Never A Choice (The Choices Trilogy (Book 1)) (39 page)

The longest night of my life, turned into the longest day. The surgery had gone well but the next twenty-four hours are critical. Once he is stable his family can see him. Sofia’s parents left to get a change of clothes for their daughter and bring her back some food they desperately hope she will eat. She looks so pale and with her hair scraped back into a pony tail she looks too young and fragile to handle this, but she is not alone. Marco has his arm around her shoulder and she is holding my hand in hers when the surgeon enters the room. Sofia is unable to move but raises her head to meet his eyes. Pauls’ parents stand instantly and are shaking the surgeon’s hand. The information filters in and is processed slowly in my head. Paul is in recovery and has just woken, he looks a lot worse than he is, but could’ve been a lot worse than it is. Some internal bleeding that they managed to stop in surgery, three broken ribs, broken collar bone and lots of bruising to the face, but no head injury. He should make a full recovery. He will be alright. I don’t realise I’m crying when Sofia turns to me, she is still swallowing down her sobs but I think from the relief that fills her eyes they are now sobs of joy.

Pauls’ parents take Sofia with them to see him. They aren’t gone long but their relief is abundantly evident, not just in their expressions but in the way they walk and hold themselves. They enter the waiting room with smiles and purpose; now they can set about getting him better and getting him home. There is a whole different energy in the room. Not for Sofia, she is still very much shaken she walks over to me. The sadness in her eyes has been replaced with worry and fear. The police told her that Paul’s car had been shunted into the central reservation, they are looking at CCTV footage but where the incident occurred happened on a part of the street that is not fully covered by the cameras. I hold her hand and pull her in to my arms, she is so very precious to me, I whisper in her ear.

“No-more, I’m so sorry Sofs.” I pull back with my hands on her soft pale cheeks my determined eyes fix her sorrow filled ones. “I am ending this, now.” She never said she thought the same as me when the police said it that it hadn’t quite been an accident and that they were looking for someone. She didn’t need to and she didn’t tell me
not
to end it either. I just hope she can forgive me for not ending it sooner. I leave Sofia with Paul’s parents knowing her mum will be back soon and Marco catches a cab with me back to the restaurant. I feel sick with guilt, this is my fault, my sick twisted ‘family’ has infected Sofia’s. I can’t tell Marco any of this because I know he’d kill for his family, he’d kill for me and I have brought enough of a shit storm on this family. I can stop this, I can give Kit what she wants and I can even move away if it will keep the people I love safe, keep my real family safe. I’ll do anything to keep them safe, silent tears slip the corners of my eyes and Marco pulls me tight to his side and kisses my hair.

“Hey, hey, he’s going to be all right.” He gives me a warm smile as we pull up to the rear of the restaurant and I roughly wipe these weak tears.

“Yes.” I say determinedly. “Yes he will.”

It’s early evening before I get round to switching on my phone which instantly starts beeping angrily at me with twenty plus missed calls from Daniel, a similar number of texts and one text from Kit.

HOW WAS YOUR EVENING? WE HAD A FABULOUS TIME, SEE YOU SOON I THINK. XXK.

I don’t feel sick or angry anymore I just want it to end and I want her out of my life. I scroll to open the messages from Daniel:

Sunday: 11.30

PICK UP YOUR PHONE!

11.45

ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE BETHANY!

11.50

I’M SO FUCKING MAD, YOU SAID I SHOULD GO, I DIDN’T WANT TO GO, I WOULDN’T HAVE GONE IF I KNEW YOU WOULD BE LIKE THIS—FOR FUCK SAKE ANSWER THE DAMN PHONE!

12.00

I’M COMING ROUND!

12.20

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? WHY AREN’T YOU AT SOFIA’S?

Sofia’s parents were out last night but must have come straight to the hospital from their friends’ house once they heard the news about Paul or they would’ve seen Daniel fuming on their doorstep. His last text is just after that.

I’M IN THE MAIN WAITING ROOM BABY IF YOU NEED ME TO DO ANYTHING, ANYTHING, LET ME KNOW. I’M GOING CRAZY THAT THEY WON’T LET ME GET TO YOU.

I wonder if he was still there when I left with Marco. I sigh heavily, it doesn’t matter now, all that matters is that ‘this’ ends; now. I dial his number.

“Bethany.” His deep rich voice is calm revealing none of the anger or relief he must’ve have felt last night but it is also strangely cold too.

“Daniel.” I don’t bother to explain where I was, he knows where I was and I also sense that something is wrong. “I would like to see you tonight, we need to talk.” My hands are shaking slightly and I can feel my throat tighten.

“I’ll send my car, be ready in fifteen minutes.” He hangs up. That was cold, brief and cold. I think that might make what I have to do easier, if he is angry and distant. Kit’s words haunt me, but I need them too; that he ever loved me was nonsense. It will help if I know it’s only
my
heart that is going to be broken tonight. I swipe my fingerprint at the side door and wait for the green light and slight click of the lock releasing.

“Good Evening Ms Thorne.” The cheerful tone greets me.

“Good Evening Eric, How are you?” Eric is the guard and doorman for the building and seems to always be on duty. He must be in his sixties, close to retiring I would guess.

“Oh I’m well, catching up on my reading. It tends to be a bit quiet here.” He chuckles.

“I love reading, when I get the chance, although it’s mostly course work at the moment, anyway Daniel is expecting me so I’ll go on up.” I continue to the lifts.

“You know you don’t need my permission, you’ve got clearance my dear.” He smiles kindly and gets back to his reading.

I turn toward the lift. “For now.” I sigh. I have a nervous sickening feeling growing in my stomach. The lift doors open and I notice his door is open too. I step inside and hear her laughter; I am not surprised she is here. I guess she wants to make sure I go through with it but I only have to close my eyes and I see the pain in Sofias.’

Her laughter stops as I enter the living room where she is sitting next to Daniel, she looks very comfortable, at home even. She leans forward and pours more wine into her glass, her facial expression changes to a more sombre mask.

“Daniel.” My voice instantly catches. “Kassandra.” This is going to be so hard. I grip my nails into my palm and try and focus on that small pain instead of the much larger one growing inside. “Daniel maybe we should talk privately?” My voice is soft and as steady as it can be.

“Oh, Really?” His face is impassive but his tone is ice cold. “Is that what you want?” His manor is openly hostile and I wonder what she could’ve possibly said to have caused this reaction.

“Well . . .” I falter. “Yes . . . I think . . .” I hesitate when he stands and walks toward me, he takes my hand, his grip more rough than firm. I try and resist being manoeuvred into the room but he is far too strong. “Look Daniel,” I will just say it and leave, rip the band aid and quickly; leave them to it and leave me to bleed. “I only came here because I didn’t want to break up with you with a text.” His head snaps to mine, his eyes narrow and dark.

“Break-up, now why would you want to do that?” His cold voice has more of a sneer and I feel I’m missing some vital bit of information. Kit’s amused expression vanishes when she sees Daniel look her way.

“I . . . well I just can’t see you again. I don’t want to see you again.” I confirm. I don’t want to make up horrible excuses to hurt him but then again he doesn’t look hurt, he just looks angry.

“Don’t you love me?” His tone is cruel and a quiet sob escapes my throat. His narrow eyes don’t leave mine as I prepare to say the words that will break my heart and delight my sister.

“No, Daniel I don’t love you.” My hand reaches for my hair but I rub my neck instead, the tension has set like a rock across my shoulders.

“You know Bethany,” he pauses as he looks at my fingers pulling on my hair, “I believe you.” The quickness of his acceptance is like a sucker punch and I fold a little at the invisible blow. “Shall I show you why I believe you?” Oh my God he hasn’t finished. He leads me numbly to the coffee table before Kit, where there is a pile of papers face down. He leans over and picks up the papers. He still has a vice like grip on my arm but he releases me and hands me the papers. I turn them over and I am confused by the image on the first page. It is a large grey photograph of me. I am standing on the steps of Marco’s flat and he is hugging me.

“Daniel darling.” My sister interrupts. “You must know I did this for my protection, being in my position and Bethany well, being in hers I had to know who she was before I could let her in to my life. I had no idea what I would uncover.” She dabs her eyes and stifles a sob.

I am still confused as I look at the next picture. Marco and I going through his front door, the next sequence of photographs I can only slightly focus on because my tears have built and are heavy in my eyes causing a dream like distortion. Marco and I in his living room, the next a heated embrace, the next in a state of undress, the next in his bedroom my naked back held in his arms my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping my bottom, the last one with me pinned against the wall and my head buried in his neck and him buried deep in me. Only in the first picture you could see my face because only in the first picture it is me, but I know what this is supposed to be and Kit did say she had something that would facilitate the break-up. I am desolate and I look at Daniels eyes and briefly I see that he is too, but it is quickly replaced with steely anger.

“Did you ever love me Bethany?” His voice holds nothing.

“Oh God!” I double up as all the air escapes me and I stumble, dropping the photos on the floor. “Do you believe . . .” I can’t finish my sentence it hurts too much to think what he now believes to be true; that I’m a liar and a cheat.

“I believe what I see, Bethany.” His mask is fixed, impenetrable stone.

Kit stands to offer her hand in comfort and he takes it. I feel dizzy and flushed and I will faint if I don’t leave right now. I turn to leave but Daniel steps to block my way. He bends to pick up the photo, the one in the bedroom with my naked back.

“Please . . . do keep this one Bethany, it’s my particular favourite.” I shiver at the hatred dripping from his words but still my body feels conditioned to obey him and I reach for the photo, I take it and walk away. As I reach his front door I hear Kits closing statement. “I’m so sorry Daniel, you don’t deserve this . . . I’ll stay as long as you need me to.” I run the last few steps to the lift and fall inside. I press the ground floor button manically and try to stop myself from throwing up in the lift with deep breaths through my nose. I can’t see for the haze of tears falling. The pain in my chest is like a saw slowly inching its way around the soft tissue of my heart until it falls unaided from the bleeding open cavity that is my chest. The lift reaches the ground floor and I am grateful there is no one waiting to get in but I am not going to make it outside. I dash to Eric’s desk and swing my head around the corner to the waste bin; where I dry heave and deposit any remaining liquid from my stomach. I’m so embarrassed. I’m fucked-up, broken hearted and embarrassed.

“Oh God Eric, I’m so sorry.” My vomiting has momentarily stopped my crying. I am relieved that my body is clearly unable to control that many excretions at the same time. “Eric let me clean that up, where are the toilets? I’m so so sorry and so so embarrassed.”

“Ms Thorne, its fine don’t worry, I’ll fix it. Now are you all right, you do look upset?” His concern is only going to fuel the tears once more.

“I’m fine, fine, I just witnessed something rather tragic, that’s all, I’ll be fine.”

“Oh what was it, was it on the discovery channel?”

“No No.” I shake my head as I try and think the words that would aptly describe the last twenty minutes of my life. “It was a train wreck.” I go to lift the bin and take it to the caretaker’s room, which must be here somewhere, when there is a buzz indicating the entrance phone of the penthouse.

“Eric, Escort Miss Thorne from the building immediately!” He disconnects. I can add humiliated on to that previous list. I just want to go home. I smile tightly and Eric looks embarrassed now.

“I’ll go Eric, I’m really sorry, for everything.” I feel like that is the understatement of the year. Daniel’s driver is waiting and he goes to open the door but I shake my head.

“Really Ms Thorne, Mr Stone was quite insistent I drive you.”

“Maybe on the way here Peter, certainly not on the way back, but thank you. Take care of yourself and,” I swallow my tears, “take care of Mr Stone.” I walk home in a numb trance, still gripping the photo that damns me.

The restaurant is closed but there are a few of the kitchen porters and Joe still doing the final clean down. I don’t want to be on my own right now so I go into the kitchen and pick up a cloth and start polishing the silverware. “Hey girl, you don’t need to be doing that.” Joe’s heavy arm thumps down on my shoulders and gives me a little shake.