.

  "Hello?"

  "I'm back here. I'm coming."

  "Milly?" I called out and jogged toward the sound of her voice. I met her in the middle of a short hallway and by the look on her face, I knew the accident was Finn. "Where's Finn?"

  "Oh, honey, he got in an accident on the slopes yesterday. Did Clark not call you?" She moved toward me as dizziness washed over me.

  "What kind of accident? Is he okay? Where is he?"

  "He's at St. Marks in a coma. He's going to be there for a few days and then they'll try to bring him out of it."

  "In a coma?" I choked on a sob that rose sharply inside of me. "Oh my God."

  "I know, sweetheart. It's pretty bad, but they're hopeful that if they let him rest, his body will repair the damage to his brain."

  "I need to get up there. Where is he again?"

  "I'll drive you. No need to have you in the bed next to him."

  "My brother is with me." I reached for her, and she pulled me into a warm hug as I started to cry.

  Fear crashed in around me at the thought of losing Finn before I really got him. Things had moved so quickly between the two of us, but I wasn't planning on slowing them down. I wanted to push full speed ahead to see what the future had in store for us. I was a risk taker, and he was one person I was willing to bet the whole lot on.

  "I'll take you both. Dry your eyes, sweet girl. It's all going to be okay."

  I pulled myself together and turned, walking quickly back out to the jeep to get Parker out. He took one look at my face and got out of the car, walking around and pulling me into a hug.

  "Is he okay?"

  "I don't know. He's in a coma right now." I squeezed him and walked to Milly's truck, getting in and scooting over to make room for him to hop in, too.

  They introduced themselves as I sunk into my thoughts, not capable of talking without crying. I had to force myself to think about various designs to keep my mind off of the feel of Finn's hands all over me and his sweet lips hovering above mine.

  I thought I might explode by the time we made it to the hospital, but I'd pulled myself together. We piled out of the truck and walked into the ICU together. I worked hard not to jog toward the room number Milly called out to me. Stopping in front of the door, I turned to my brother, who had stopped and was staring into space wide-eyed.

  "I don't want to go in. I'll stay here." He crossed his arms over his chest.

  "Call Dad and tell him to come get you. Tell him what happened. Okay?"

  "Yeah. I'll do that." He pulled his phone out, and I glanced toward Milly.

  "I'll stay with him. Go on in there. Clark's in there. He'd love to see you, I'm sure."

  Right. After Finn's accident really boils down to being my fault, or Dad's, really.
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br />   Taking a deep breath, I knocked and pushed the door open.

  Clark stood and gave me a sad smile. "Chloe. I'm glad you're here. I didn't have your number or..."

  I lifted my hand to stop him. "It's okay. Really."

  "He's doing better. Thank God." Clark moved to one side of the bed, and I move to the other, my breath catching in my chest.

  "What was he thinking?" I bent down and brushed my lips by his ear. His beautiful face was covered in black and blue bruises. There were tubes and wires everywhere. I held in the scream that pressed against my lugs as I wept as quietly as I could.

  "They think he can hear us," Clark whispered through his own tears.

  I nodded and kissed the side of Finn's face several times before whispering in his ear. "You better come back to me. You're not a boy anymore, Finn Warner. You're a grown-ass man. My grown-ass man. Please don't leave me here without you."

  Clark turned and walked to the window as a deep sound of grief left him.

  I kissed Finn's face once more and pressed my cheek to his forehead. "Please, wake up. Please."

  Chapter 26

  Finn

  A strong hand held mine as I came to from the long sleep I'd been in. It took me a minute to get my eyes to open, but I wasn't in a hurry. The last thing I remembered was not being able to see anything, so the blurry colors that danced before my eyes were a blessed relief.

  "Finn?" My father's voice caught my attention, and I languidly turned to find him as my vision cleared a little more. I was almost too scared to try and speak, but I knew it was foolish. Fear had never been something to bind me before. It wasn't happening now, either.

  "Dad?" I groaned, my head hurting far worse than it had in the past.

  "Thank God." He leaned over me and pressed his cheek to my forehead, which was beyond awkward, and yet not. He was my dad, and I'd most likely given him the scare of his life.

  "What happened?" I licked at my lips and tried to move around, finding out what worked and what didn't.

  "You were in an accident over at the new hill that opened up. You took a pretty bad fall."

  "Anything broken or missing?" I couldn't help but look around the room slowly, half hoping to find Chloe. Maybe no one had told her that I was hurt, or worse, maybe they did and she wasn't interested in coming to see me. I deserved that shit completely. Ignoring her because of her father's actions? Stupid.

  "Broken foot, but it will set, thanks to your cast." He moved back and rubbed my chest rhythmically like he did when I was a kid and had a bad dream. "You had a concussion that they figured would fix itself if they put you in a medically induced coma. You’ve been out for three days."

  "Damn," I mumbled and closed my eyes, arching my back just to make sure nothing hurt.

  "Seems to have worked. You're talking. You can see me, right?" He leaned over, and I reached up pushing at his chest.

  "Yes, and I can smell the ten cups of coffee you had this morning." A smile lifted my lips, and I looked around again. "I need some water."

  He moved from the bed and poured me a glass before pressing the button that lifted me to a reclined seating position. "Let me go tell the nurse you're awake. They'll want to bring the doctor in."

  "Yeah. Where's my phone?"

  "It's in my truck. You want me to go get it?" He stopped by the door.

  "No. Just wanted to check in with Brian. I'm sure he was worried."

  "He's been by every day." Dad winked and walked out, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

  "What about Chloe? Has she even called? Does she know? Does she care?" I mumbled and reached up to rub my hand down my stomach as it growled loudly.

  The door opened, and my father came back in. "Alright. He's on his way."

  "Dad. What happened with you and Mr. Burke?"

  Dad gave me a sad smile, but moved up next to me and sat down on the bed. "We were best friends as kids. We grew up together, spent every holiday together, hell, shared the horror story of losing our virginity the next morning with each other when it happened."

  My heart ached in my chest just hearing how this nightmare started.

  "In college we fell in love with the same girl. Your mom."

  I lifted my hand to my face and closed my eye. "I knew it was something fucked up like that."

  "Yeah. We started dating and Jon was so pissed because he'd told me that he had feelings for her. It was my fault. I wanted her over him, and it ruined everything."

  "I knew he was bitter the other day when he got in my face, but I honestly thought it was him that was the bastard in the story."

  "Oh, he got me back. He got her drunk one night and I came to her dorm room to find them making love." My father closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. "I deserved it, but I beat his ass that night until he couldn't walk. We haven't spoken since. It's been thirty-two years and not a word."

  "Damn," I mumbled and dropped my hands back on the bed. "Do you miss him?"

  "Every day." He stood up and stretched. "Jon and I should have fixed this thing between us a long time ago. He's lost his wife, and I've lost mine. Whatever hate that built up between us is so past over that we're just spiteful to have someone to hate, I guess. I'll go talk to him."

  "I think that would be smart." I turned and let out a slow breath. "I'm in love with Chloe. I don't know if she feels anything I do, but I need you to know that I have to work this stuff out with her dad. I can't not try to fix it."

  "I know you do, son. She's been here every minute of every day and night since you got hurt." He smiled, and reached for my hand, squeezing it hard.

  I closed my eyes and took a shaky breath, trying to hold back tears that I wasn't supposed to have. "I was scared she didn't come."

  "Are you kidding? I forced her to go home and take a shower about an hour ago."

  "You forced her?" I opened my eyes, and smirked at him.

  "Yeah, you need to learn how to make a woman do what you want them to do."

  "Teach me, oh wise one." I chuckled, and groaned as pain shot down the back of my head.

  "Take it easy, okay?" He moved to sit in the chair beside the bed. "I told her she stunk. Like really bad."

  "Dad. Shit."

  "Right?" He laughed and slapped his knee. "She didn't, of course, but she high-tailed it out of here fast."

  A knock at the door had my attention shifting. I expected the doctor, but it was my beautiful California girl, instead.

  "Do I hear two voices in here?" She stuck her head in the door and let out a soft cry before moving up beside me quickly.

  I reached for her, and pulled her down with my free arm, kissing her hard and holding her as close to me as I could manage.

  "Don't you ever do that shit again! Do you hear me?" She pressed her forehead to mine as tears filled her beautiful eyes.

  "Never, baby. I promise."

  My father huffed, and Chloe moved back, sitting down beside me and taking my hand into hers.

  "All you gotta do is bring a beautiful woman around, and this boy will do anything." He stood, and picked up his jacket. "I'll be back after a while. I know you guys need some time together."

  "Thanks, Dad." I scooted over in the bed and patted the empty space beside me. "Get up here."

  "You sure?" She glanced around, but started to work on getting her boots off. "Fuck, you scared me to death, Finn."

  "Did I?" I wrapped my arms around her as she snuggled against my chest.

  "Yes. I thought I was going to die if something happened to you." She glanced up at me before lifting up and kissing me softly a few more times.

  "Don't do that. I've got long-term plans for you." I brushed her hair off her shoulders and glanced down at the covers below my waist. "Put a pillow over that. I don't want the doctor thinking a bone's protruding from my stomach."

  She chuckled, and slid her hand down my erection before leaning in and kissing me again. I groaned against her warm mouth, my headache dissipating fast.

  Someone clearing
their throat behind her caused us both to jump. She got off the bed, and ran her hands down the front of her shirt as the doctor laughed and moved up to the other side of me.

  "Well, good to see certain parts of your anatomy are working." He pulled out my chart as heat rose up my chest and coated my cheeks.

  "The important parts, or so my girl thinks." I glanced over at Chloe as her mouth dropped open.

  "I do not."

  "You don't?" I tilted my head to the side, somewhat saddened by her not sticking up for the important parts of me working.

  "I mean I do, but..."

  The doctor turned and smiled at her. "He's just messing with you. It's the concussion."

  "Yeah. What he said." I laughed and turned my attention back to the doctor. "When can I get out of here?"

  "Friday morning." He put the chart down and moved closer to me.

  "What day is it now?"

  "It's Wednesday." His fingers moved along my neck and around to the base of my skull. "This hurt?"

  "No. It tickles." I turned my head a little so that I could see Chloe better. Her white wool dress fit her nicely, the belt in the middle accentuating her small waist and drawing my eyes to her breasts. I wanted to kick the doctor out and bring her back into the bed with me. My body might not be ready for another wild night, but my mind was – as were the important parts.

  "You want me to come back later?" she asked and moved to the door.

  "No. Fuck, no. Stay right there. He's almost done." I glanced over at the doctor and gave him a look.

  "Yeah, I'm done. You look great." He patted my chest. "You're a lucky man. No snowboarding for six to eight weeks and promise that you'll never go up there after a fresh snow again. It's dangerous. You're proof of that for all of us."

  I nodded. "Lesson learned. I promise."

  He left, and I motioned for Chloe to come back.

  "You need to rest," she whispered and crawled back up into my arms.

  I slid my hand down her back and cupped her butt as I pressed my lips just under her ear. "I don't wanna rest."

  "Well, you're going to." She kissed me softly all around my face, and moved to tuck her head under my chin as she relaxed against me. "Don't ever scare me like this again."