Max crouches next to me. “Hud, we told you why. Louisa lost her mum. She washurting.”
“I’mfucking hurting,” he shouts. I flinch at the ferocity of his words. It’s unexpected. This man before me isn’t the cool, calm, and collected man I knew back in France. He is raw, and broken andvulnerable.
“I’m sorry, there’s no excuse for how I behaved,” I saygently.
“Yes, there is. Your mumdied!” Maxinsists.
“She did. But that’s not the only reason why I left the way Idid.”
I’m prevented from explaining further when Bryce re-enters the room holding a steaming mug of coffee. He strides over to Hudson. They glare at each other. Or rather, Bryce glares at Hudson. Hudson is doing a lot less glaring and a lot moreswaying.
“Drink it,” Bryce says, handing over thecoffee.
Hudson ignores him, trying instead to focus on me. “You’re hurt…” he says, frowning. Through the haze of his drunken state I can tell he is trying to process that. He reaches forward as if to touch me, but his hand fallsaway.
“I’ll be fine,” I say, as much to myself as tohim.
“Why did you do it?” he asks, pulling himself upright. He takes a sip of hiscoffee.
I push my fingertips against my eyes, then sit on the floor in front of him. This is it. This is my chance to explain how I feel. How I felt that day we returned to the chalet, how I’ve felt eversince.
“You have to understand that those few days in the cabin with you all were intense, overwhelming… I’ve never felt that way before and I’m not just talking about the sex.” I bite at my fingernail, not certain how to carry on. They all wait. Hudson is clutching the mug in his lap, his knuckles white. I can feel both Bryce and Max’s gaze on me, but I don’t look at them, afraid I’ll losecourage.
“My mum was a broken woman. Her heart shattered, unfixable, over my father, a man I never knew. For years I watched her spiral into a bleak place. She didn’t love me enough to pull herself out. Mum blocked me out, she pushed me away. She was cruel, hateful, but I loved her, despite all that. I went back time and again like some fucking stray dog, loyal to a fault, hoping she would finally change. I thought my love for her would be enough to make her sober. I hoped I would be enough. I neverwas.”
“Louisa, you don’t have to do this,” Max says, settling beside me. He rests his hands on my arm. His touch is reassuring. It gives me the strength tocontinue.
“She brought a different man home every night. Some stayed for a time, some were good and some not so much.” My lip trembles with the memories, but I swallow the emotion that is threatening to erupt. “I thought that was what love was. The constant rows, the physical and emotional abuse. I saw these men tear into my mum and she took it all. I watched, helpless, while men used and abused her, while she drank herself into oblivion most nights. It breaks my heart that her love for my dad did that to her. That his rejection, his inability to love her like she had loved him, had reduced her to that pitiful state. When I was fourteen, she had one boyfriend who was particularly sadistic. I came home from school one day to find her close to death. He had beaten her so bad she was hospitalised for a month. I grew up quickly that summer. I also vowed I would protect myself from heartache, I would build walls no one could break down. Richard, the man who got me the job at the resort, he is the only person, aside from Nisha, who has come close to chipping away at that wall.” I sigh, picking at a loose thread of cotton hanging from my top. My hands areshaking.
Bryce kneels beside me, taking my hands in his. “I’m sorry,” he says. “Don’t feel you have to say any more. I get it, Louisa. I grew up in a house filled with violence. Igetit.”
“Let Louisa say what she needs to say,” Hudson says. His voice is neutral, guarded, but at least he isn’t angry anymore. He also seems to have sobered up quickly. I guess stories of a crappy childhood can do that to aperson.
“When Richard offered me the opportunity to get away from that life to work as a chalet girl I refused at first. Still that loyal puppy. Still waiting for Mum to sober up, still waiting for her to loveme.”
“What made you change your mind?” Maxasks.
“She did. I was late back with her vodka. I think she called me a ‘good for nothing piece of shit’. I decided then and there that enough was enough. So, I took the job.” I look up at Hudson, catching his eye. He stares at me for a long time. “Then I happened to get upgraded to a seat in club class by an air stewardess who seemed to take pity on me. That’s when I first laid eyes on youthree.”
“I remember,” Hudson saysquietly.
“You were laughing and joking about the air stewardesses… You kind of pissed meoff.”
Bryce laughs. “You certainly put Hud in his place. I remember liking you instantly. There aren’t many people who can leave Hudsonspeechless.”
“We got off to a rocky start. You made assumptions about me and I heard the rumours about you. I guess I made a few assumptions of myown.”
“They were probably right,” Max says, with a lightlaugh.
“You were all dealing with your own shit, like I was dealing with mine,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “Then somehow after the party we became friends. You know, I started to feel as though I was part of a family, even if it was only in my head… Then we went to thecabin.”
“You regret it?” Hudson asksquietly.
“No, I don’t regret it. What happened at the cabin… Christ, just to be with you all laughing, talking, that would have been enough for me. For a brief time, I felt normal. I could pretend that I didn’t have a fucked-up Mum, I could forget my shitty past, the home I would go back to. You made me feel wanted, and I’ve never in my whole life felt that. Then there was the way you touched me. For someone like me who’s never had a proper physical relationship with anyone, not even past boyfriends. I don’t mean the sex, I’ve had sex. I mean the way you all held me. It made me feel safe, loved, I guess. As stupid and unrealistic as that might sound, it was a big thing for me. It still is. I wanted to stay there with you all forever. That’s the honest truth.” I take a ragged breath, shifting slightly on my bottom. “Then the storm passed, and we headed back to the resort, to reality, and that little bubble we had floating around us burst. That night I got the phone call from Richard. It felt like asign.”
“A sign?” Bryceasks.
“Yes. My mum’s way of telling me I could never be happy, that she would always be the one to break my heart. It was then I realised that you all had the potential to break it too. You see, I’d let you in. I let you in to a place I’ve protected my whole life and it scared me. I ran from you all because I couldn’t bear the thought you’d break my heart just like she had. I left because I was afraid of what I was feeling. I’m still afraid…” My voice trails off. The room is so silent I can hear the clock ticking on the wall. I stand, looking at each of them inturn.
“So, now youknow.”
I wait for one of them to say something, and when it gets beyond the point of being uncomfortable I walk from the room, my heart heavy in mychest.