Love's Suicide Part 3

Instead of saying it, I pulled away from him. "I'm not saying anything."

I got up and started walking out of the room, when he said, "Yeah, that's what I figured."

I didn't go back downstairs to hang out with Branch. After shutting my bedroom door, I fell onto my bed and cried harder than I had the day before. Brooks was breaking my heart, and I couldn't tell anyone about it, because I'd lose Branch, whom I equally loved. How I'd let myself fall for two brothers was beyond me.

I knew I had to let Brooks go if I wanted to have a future with Branch. After all, I couldn't have both of them, and I knew it.

Chapter 4.

June 2007 "Congratulations you three. How about you all stand together for a picture?" Danica was making us take a million pictures after the ceremony had ended. Thankfully it was a sunny day outside and the weather wasn't too hot.

We'd all managed to graduate from our little private school and the big world was out there waiting for us.

As for me and Branch, we'd be attending school at Salisbury State University in Maryland. It was about two hours from home, but close enough to visit when we wanted to.

Brooks was another story altogether. He was ordered to report for boot camp two days after graduation.

Danica and Walt had flown in both sets of their parents and invited everyone over for a joint graduation-going away party. It was nice for them to see their grandparents since they all lived in Florida. Every year we visited for vacation, but I knew they wanted to be a part of the twins becoming adults.

I was grateful to already be included in the family that I would one day call my in-laws. I'd never have to worry about meeting them or have them end up hating me. They'd known me since birth and loved me as if I was their daughter for all that time.

The grandparents were the same. They all gave me gifts for my birthday and holidays and never treated me like I didn't belong. For graduation one set of them gave each of us five hundred bucks. Branch and I would use ours toward expenses while attending school. We knew we'd have to get jobs, but that would only get us started without having to depend on his parents.

The morning of the party, Brooks stayed in his room. I'd helped Danica decorate and make breakfast for all of our guests. When he didn't come down to eat, I took a plate up to his room. I knocked three times before opening the door and finding him lying on his back, s.h.i.+rtless. "Hey, I brought you food."

He sat up. "Thanks. I wasn't that hungry."

I sat it to the side and plopped down next to him. He smiled, but didn't say anything as he moved a piece of my hair away from my face. "I like when you don't hide your face."

I blushed and smiled, finally bringing myself to look over at him. "I'm going to miss you, Brooks. Promise you'll visit?"

He smiled and kept staring at me. "Yeah. I'll come see you."

The room got quiet and I was uncomfortable sitting there with him not having a s.h.i.+rt on. "I better get back downstairs."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me back onto the bed. My body fell against his and our faces were super close. Brooks brought his hand up and brushed it across my cheek. "Don't slap me, Kat. Please, just let me have a few seconds of this." He kept his eyes open and pressed his soft lips against mine. I should have pulled away, knowing what we were doing was wrong in so many ways, but it was impossible. I couldn't deny myself a private goodbye.

When I didn't move away, our one kiss intensified. Soon our tongues were mingling together and his hands were running up the sides of my s.h.i.+rt. I could feel myself burning for more and reacted as quickly as I could.

I finally pulled away and put my hand over my mouth after standing up frantically. "I'm sorry. I need to go back downstairs." I felt horrible, imagining how hurt Branch would be if he'd seen us. Then again, I couldn't help but feel a pull toward Brooks. As much as I wanted to feel guilty, I just couldn't.

He didn't move, but kept his gaze focused on me, as if he were trying to read what I was thinking. A half-smile formed in one corner of his mouth. "Does he know you're in love with me?"

It was that very moment when I knew if I lied I'd drive him out of my life forever. I didn't want Brooks to go away thinking he was wrong. I wanted him to know that I'd always have a special place in my heart for him, because as wrong as it was, it was also true. "Please don't do this, Brooks."

He smiled and scratched his head, possibly to consider calling me a coward. "Kat, have you asked yourself how long you're going to go on with my brother before you realize you picked the wrong guy?"

I put my hands on my hips. "Don't go there. You know I love Branch."

He got up on his knees, separating the distance between us. "When I'm on that bus tomorrow and you're done waving goodbye to me, I want you to do me one favor."

"What?"

"I want you to think about being without Branch for a few months. Then switch it around and think about being without me. When you have your answer, you'll know why I had to leave."

I was so confused. "That makes no sense. You already know I'll miss you."

He started laughing and fell down on his back. "Kat, this ain't even about missing me. This is about you living with a lie. It's about my brother getting everything he wants, and never considering that you were never his to have."

My heart was beating a hundred miles per hour, and I wasn't sure if I should jump back in bed with Brooks and profess my love, or punch him for a.s.suming I'd made a serious mistake.

"Please stop."

"Stop what? Stop feeling sorry for myself because I wasn't man enough to fight for what I wanted?" Out of all the times that he could have come to me with this, he was picking when he was about to leave.

I paced around the room and threw my hands in the air. "What are you talking about?"

Just then the door opened. Branch was standing there smiling. "Hey, I was wondering where you two were. Mom needs us to get the grill going. Dad had to run out for the cake."

Brooks stood up and pulled a s.h.i.+rt over his head. He said nothing to me as he walked out with Branch. All I could think about was him kissing me and the way it felt. I'd kissed Branch a million times and never felt that kind of desperate connection.

While they were gone, I laid on Brooks' bed trying to calm myself down. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his art book. We had to have one our whole senior year and do all of our a.s.signments for that cla.s.s in it.

I was just being curious, not really prying when I opened it to the first page. What stared back at me was something I would have never thought I would see.

He'd gotten everything perfect, from my blue eyes to the highlights in my brown hair. My fingernails and even the color of my skin was so precise that I could have been looking in the mirror.

Under the picture it was t.i.tled, "My Kat". I closed the book and tossed it when I heard someone approaching the door. I hadn't realized that I'd been staring at it long enough for the guys to be done helping out.

Brooks walked into the room and was shocked to find me still inside. He closed the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest.

I stood up and walked toward him, until our faces were almost touching. "How long have you been in love with me, Brooks?"

He smiled, but didn't drop his arms from his chest. "That question isn't going to get answered."

When he started to walk to the side, I grabbed him. There was no way I was going to be able to let him go without knowing the truth. "I would have picked you, and you know it. So I need an answer. How long?"

He turned to look at me, and his eyes were full of tears. I felt him touching me on my cheek again and tilted my head as an automatic reaction. "I've loved you for as long as I could remember."

My lips were trembling again as I started to cry for a different reason. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It doesn't matter anymore. You're going to be happy with Branch. He loves you. I'll be out of the picture and it will get easier. The distance between us will help."

I shook my head, unwilling to accept that he was leaving to make things better.

He leaned in and kissed me one more time on the forehead. "Just remember that you were my first."

I tried to smile. "I'll never forget our first kiss, Brooks."

He moved out of the way and I knew I had to get out of there. I put my hand on the doork.n.o.b when he said something that shocked me. "I wasn't just talking about a kiss, Kat."

I turned around and looked at him, wondering what he meant. "Huh?"

"September 11th, for the past two years. I'm surprised you didn't know, being as I've always been there for you on that day, because unlike my brother, I never could sleep that night knowing you were so upset."

I thought back to that night last year and how I'd been so sad and gone to bed. I remembered Branch coming into the room and me asking him to sleep with me. I remembered thanking Branch the next morning and him responding like he hadn't done that much for me.

Oh my G.o.d! It wasn't Branch.

Then I looked up at Brooks as chills overwhelmed my whole body. "You...oh G.o.d. You."

I put my hand over my mouth. Brooks walked up close to me, so that n.o.body could hear. "I waited until the perfect moment to have you for myself. You had to be my first Kat, and I knew it was the only way it could happen."

I didn't know what to say or do. He hadn't raped me. I wondered if I had known would I have told him to stop.

The answer was no.

I would have let it happen, because somewhere inside of me I always knew I was supposed to be with him.

I ran out of his room and into mine, where I locked the door and prayed Branch wouldn't come looking for me.

My G.o.d, I'd slept with his brother and n.o.body had even known.

Not even me.

I was a horrible person, for not only having feelings, but for letting him stay so close to us.

He'd taken advantage of me.

He'd stolen from me.

I rushed back into his room, loaded with anger. "Don't come visit me in college, Brooks. You're right, I need to be away from you so that I can be happy with Branch. We don't need you trying to push us apart. And as far as those two nights go, that goes to your grave with you. I won't lose Branch over this."

I didn't know how he felt when I left his room and I wanted to believe that at that moment I was too p.i.s.sed at him to care. The truth was I was ripped in half, finally admitting that I was madly in love with both of them and the only way to move forward was to let one of them go.

The next morning we all drove to the bus station to say goodbye to Brooks. Danica was crying, and I was doing my best to keep my composure. He hugged everyone before approaching me, maybe because he was afraid I was going to punch him in the face. When his arms wrapped around me, I expected it to be a fast hug. Instead, he whispered something in my ear before walking away.

"It's our secret, Kat."

Watching that bus pull away from the curb was gut-wrenching. I wanted to run after it, screaming until they let him off. I wasn't ready to say goodbye. He needed to know I was sorry for being angry.

But it was too late.

Brooks was gone, and he'd taken a piece of my heart with him.

There was nothing left to do but move on, because I knew that I'd lost my chance at finding out what we could have been.

Chapter 5.

December 2009 "Merry Christmas, babe." Branch stood over the bed with a tray full of breakfast and a tiny package wrapped with a large bow on the top.

"Wow, breakfast in bed and I get to open my first gift." I rubbed my hands together and let him arrange the tray, before he climbed into bed next to me.

"I know we said we weren't going to go overboard for Christmas this year, but there was something I saw and I knew you had to have it. Go ahead, open it."

I took a bite of toast before grabbing the small box and shaking it. It didn't make a sound, so I figured that it would probably be a pair of stud earrings. I'd been hinting that I wanted a real pair to wear in my second hole.

Branch nudged me. "Well, go ahead and open it."

I ripped open the paper and was holding a small red velvet box. I looked at Branch before opening it and getting the shock of my life. Inside was a very sparkly emerald cut diamond surrounded by smaller diamonds on both sides.

"So, what do you say? Do you still want to be my wife? I think we've waited long enough."

I threw my arms around Branch. "Yes. Oh my goodness, yes, of course I do." I closed my eyes and tried not to cry, removing the thought of my mother's ring that had been recovered and given back to me all those years ago when they'd found her remains. In fact, her body was so damaged that her ring was one of the key points in identifying her. I'd promised myself that if I ever got married I would proudly wear the ring that she married my father with.

Now I had been presented this spectacular, very expensive, piece of jewelry and I felt obligated to accept it, no matter how sentimental the other one was.

I placed it on my finger and admired it sparkling against the suns.h.i.+ne coming in our window. "It's beautiful, Branch. I never expected this."

He held up my hand and looked at the ring on my finger. "I knew it would fit perfectly. They tried to convince me that you would need it sized. I told them that I knew my girl."

I kissed him softly on the cheek and looked back at my hand. It was surreal making our engagement official. Of course, for years we'd discussed being married. It was never a matter of if, but more of when.

Granted, it wouldn't be until we graduated, which was still two years away.

Branch and I had made a home in Salisbury, Maryland. We still went home once a month for dinner at his parents, but our lives were busy. Aside from school, we both worked jobs to pay the bills. In our spare time, we were either studying or sleeping. Even our s.e.x life suffered, not that it was enough to complain about. We had it often, but other couples our age were doing it all of the time, and neither me nor Branch had the energy for that kind of thing.

I put my hand down and looked into Branch's eyes. "This calls for some extra celebrating, don't you think?" Without him answering me yet, I climbed into his lap and started rocking my body over his.

Branch groaned and kissed me softly. "I'm at your mercy."

Of course he was. I had a lot of thanking to do, and we weren't leaving our bed until he was a very happy fiance.

After we'd celebrated in bed for the entire morning, we dressed and got ready to spend Christmas at his parents, where we would spend the night instead of making the long drive home. We both liked to have a few gla.s.ses of wine and neither of us wanted to get on the road afterwards.

Branch and I stood in the driveway as the car warmed up and flipped a coin for who would drive first. He lost and climbed into the driver's seat, while I took the co-pilot spot next to him. We were holding hands before we backed out of the driveway, and I'd never felt so excited to share something with the family.