I get her out through the window, and we both stumble. She falls to her knees, holding her stomach.
“Eli? Maddox? Landen?” I call out, placing my hands on my knees. Nothing. “I gotta call 911.” I pat down my pockets, but I don’t have my phone. I was texting on it when we crashed. Who knows where the fuck it’s at. “Fuck!”
She continues to sob, and I drop to my knees before her. “Are you okay? What hurts?”
She looks up at me and tears run down her face, smearing her once flawless makeup. “I … I …”
“What is it?” I ask, needing her to tell me so I can find my friends.
She wraps her arms around her stomach.
“That’s not enough, Cole!” Deke shouts, interrupting my story. “Why did you tell her to run?”
I look at my best friend and my chest tightens. “Becky was pregnant.”
Austin gasps. Deke just stares at me like he’s not really seeing me. “I …”
He punches me in the face, knocking me back. I trip over my own feet and fall to my ass. I should have seen it coming. He comes for me, his body landing on top of mine, and his fist connects with my jaw. My face starts throbbing, and I taste blood. Usually, I would enjoy this but not like this. Not now. I hate to see him hurting. And the worst part is I did it to him.
“Stop!” Austin cries out. “Deke!”
“I was trying to protect her,” I growl between his punches.
He hits me again, and this time, I land a fist to his side. He grunts, and I do it again. He pulls back, and I kick him off me.
We’re both breathing heavily as we sit on the floor. I stand slowly, and he jumps to his feet as if I’m going to attack him.
He raises his fists, and I do the same. “I don’t want to fight you.” He snorts like he can’t believe me. I lick my busted lip and try to catch my breath. “I told her to run. Do you know what that would have done to her? The baby? She would have been held responsible for something that we now know was never even her fault.” I couldn’t do that to her. Couldn’t put her through that.
“And you did it for Deke,” Austin says. We both look at her, and she’s crying. Tears run down her face, and she licks her wet lips. “You didn’t want Deke to know she was involved at all. Let alone pregnant with his best friend’s baby.”
My chest tightens, and my stomach drops.
“Is that true?” he demands.
I drop my fists. “I’m sorry, Deke.” My voice shakes, and he swallows. “I wanted to tell you. But—”
“But you saved her.” Austin interrupts me.
“Stop,” I say when I see the look in her eyes. It’s the same one she gave me up in the loft when she realized I wasn’t driving. Like I’m a fucking saint. I’m not.
“You protected her, Cole. That’s not something very many people would do.”
My jaw tightens. “I used her.”
Deke leans his head back, looking up at the vaulted ceiling and rafters, sighing like he’s counting to ten trying not to kill me.
“How?” Austin asks. “I don’t understand what you mean by use.”
“Cole did her a favor, so she owed him,” Deke growls, knowing how this works.
How I work.
“What did you have her do?” she asks confused.
I look at the woman I’ve come to love in the eyes and hope this doesn’t break her heart. I could lose them both tonight, but I’ve always been a fighter. I’ll do whatever I have to do to get them back. “I forced her to be your friend.”
I swim laps. It’s all I ever do now since the car wreck. If I’m not in a pool, I’m at therapy trying to get my body back to normal ’cause I refuse to lose my spot on the swim team. I’m not sure it will ever be, though, because it hurts all the fucking time. It’s been six weeks since the accident, and I quit taking my pain pills the day I came home from the hospital. I like the reminder. The pain. I deserve it.
“What You Deserve” by No Resolve plays through the outside speakers while I do my laps.
Popping out of the water, I realize I’m not alone. Someone is behind me, but it’s not my father. He’s gone for the week. Running both hands through my hair, I step out of the pool and hold in a sigh. It’s Becky Holt. I can’t get rid of her. She’s just another reminder.
“Isn’t it too soon to swim?” she asks, sitting on one of the chaise lounge chairs under the awning.
I don’t answer. I take the towel off the table and wipe off my face.