by Holly Jacobs
It never did.
Briar Hill Road had once been a true country road. More houses had been built between their home and Hayden’s mother’s over the years. The quarter mile down the street wasn’t that far by county standards, but it was miles away as far as Mrs. MacNulty was concerned. She hadn’t really been a part of Hayden’s life in a long time. Sometimes he wondered if she ever had been at all.
“Yes, we’ll see.” His mom leaned over and gave him another quick hug. “Have I mentioned how glad I am you’re home?”
“I don’t think so. But Hayden did. And speaking of Hayden, if I don’t hit the shower soon, she’s likely to march down here and throw me in.”
“Before you go, can I say something?”
“Anything. Anytime.”
“I hate to meddle, but this once, I need to. I want you to remember that Hayden’s not a little girl anymore. Although, I’m not sure if she ever had a true childhood. Sometimes life forces people to mature too fast, too soon.”
He must have looked as confused as he felt over her cryptic warning, because his mom continued, “Hayden’s a woman, with a woman’s feelings. And she loves you. Always has.”
“Like a brother.”
His mom just tilted her head to one side and stared at him. Waiting in that quiet way of hers for him to think things through.
And when he did he unthought it immediately. “No, no way.”
“She’s dated, but she’s never lit up about any of the boys the way she lights up when you call. Every comment you make, every small gesture, she holds on to and treasures. She loves you.” His mom smiled. “Maybe I’m wrong. But in case I’m not, be careful. You two haven’t spent much time together in the last few years. I don’t want her to be hurt. She’s already lived through more heartache at eighteen than most do in a lifetime.”
“I’ll be careful, but I think you’re wrong. She’s a kid. A pain in the butt, climbing broken ladders and generally making me crazy.”
At that moment, Hayden called, “Brian, if you don’t get up here…” from the top of the stairs, leaving an unspoken threat hanging.
“I’m on my way.” He kissed his mom’s cheek. “I’ll be careful.”
“That’s all I ask.”
“Our true home isn’t just a place, it’s a feeling. It’s knowing that this is where you belong. That these are the people you belong to. That the door will always be open to you.”
Hayden had searched the rows of students and their families when she reached the podium. She felt nervous until she found Brian and Kathleen, then she calmed down.
They were sitting just behind the rows of seniors, watching her, practically radiating their pride. She’d written her valedictorian speech more for them than for her senior class. She needed them to know, wanted the world to know, how much they meant to her. But saying so in the normal course of things was too hard. This speech was her opportunity.
“Sometimes you’re born into your family, into your home. But if you’re not that lucky, you have to search. I didn’t even know I was looking for mine until I knocked on their door when I was eight and they let me in. I never left after that, even if I spent a few more years sleeping at a different house. I’d found them and they were mine, I was theirs. Now, it’s time for us all to leave home, to leave our families and our friends here at school behind. We’re about to venture out into the world and spread our wings. There’s so much waiting for us to discover—new ideas, new friends, new challenges.”
The door at the back of the auditorium flew open and Hayden’s heart sank when she saw who walked in. She wasn’t sure why she’d walked down Briar Hill Road to that ramshackle house that had never been home. She wasn’t sure why she’d felt the need to tell the woman who’d never really been her mother about the graduation and leave her a ticket. She’d felt it was the right thing to do at the time….
Hayden tried to find her place in the speech and ignore her mother, ignore the fact that she hadn’t even bothered to brush her black hair that had about three inches of light brown roots peppered with gray streaks showing.
“But thanks to our years here at CV High, we’re prepared for whatever is waiting around this next bend. And we know that even as we leave this school, leave our houses, we’ll never really leave home. We’ll take those we love with us—”
“That’s her,” her mother cried. She was swaying as if she were on a boat and the waves were high. The left shoulder of her skimpy top slid down, revealing a stick-thin arm and a boney shoulder. “That’s my girl.” She waved a finger toward Hayden. “She ain’t talking about me, though. Why, I don’t even know—”
And no one would ever know because suddenly Brian was there at her mother’s side, leading her out of the auditorium.
“But that’s my daughter,” her mother yelled as he hurried her through the door.
“Uh, thanks to our years at CV High we’re prepared…” Hayden went on, finishing her speech, but the words which had sounded so right and rare only an hour before when she’d read through them one last time now rang hollow.
She might be valedictorian, might be heading off to college on an academic scholarship, might have shaken the dirt of her mother’s house off her feet, but inside she was still Cootie MacNulty, the same girl who’d watched her parents crawl into a bottle. She’d hoped her mother would crawl out of it, if only for this one night. Her mom had sworn she would.
Though Hayden shouldn’t have been surprised that her mother didn’t keep that promise. Her mother had never kept any of them. But like a fool, Hayden couldn’t let go, hoping that this time her mother would change.
Kathleen always said that it was only right to give her mother another chance. But tonight was the final straw. Hayden was done trying.
What Kathleen didn’t realize—couldn’t see because her great big heart obscured her view—was that some people would never change because they didn’t really want to.
Her mother had always chosen liquor over Hayden.
“I wish you all a safe journey as you set out on this new adventure. But remember, you always have a home to come back to.”
She found Brian, who’d slipped into his seat again, and Kathleen. Hayden knew that those words were so true. Her parents weren’t what she’d have wished for, but she’d found her real family that Halloween so long ago. As long as she had them, she’d always be home.
A week later, Hayden pulled into the driveway and got out of her ancient Pinto with a small paper bag in her hand. She never quite knew how to express her feelings to Brian. She wanted so desperately to thank him for getting her mother out of the school last week, wanted to tell him so many deeper, more important things, but she couldn’t find the words. Her simple, “Thanks,” after the ceremony last week, followed by his quick nod, was as close to the subject as they’d come.
So she brought him milkshakes.
It was lame. She knew it was, but she couldn’t stop herself. It was the best she could do.
She was putting in forty hours a week at Sears, then working as many hours as she could at the ice cream store, saving for college. The academic scholarship covered tuition and the cost of most of her classes, but she still had living expenses to pay for.
Kathleen had generously offered to help her with this, but Hayden was bound and determined to do it on her own. Kathleen had already given her so much and she couldn’t take any more.
“Oh, Hay-den,” Brian called in a sing-songy voice from the porch. His hands were hidden behind his back. He looked very happy with himself, suspiciously so.
“Brian Conway, what are you up to?”
“I’ve been waiting for you. Remember last night?”
“Oh, come on, it was a joke. A harmless joke.”
He shook his head, smiling. “You cheated at Monopoly. You always cheat.”
“It was a loan.”
Slowly, he brought his hands forward. A bright red balloon sat solidly in his right one.
Not just any balloon
. She could tell by the particular way it rolled on his palm that it was a water balloon. A water balloon that had been filled to its capacity. Brian had always been a pro at filling balloons until they almost reached their breaking point so that his always popped upon impact.
And Hayden knew just where he wanted to impact this one.
“Do you recall years ago when you were the one with the balloon and I promised I’d bide my time and get my revenge?”
Hayden couldn’t believe he remembered her water-balloon assault four years earlier. “Bri, if you do it…”
“If I do, you’ll what?” He tossed the water balloon from one hand to the other. Back and forth, back and forth, wearing that grin she knew so well.
“If you do, I’ll tell Kathleen.”
He just laughed.
“Fine.” She stood, holding the paper bag in front of her, not that it would provide much protection. “Do your worst, but do it quick, I have a date. And be forewarned. I’ll get even. Very, very even. Plus, you’ll ruin this lovely chocolate shake I brought you from work.”
He walked toward her and she got ready to be whacked, but he was almost up to her and the balloon still sat quietly in his hand.
“Who’s the lucky fellow?” He took the bag and pulled out the shake.
“Tad. I know,” she said before he could start teasing her. “His name sounds like he should be in a Gidget movie. But, despite that, he’s a nice guy. More of a friend than anything, really. We’re going to see a movie. You can come if you want.”
“Thanks, but no.” He took a long sip of his milkshake. “You do make a mean chocolate shake, kid. Thanks. You’d better go get ready.”
She started toward the house, and hadn’t even made the porch when he called, “Hey, Hayden?”
She turned.
Splat. The water balloon hit her chest dead center.
“You…” She didn’t bother searching for the appropriate word, she immediately kicked off her shoes and took off across the lawn. He’d started to run, but he was no match for her speed. She’d lettered in track at school, even gone to States.
She knocked against him, sending them both sprawling on the lawn. He managed to hang on to his shake.
“Say uncle,” she cried.
She might be faster than he was, but he had sheer bulk on his side. He set his shake down and flipped her with far more ease than he had in the past. “No, you say uncle.”
“Never.” And then—Hayden was never quite sure how it happened, but she was pretty sure she made the initial move—she was kissing him. Not like a friend. But kissing him as if she meant it. Hoping her touch told him without words all the things she felt and couldn’t voice.
For a moment, a brief moment, she was more to him than a kid. She was pretty sure he was kissing her back. But she couldn’t be positive because the next moment, he was standing and she was still damp on the grass looking up at him.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Not I’ve been waiting for you to grow up enough to do that.
Not Wow.
Not Let’s do that again.
Just I’m sorry.
“For what? For getting me wet?” She smiled, as if nothing had happened. She was good at that, at pretending there was nothing wrong.
For as long as she could remember she’d loved Brian Conway. For years, it had been like a little girl who loved her hero. A devoted, puppy dog sort of love.
But when he’d come home last Christmas, there was suddenly more. She loved him in a totally new and unexpected way. She wasn’t sure why or how. Maybe it was when they’d gone to the movie, and he’d slipped his arm over the back of her chair. It had almost felt as if he’d been holding her, and she’d realized how much she wished he had been. She’d just known she loved him and had hoped someday he’d realize he loved her, too.
And now she’d ruined it all by making an ass of herself.
Well, she wasn’t going to let her slip of the lips change things between them. He might not feel the same way about her that she did for him, but they’d always been close. She wouldn’t let their kiss change that.
“Hayden,” he started in that we-should-talk-about-this sort of tone she had no problem recognizing.
But she didn’t want to talk. And in fourteen days, he was heading to his new job, his new life, in California. She could not talk about what had happened for that long, she was sure. She was even more positive she could avoid letting him know how she really felt about him.
She glanced at her watch, then looked right at him and forced a smile. “Hey, I’ve got to run now. Tad will be here soon and I’m soaked.”
She sprinted toward the door, then turned around and called, “Don’t forget your milkshake.”
She ran in the house, up the stairs and locked herself in the bathroom, knowing that something big had, indeed, happened.
She’d crushed her schoolgirl fantasies with one kiss.
That was probably a good thing, she assured herself. He was leaving to begin his career, and she was leaving for college.
It was time she grew up.
It was time to set aside the girl she had once been. It was time to become the woman she wanted to be. Strong. Independent. Capable.
She wanted to be a woman like Kathleen. A woman who could make her own way in the world.
When Kathleen’s husband had left her, she’d moved to Briar Hill Road and started a life for herself on her own terms.
Hayden had made a good start. Because she’d worked hard through high school, she had her scholarship to Temple in Philadelphia. She’d been working like a maniac to save enough money to pay whatever costs were left over. It was a good start.
Yes, she’d get over this crush on Brian Conway in no time. She was ready to stand on her own two feet.
Chapter 3
The transport van no longer hit potholes, not because the driver’s abilities had improved, but because they’d come to a standstill in the rush-hour traffic.
Hayden broke the silence. “Kathleen, do you remember that summer I was fifteen and tried to dye my own hair?”
“I don’t remember your hair being anything but brown,” Brian said.
“It was purple.” Hayden cringed. “I thought it would look cool, but I ended up looking like that girl in Willy Wonka who’d tried his gum, which turned her into a big grape, or blueberry, or whatever it was.”
“That bad?” Brian asked.
“Worse,” Kathleen and Hayden said in unison.
“You didn’t laugh or yell, Kathleen. You jumped on the phone and got us into that ritzy salon.”
“Dorian’s Day Spa.”
“That was the day I learned to appreciate being a girl and getting pampered.” She turned to Brian. “While we waited for their treatments to turn my hair a more normal color, your mom arranged for us to have pedicures and manicures.”
Kathleen laughed and looked at Brian. “She got her fingernails painted purple, saying if they couldn’t get the dye out of her hair, at least she’d coordinate. And if they did make her hair brown again, her purple nails would be a reminder to leave the hair dyes to the professionals.”
Brian studied Hayden, as if trying to imagine her with purple hair. She knew the minute he managed it, because he grimaced.
“The salon must have done the job right, because I don’t remember any pictures of you with purple hair.”
“There was a faint violet color left, but it was actually attractive,” Kathleen said.
“We had monthly spa days after that. Your mom said it was so we could bond, but I think she just wanted to be sure I didn’t try to dye my own hair again.”
Kathleen grinned. “You liked going to the salon, unlike Brian, who used to act like every trip to the barbershop was torture.”
“It was. Barbers and baths are the horror of every young boy.” He paused a moment, and added, “Thankfully, we get over the bathing phobia about the same time we discover girls, but haircuts are still a waste of time.
And I never did understand men who not only styled their hair, but used product in it. That’s not natural.”
Hayden laughed. “Oh, come on.”
“Well, let’s just say I was glad Mom had you to drag to that kind of stuff because I can assure you, Mom, as much as I love you, real men don’t do pedicures.”
The driver interrupted their laughter. “This is going to take a while longer.”
Kathleen startled at the sound of his voice, and her quick movement sent a flicker of pain flashing across her face.
“Kathleen, can I do something?” Hayden rose.
She shooed Hayden back into her seat. “I’m fine. I missed those monthly trips when you went away to college. No more spending our Saturday mornings cleaning, so we could spend the afternoon at the mall guilt free.”
“No more chick-flick Fridays,” Hayden said. “With Tommy’s pizza and pepperoni balls. You can’t get pepperoni balls in Philadelphia. And they call Italian Ice, Water Ice. I always thought that was redundant.”
Hayden’s first year of college, across the state at Temple University in Philadelphia, was an adjustment. Her homesickness had almost made her decide to transfer to something closer. But then she’d hit her stride her sophomore year and remembered the last three years of college as a freeing time. “College was so different. Suddenly I wasn’t the MacNulty girl. I wasn’t the girl the Conways took in. I was simply Hayden MacNulty.”
She’d left the baggage that was her heritage behind her in Pittsburgh. In Philadelphia, Hayden finally found herself.
She thought she’d gotten over the past, that she’d put Cootie behind her. That she’d outgrown her childhood crush on Brian. But some things you just can’t forget.
There was one night in particular…
May 1989
“Brian,” Hayden called, waving her hands wildly as he parallel parked his car into the small space on the street in front of her apartment.
It was May, but already hot in Philadelphia. The semester was winding down, but Temple University’s Philadelphia campus was still filled with the hustle and bustle of its students, many of whom were watching Hayden perform her absurd dance, waving, jumping up and down as Brian turned off the ignition to the car.
