Second Chances - Unraveling Part 39

A tranquil smile lifted her lips. "I don't want to go."

"We better get out of here or they might never let you come back."

That got her moving. She slipped her flats on over her dry toes and put her jacket back on.

Two hours had pa.s.sed and it was now the afternoon.

"Wanna get an early dinner?" I asked Karlie.

"Yes!" she said, sliding into my car.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Hmm," she thought. "I'm not super hungry, the frozen yogurt filled me up, but I could eat Panera."

I drove the two miles to Panera Bread. Luckily, at this time of day, they weren't that busy.

We both ordered turkey sandwiches and took a seat while we waited for our order.

"Thank you for today," Karlie said, a big smile on her face and I noticed that she had dimples in both of her cheeks. "And thank you for staying with me this weekend. You didn't have to do that."

"Seriously, Karlie, it's no problem at all," I hung my purse on the back of the chair so that I didn't have to sit with it in my lap.

They called our number and I retrieved our tray.

"I can never get Jared to come here," Karlie said, taking a bite of her sandwich. "He calls it chick food, and yet he makes himself a sandwich at home. I just don't get it."

"Men are impossible to understand," I informed her.

She snorted. "Oh, I know."

"So, what's going on with Rodney?" I asked.

"I thought we weren't going to have any more 'boy talk'?" she joked.

"Holden and Jared are boy talk, Rodney's not," I reasoned.

"You do realize he's a boy, so I think he is included."

"If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. I was just wondering if he'd made any more... advances," I explained. "I may not have much experience, but I was in high school once and it wasn't that long ago. I might have some insight."

"Rodney's been my dance partner for years," she picked up her napkin and wiped her lips. "We hit it off immediately and became best friends. It helped that we went to school together, too. But now that he's flirting with me..." she paused. "It's awkward, because I don't know if I can reciprocate his feelings. A part of me wants to try because maybe he could take my mind off of Holden, but it makes me feel horrible to lead him on like that. I'd be using him and because of our friends.h.i.+p I just can't do it."

"You're very wise to only be sixteen."

"Certain situations have forced me to grow up faster than most. Plus, I focus most of my time on ballet," she played with the ends of her hair, avoiding my gaze.

"You're making the right decision not to use him," I a.s.sured her.

"Yeah, well," she looked up at me, "I have to move on sometime and get over this ridiculous crush."

"What crush, angel?" a voice sounded over Karlie's shoulder. Her eyes widened in horror and I sat up to look at who was standing behind her.

"None of your business, Sharky," she snapped, venomously.

Holden looked taken aback, "What's got your panties in a bunch?"

I could hear Karlie's teeth grind together. "Why aren't you at the fight?"

"Didn't qualify," he pulled up a chair and placed his drink cup on our table.

"I didn't recall inviting you to sit here," she glared at him. I almost felt bad for the guy.

He brushed his sandy blonde hair away from his face and whistled under his breath. "Feisty," he grinned. A grunt escaped his lips and I a.s.sumed Karlie kicked him. "d.a.m.n," he muttered under his breath, rubbing his leg. "Who knew twinkle toes could kick like that?" He asked, rhetorically.

"I can aim higher if you'd like," Karlie batted her eyelashes. "I promise I won't miss."

Holden put his hands up in surrender. "Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He stood up and put the chair back before grabbing his drink. "Later," he called over his shoulder as he grabbed his to-go bag.

Karlie sagged and laid her head on the table. "Thank G.o.d, I didn't say his name. I would've died on the spot if he heard me say that I had a crush on him."

"I can't believe that just happened," I shook my head.

"I swear, speak of the devil and the devil shall appear," she placed her head in her hands, groaning. "If he found out that I liked him, I'd never hear the end of it."

"He's not that bad," I disagreed. I didn't really know Holden, but I didn't think he'd be the type to torture Karlie.

"You'd be surprised," was her reply. She looked at her half eaten sandwich. "I'm really not that hungry, anymore."

"Let me go grab some boxes and we'll get out of here."

I packed up our food and we left, heading back to Jared's house.

Inside, Karlie collapsed on the couch with a sigh. "I still can't believe that happened."

I shrugged. "Well, it did."

Shaking her head, she slid from the couch to the floor, "I'm going to put a movie on. You wanna watch?"

"Sure, why not?" I said, a blush tingeing my cheeks when I thought about last week and waking up on the couch wrapped in Jared's arms.

"I'm in the mood for something really girly," she shuffled through the collection of DVDs. "Aha!" she cried, pulling out a copy of Pride and Prejudice.

She pressed play and then plopped in the chair.

"I love this movie," a smile graced her face, eyes focused on the screen. "I want to find a Mr. Darcy."

I closed the blinds in the living room and grabbed two blankets, tossing one to Karlie, before settling onto the couch.

When the movie was over, we talked for a while, before getting ready for bed.

I was just climbing in Jared's bed when my phone rang.

"Hey," I answered.

"I'm back at the hotel, Dan had me training all day," Jared yawned. "Are you in bed?"

"Yeah," I said, pulling the covers up to my chin.

"G.o.d, I wish I was there with you," he crooned over the phone.

"Well, if you were home, I'd be at my place," I laughed. "There'd be no need for me to be here."

"d.a.m.n, I hate your logic," he chuckled and I heard some rustling. I a.s.sumed he was getting in bed.

"It's the truth, not logic, babe," I giggled.

Silence greeted me on the other end of the phone. "h.e.l.lo? Jared? You there?"

"You called me babe."

I blushed, rubbing my cheeks as if I could rub the color away. "Uh, yeah, I guess I did."

"I really, really, liked it," his voice rasped in my ear. "You should do it more often."

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything.

"Don't freak out on me," Jared said. "You're the one that said it," he joked.

"I'm sorry," I finally replied. "It just uh- slipped out and took me by surprise. Please, just be patient with me."

"I'll always be patient with you, Katy. You know that."

I rubbed my sleepy eyes. "You're too good for me."

"You know that isn't true," he sang in my ear, before yawning again. "I've got to go to sleep kitten, and from the sound of your voice, I'd say you're tired too."

"I am," I agreed, leaving out the fact that my tiredness was due to my dreams. The only time I didn't have them, was when I slept with Jared by my side.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow, after the fight," he said and then hung up.

I dropped my phone on his bedside table and curled up in his covers, inhaling the citrus scent of Jared surrounding me.

Hands. His hands were on me. Touching me. I didn't want him to touch me.

"Katy! Katy! Wake up! It's just a nightmare! Wake up!"

He held me down. I was defenseless. I didn't want to be defenseless.

"Katy!"

I came awake with a start, covered in sweat, clutching the sheet so tightly in my hands that my knuckles had turned white.

"Are you okay?" Karlie asked, a tear coursing down her cheek, which she hastily wiped away.

I panted, out of breath, unable to answer her.

When I could unscramble my brain, I nodded.

"You were screaming," she said. "Just like the last time."

I nodded again.

"Does this happen a lot?" she asked, her brown eyes wide with horror.

I nodded, still speechless.

"Katy," she said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "No one should have to live like this."

"I'm used to it," I mumbled.

"Can't you take some kind of medicine or something?"

I shrugged. "I can handle them."

Karlie sighed. "If you could handle it, you wouldn't have them." She got up and went to the door. "If you need me, I'll be in my room."

I nodded and rolled onto my back, looking up at the smooth white ceiling.

She was right. I needed to do something about the nightmares. It had been two years and they weren't going away. When I saw Sharon on Tuesday, I'd talk to her about it.

29.

I WON. Jared's text read. I have a couple of interviews to do & then I'll be on my way home. It'll be late. So just go 2 bed.

"Jared's going to be late," I told Karlie. She was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework.

"I figured," she sighed, closing her notebook. "Rodney called and he wants to practice, today."

"Don't you already practice four times a week?" I crossed my arms over my chest.