Hard to Hold On (24 page)

Have you ever caught one of those bad vibes during one of the best times of your life? I just performed one of the best shows of my life but I’m feeling a negative vibe tonight and you know I always write when I’m feeling a certain way. Of course, you’re the only one who actually takes the time out to read what I have to say. You and I have a bonding with words. It’s powerful and it’s kind of awesome that I’ve passed this gene down.

Music and words. It’s what we live for, right?

I don’t ever want you to change that. I never want you to forget about what you really love to do. I don’t expect you to get famous or even want to be famous. Like me, you want people to hear you out
a little. You want to be humble with it.

Sometime
s stress can get in the way of our dreams. Sometimes life just doesn’t seem fair but I want you to know that life is just what it is. Life. We can’t control it and we will never be able to. All we can do is hope for the best and make sure we don’t do anything that will make Karma want to stomp on our hearts with a pointy stiletto.

You know
we’ve never been okay with money. I took up the gigs at bars to make some extra cash for us and to be the best dad I can be. Even though we don’t have it as good as we should, I know nothing will change between us all.

I’m not sure why I felt like w
riting this to you. I know if I’m okay tomorrow, I will never show it to you in my entire life but if I’m not okay . . . well your mother will know what to do with it. She’ll know when to give this letter to you.

You and Mills are my world. I don’t know what the heck I would do without you two boys. You get on my nerves, yeah, but it’s all love. It’s who we are. I want you to carry on what I taught you. I want you to pract
ice every day, like I told you, and if you have to, make sure you stay up ‘til the late hours just to perfect your song. I know you’re already doing it, but continue it.

Always remember that when you have a passion for something, you
can only make it stronger. When you are so deeply in love with something or even
someone
, you hang onto it. Never let it go. Love is everything in this world, whether we want to believe it or not. Love is what keeps some of us internal lunatics sane. I love you, little man. That’s a guarantee and it will never change. Even if I’m long gone, you’ll still feel the presence of me and my love.

Peace, family, love, and music. It’s all we’ve got.

Love,

Dad

I don’t know how many times I read over this letter but with each word, I feel a tear fall. I feel my heart breaking all over again and I know it’s not what he intended for me but it’s happening. He knew something was going to happen to him. But how? How did he know he was going to be an accidental target? My Dad always knew when something bad was going to happen to someone, especially himself. I always used to think he was psychic because he always knew when something was wrong with my Mom or even us.

Bringing my arm up, I swipe the tears away and then take a deep breath. His letter has actually made me feel better because he’s right. I’ve been slacking on playing my guita
r since my mother died along with all of the shit I’ve gone through with Natalie.

I pull my phone out and text Natalie
, telling her that I love her. After I send it, I grab my keys and hurry down the stairs of my complex to get to my car and head for work.

****

There are four floors of the museum and I’m covering the first floor today; Mills has the third. It isn’t very busy today which is a good thing because Dad’s letter has been heavy on my mind since I’ve placed it down. It’s not that I feel depressed about it, it’s just weird to know that he knew I would want to stop playing at some point.

I love my guitar
but during my stress with Natalie, I hardly touched it. I’ve actually been avoiding being at home just so I wouldn’t come up with a heart wrenching song about me and Natalie’s relationship. I only play when I don’t want to think but thinking was consuming me at one time.

A woman comes into the m
useum with a pink purse and bold red lipstick. As she removes her scarf, I know exactly who she is. Mrs. Reese. She comes every other Sunday and looks at the same things over and over again. After losing her husband, she’s made it a ritual to show up each Sunday. She told us once before that her husband used to bring her to this very museum once a month on a Sunday. I can’t blame her for continuing it.

“Hi
, Mrs. Reese.” I wave as I meet up to her and she smiles, the wrinkles forming around her eyes and cheeks.

“
You’re Nolan, right?”

“Yeah,” I laugh.

“Sorry. I always get you and Mills mixed up. You two look so much alike. I think the only reason I can tell the difference is because of your eyes.”

I shrug like it’s no big deal. “You ready to
start your tour?”

“Always ready,” she says, hooking her arm through mine. I lead her to the first statue and she stares at it in awe, as if she’s never seen
it before. I can’t help but smile down at her because for an elderly woman, she has a fresh soul. She’s still young at heart which is why I enjoy seeing her so much. After her husband died, she was still smiling. She would always tell me everything happens for a reason, whether we’re to understand it or not.

After receiving that c
heck in the mail, I figured it was the reason of my mother dying. It’s a terrible reason because I’d rather be roommates with Mills for the rest of my life and deep in debt than have my mother dead but I’m glad to know we have something to look forward to. All we can do is look ahead. There’s no looking back anymore.

Mills and I have been struggling ever since we
’ve moved to Miami. He doesn’t like to talk about it and neither do I because it’s embarrassing to us both. We tried to run from home and act like men but ended up in more debt than we could handle. We have more bills than money which is never a good thing but that check is going to help us out a lot. It’s almost a miracle for us because we’ve been looking for our breakthrough.

With my half, I’ll get an
apartment, keep working, and continue school to get my degree. Mills wants to continue being a tourist but he also wants to take up a degree in Law school. He mentioned before that he wants to do it because the world isn’t fair. It’s been one of his goals since our father died to fight against crime and soon he’ll be moving with Lorie back to California.

“You know, you’re a sweet boy, Nolan,” Mrs. Reese says, interrupting my thoughts.

“Why do you say that?” I ask as we make our way to the caveman section.

“You remind me of my son. He’s a handsome dev
il and has lots of girls calling his phone. I’m sure you have dozens of them chasing you as well, but you’re humble. You’re not cocky, you’re confident, just like he is. I adore that in men. I’ve never liked men that had their heads stuck up their own asses.”

I snort a laugh and she squeezes my arm as she laughs with me. “Thanks, Mrs. Reese. That
actually means a lot to me. Trust me, though, I don’t have girls after me. I only have one that I want to be with.”

“Well, I’m glad. Someone as handsome as you doesn’t need to be on the market. I’m sure you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself.”

I sigh with a smile because she doesn’t even know the half of it. Instead of telling her that I was once lost, I explain to her about the cavemen. It’s kind of pointless but she loves to hear everything over again and I don’t mind repeating it. I know it all by heart anyway.

The sun begins to spill through the tall
, rectangular windows as we make our way to the main lobby. Half of the day has passed and I’ve never felt so good. I’ve never been this meek in my entire life. For once, I feel okay again. I can
breathe
again.

“It was great seeing you, Nolan. I don’t think I can make it up the stairs right now—weak knees and all—
but send Mills my greetings.”

“Will
do, Mrs. Reese.” She smiles, patting my arm before turning around and placing her red scarf over her grey hair. Pushing out of the door, she makes a right turn and begins her stroll.

I sigh heavily, gazing
out of the window. I then pull my phone out and check the time. In thirty minutes I’ll be seeing my Bunny again. It’s only been a few hours but I find it fascinating that she’s the only person I can think of and want to be with. She’s truly my other half. Bunny . . . soft, sweet, and cuddly. Who doesn’t love a Bunny? The one I picture Natalie being is pure white. Button nose. Innocent. Soft, quiet . . . great at humping. I laugh at myself over the last thought.

I look up again to take in the sunset but then I see
a familiar tall, blonde-haired guy pass by. Realizing exactly who he is, my fists clench immediately and I rush for the door, pressing my palm against the glass to get it open. Tyler flinches from the sound of the thud and spins around as I step out.

“Natalie’s been calling you,”
I mutter, taking a step towards him.

He lifts his chin, aiming to be bold.
“I know.”

“Why haven’t you been answering her?”

“I’m sure you’re glad I haven’t been answering her.” He smiles cockily but I rush for him and pin him against the glass window by his throat. “What did you do to her? Why did you leave her out there alone?”

“I don’t have to explain shit to you, you prick,” he
grunts through his teeth.

I grip his neck
tighter but the doors of the museum push open and Mills and Dino, my manager, storm out. “Nolan, what the fuck are you doing, man?” Mills asks, his green eyes wide.

“Let ‘e
m go, Nolan.” Dino marches forward to pull me away and I swear Tyler is lucky I don’t want to lose my job.

“I sh
ould fuck you up!” I growl, pointing a finger at Tyler who’s holding onto his neck. “Come around Natalie again and I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

“Natalie,
” Tyler says, laughing hoarsely. “I’ll have that in the bag soon. After I’m done with her, you won’t have to worry about me fucking with Natalie anymore. She might not even want you after she’s had a dose of me.”

A flash of
red blinds me and I charge for Tyler but Mills grabs my arm to hold me back. Mills is stronger than me but I fight my hardest to try and get out of his grip.

“Take your ass home!” Mills shouts at Tyler.

“I swear to God I’ll break his fucking neck!” I snarl.

“Chill out, Nolan.
” Mills pushes me back while keeping his grip tight on my arms.

“Get th
e fuck outta here,” Dino yells at Tyler.

With a chuckle, Tyler turns and begins to walk away. He glances over his
shoulder to wink and smirk at me and I jerk forward but Mills reels me back again. “He’s not worth it, Nolan. Chill out. He’s trying to get under your skin.”

“
Well it worked. I wanna rip that fucking smirk off his lips.”

“He’s not worth it,” Mills repeats, his eyes s
tern. “Calm down and let it go,” he says slowly. “You’re going to see Natalie tonight. He’s not.
Let it go
.”

After a few seconds of panting and
clenching my fists, my hands loosen and I snatch the collar of my shirt away from Mills. “You only have thirty minutes left,” Dino sighs, checking his watch. “How about you just take off. We’ll cover the first floor.”

I nod and then pull my keys out
of my pocket but I’m still pissed. I’ve boiled over and I know the only way I’ll completely calm down is if I see Natalie. “Are you good?” Mills asks, smirking. “Remember that kid at the park that shoved you into the lake when you were thirteen? After he did it, I held him down and you whooped his ass.” He chuckles as he looks down at the pavement. “Can’t believe you still got it in you, you son of a bitch. That’s the last time I remember you getting this mad around me,” he says, aiming to lighten the mood. “Should’ve let you beat his ass.”

To my surprise, it works be
cause I laugh a little while running a tense hand through my hair. “It’s been a while.”

“A long while,” he says as he and Dino make their way to
wards the museum door. “Have fun tonight, alright? Tell Natalie happy birthday for me.”

Nodding, I turn around and make my way toward
s the parking lot. Mills may have lifted a little of the weight from my shoulders but I meant what I said about Tyler. If I see him again, he’s fucking dead.

I have to get to Natalie.

Chapter Thirty-One

Natalie

The text message I received from Nolan caught me completely off guard earlier.

Nolan: I love you more than words can explain. We’re going to make this work.

After I received it I wanted to call but I knew he was at work. I just got a text saying he’s changed clothes and will meet us at dinner so I guess I can bring it up there.

It’s my birthday so
I’ve decided to do it a little big with Harper. The restaurant we’re going to is the same restaurant with tables on the deck that face the ocean. It’s going to be a cool night so I’ve decided to wear my hair down.