Honor & Betray
Page 9“Tell me you love me.”
Her head turned away from me. I placed a hand on either side of her face, forcing her to look me in the eye.
“I don’t want to,” she whispered. I pressed my mouth against hers, needing to feel her love for me. She might not have said the words, but I knew her feelings were real. They had to be real. Her lips began to move with mine giving me a tiny glimmer of hope. Her lips parted, and I deepened our kiss, groaning as her tongue pressed back against mine. I needed to show her how much I cared for her the only way I knew how. It wasn’t with my actions, and I knew I didn’t say the things she wanted to hear, but I could make her feel it. My hand slid down her side as I pushed my hips against hers.
She pulled her lips from mine as she struggled to right her breathing.
“I can’t. I can’t do this.” She shook her head as fresh tears pricked her eyes. I slid the pad of my thumb over the apple of her cheek.
“Emma, you are the only person who means anything to me.”
Chapter Thirteen
Emma stared down at her hands, refusing to look me in the eye as big heavy drops fell through the branches of the tree. I knew in that moment I had lost her. She would never understand the things I had done. She would never forgive me for the lies and pain I had caused. I had taken a life full of promise and destroyed it, smothered it with my f**ked-up sense of affection. Even though she stood in front of me, she was long gone. She was never mine to own. She wasn’t an object I could claim and keep on a shelf for when I wanted to play. I just wished I had figured that out before it was too late.
“Come home with me, please. I’ll tell you anything you want to know. Please.” I needed her to understand that everything I had done was out of love for her. I knew once I spilled my secrets there would be no turning back. I wouldn’t get a second chance. I didn’t deserve one, but Emma did. She deserved to move on and find someone who wasn’t f**ked up. I could give her that one last thing by letting her know who I really was.
Thunder rumbled in the distance as the rain picked up. She nodded, wrapped my arm around her waist, and I guided her toward my black BMW. We were completely soaked when we finally reached the car. Still, I opened her door and waited until she was inside and secure before I got in.
I drove for miles, listening to the sound of the rain on the car roof as I thought of where I was going to start with my confessions.
“Who is she?” Her voice shook under the weight of her words.
“She…shares a similar…lifestyle as me.” I looked over at Emma’s face scrunched in confusion.
“What does that mean? Is she a teacher?”
I laughed sardonically at her innocence and how f**ked up of a person I really was. “No.” I shook my head as I stole another glance at her.
“She’s…like me.”
“No. No one is like you.” I reached over to take her and offer her some sort of comfort, but she pulled away, recoiling from my touch. She pressed herself against her door as I repeated her words. “She’s like me.” Her eyes burned into me as she let the information sink in.
“Slow down.”
“She helped me work through things, Emma.” If I could just make her understand—it was the only way I could be close to anyone.
“Work through things? What does that even mean?”
“Sexually. She is a…dom—” I reached out for her again, but she refused my touch.
“Slow down.” She called out again.
“Why was she there?”
That was the real question, and I knew I was going to throw her entire world out of orbit with the information I had to share.
“She wasn’t there for me. She came to pay her respects to your aunt.” I glanced over at her before focusing on the road. The rain was coming down so hard that the wipers couldn’t keep up.
“Your aunt…” I couldn’t find the right words to make this any easier for her. “Your aunt was also like me.” It was more than confessing an alternative lifestyle. I was also confessing that I had known Judy. I was a liar. But she needed to understand that I had never laid a finger on J.
“No.” Emma shook her head as she processed the information. “No.”
“Emma, please.” I grabbed her wrist, needing to feel her heartbeat under my fingertips. “I never touched her. Never! I promise you. I barely knew her.” She struggled to free herself from my grip. “I haven’t been with anyone else since I began seeing you.”
I knew I should let her go. She didn’t want me to touch her, and I didn’t deserve any comfort from her.
“You knew her this whole time? You have been lying to me this whole time?” she yelled.
“Emma, please. I didn’t know when I met you. I will tell you anything you want to know.” I was desperate, clinging to the hope that the truth would somehow set me free. Hoping that, when it was all said and done, I could start new. But I still couldn’t force myself to let go of her. I gripped her wrist tightly in my hand as I clung to my sanity. I searched her eyes for compassion, for a glimmer of hope that she wouldn’t think I was evil.
“I hate you.”
Her words were like a hot knife in my flesh. I had f**ked up beyond repair, but I had done it for her. Everything was for her.
“William!” she screamed in terror, and in that moment, the world slowed. I released her, finally able to break from her pull, but it was too late. There was no pain, just the deafening sound of metal crunching and twisting around us. In an instant, she was ripped from my heart, and my world went dark.
Chapter Fourteen
My head was throbbing as I awoke. I felt like I had been on a three-day bender. The light stung my eyes, and I had to squint to keep from making my head hurt worse. Small, delicate fingers squeezed my hand. I looked up at the beautiful brunette that stood over me. She looked like she had been through hell and back, and I imagined if she had been wherever I was, that was an accurate description.
A man cleared his throat, and I turned my head, wincing in pain at the sudden movement. “Where am I?” I asked him as he stood with clipboard in hand.
“Kippling Hospital,” the female spoke as she shoved her hands in her pockets and sucked her lower lip in between her teeth. She had a beautiful mouth, but she looked so f**king sad. I wanted to ask her if she was okay, but the doctor interrupted my thoughts as my eyes stayed locked on her mouth.
“Welcome back to the world.” His voice was loud and only caused the throbbing in my head to intensify. “Can you tell me your name?”
“William…Honor.” I groaned as I rubbed a hand over my head. Was I in rehab? Was this girl a junkie? Jesus Christ, what have I done now?
“Great. Can you tell me the last thing you remember?” The doctor broke through my thoughts, but I kept my eyes on the sad woman.
“Uh…yeah, sure…” I looked to the doctor and back to the woman. “I remember…” I glanced back to the doctor as I struggled to think. “Shit.” I pinched the bridge of my nose as I struggled to breathe through the stabbing pain in my head.
“It’s okay.” The doctor patted me on the shoulder. “You’ve been through a serious trauma. It may take a little while to come back to you. In the meantime, we will do our best to keep you comfortable.”
I squeezed my eyes closed. A serious trauma? “What happened?”
“You were in a car accident. You’re very lucky to be alive. You and Emma both.” I opened my eyes and looked at the young woman in front of me, scanning her for injuries. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I had hurt her. Her eyes searched mine. “I’ll give you two a minute.” The doctor left the room, and we fell in an uncomfortable silence. The woman, Emma, looked nervous as she pulled her hands from her pockets and began to wring them together.
“William,” she said quietly.
“Call me Will.” I struggled to sit up and pushed the button on the side of the bed to meet my back.
“Will…uh…do you remember me?” she asked as she raised her gaze to meet mine. I searched her face for any sign of familiarity, but there was none. It was like a black void in my brain. Her eyes filled with tears, and I knew we must know each other very well. My eyes danced over her petite frame, and I wondered if I had had her. She nodded in understanding as a lone tear spilled over and rolled down her cheek. She stood frozen as her eyes pleaded with me to remember. My chest ached as I watched her.
“Hey, don’t cry. Come here.” She slowly sat down beside me and broke down, sobbing. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against my chest, her br**sts pushed against me. “Shhh.” The smell of flowers filled my nose, and I knew she was someone important to me, but my mind was a fog. Her fingers twisted in my gown, and she cried as I rubbed my hand up and down her back to soothe her. It was odd being the one in the hospital bed and comforting someone else. She seemed so weak, so fragile, and I wanted to protect her from whatever it was that was causing her so much pain.
The doctor returned with a nurse, and I forced myself to take my eyes off Emma. “Well, looks like you two have been getting reacquainted.” She looked down at her lap as she slid off the bed and leaned up against the wall. The nurse stepped between us and handed me a small cup of pills. I dumped them in my mouth as I watched the frightened woman against the wall. She was hurting, and I had the overwhelming urge to protect her, but I didn’t know where to begin if I couldn’t even remember how we had known each other.
The doctor began to speak, and I tried to focus on his instructions as the medicine slowly began to kick in, and the throbbing became a dull ache in the back of my mind.
“I don’t expect the memory loss to be long term. It is not uncommon for a head trauma such as the one you received. You’ll need to call me if the headaches worsen or if you have any problems with your vision.” He turned to look at Emma who was lost in her own thoughts and staring out at nothing. “I’m sure Ms. Townsend will be helping you to make the transition as smooth as possible. She will need to take it easy as well.”
The room fell silent as all eyes were on Emma. She looked up and shook her head in a daze. “I’m sorry?”
“You will be helping him with his transition at home, correct?”
She wiped a stray tear that clung to her bottom lashes and nodded her head in agreement. I couldn’t understand why, if we were so close, she seemed to hesitate at the idea of taking care of me. Not that I expected anyone to. I didn’t want to be a burden to anyone else.
“Good. All looks well, and we should be able to have you out of here in no time.”
“Thank you.”
The doctor smiled down at me before he and the nurse left the room, leaving me alone with Emma. I watched her as she looked around nervously before making her way over to a chair on the other side of my bed. She grabbed her purse, dug around in it, and pulled out a set of keys. She avoided looking at me, and her dark hair hung down, partially blocking my view of her face, but I could tell she was sad. And it seemed more about being around me than the accident we had together.
I wasn’t stupid, and I knew I had done something pretty terrible to make her react that way to someone who had just come out of a coma. She was struggling to not break down, and now I was supposed to have her come home with me and take care of me. I thought about calling my parents to see if they would mind taking a few days off and fly out to see me, but spending any time with my father was f**king torture, and I wanted to be alone with Emma.
It was odd they weren’t here already, and that made me doubt how close I could possibly be to this woman.
A nurse came in the room with two trays of food, and I suddenly realized how hungry I was. I grabbed my fork and began to dive into the Salisbury steak. It wasn’t the best food in the world, but cardboard would have been satisfying at that point. I watched Emma push her food around the plate, not taking a bite. I knew it wasn’t gourmet, but it was better than nothing, and she looked like she was too thin as it was.
“You should eat something.” I smiled as her head tilted up, and her beautiful eyes locked on to mine. She cut off a small bite and stuck it in her mouth but didn’t say a word.
Whatever I had done to her, it was probably for the best that I didn’t know what it was. We sat in silence for the next few hours. The television mounted in the corner of the room provided a little background noise to keep it from being completely awkward. I couldn’t keep my mind off the stranger who kept me company. I wanted to ask her how we had met or what the nature of our relationship was, but I knew it would probably upset her further. It was strange looking at someone for what felt like the first time, but knowing that there was a deeper connection there.
As it grew later, I watched her curl up in a chair next to my bed, fresh tears in her eyes. I knew I needed to send her home. I couldn’t make her suffer any longer at my side.