Needing Her
Page 47The way Connor had been acting that night played through my mind, and I felt sick. Sick over losing him, and over the fact that he had tried to stand up to my family, and my brothers had convinced him to leave me. I would expect that from Bryce, but not Connor.
“Wait! You sided with Connor? Why?”
Sam shrugged and a huff left him. “Because he’s a good guy, and he . . . well, after all he said. I knew he wanted to be with you forever, not just to screw around with.”
“We f**ked, Maci, that’s all we did.” I sniffed and rubbed at my frozen nose before crossing my arms under my chest. “Well you were wrong about that, and it doesn’t matter. If he’s going to let them keep us apart, then he’s not worth it.”
“I’m not buying that, and I can tell you don’t even believe the shit you’re saying.”
“I will one day,” I countered, and his face morphed into a sympathetic smile.
“Maci, I had no clue you were with him; but from what he said, and what I’m seeing these last couple of days from you, I don’t think you will. He is worth it: What guy has ever had the balls to talk to you after we’ve told them to back off for just looking at you, let alone actually confront three of us at once and tell us he’s with you and not leaving you? Dakota and Dylan . . . they said some pretty f**ked-up shit. They hit him low, and they hit him hard. I’m still pissed off at them for what they did, but they really left Connor with no choice.”
Little puffs of clouds filled the space between us from our breath for silent minutes as tears filled my eyes, and eventually spilled over.
“There’s always a choice, Sam,” I choked out as I remembered Connor’s words the night my brothers had shown up at his apartment, and turned to head back to the cabin. “I just wasn’t enough for him, apparently.”
Sam grabbed me and pulled me back. “Don’t let anyone make you feel like you’re not enough. And if that’s what this is”—he gestured toward me—“Maci, you look beautiful, but this isn’t you. This isn’t my little sister.”
“If you wanna change, then change. But do it because it’s what you want for you and your life, not because other people have made you feel like you need to. After what I heard from the prick that’s high on his daddy’s money last night, you’re not doing this for you.”
“I’m not doing it for Bryce either.”
“And thank Christ for that. Deep down though, I think you’re letting everything he’s said to you—and what happened to you and Connor—get to you, and you think this is what you have to do. You don’t: all you have to do is be the Maci everyone loves, and let the rest fall into place, okay?”
Tears continued to fall down my face, but I didn’t try to brush them away anymore. The corners of my mouth lifted in a shaky smile and I cocked my head to the side as I looked at my brother.
“Who are you and what did you do with Sam?”
He laughed loudly and pulled me in for a hug. “Come on, let’s go back in. It’s freezing, and whichever twin’s jacket this is, it smells like he had prostitutes hanging all over him. Jessica is going to freak when she smells me.”
I didn’t have to ask what he was talking about. You could smell the jacket from a mile away. “I’ll back you up that it isn’t your jacket as long as you do me a favor. Don’t hold me back when I go ape-shit on Dakota and Dylan’s asses when we get back.”
“Deal.”
But when we got back, Sam didn’t have to worry about holding me back. Craig and Dad were trying to moderate a yelling match that was getting closer and closer to a brawl between Dakota, Dylan, and Connor.
PARKING BEHIND THE multiple cars at the cabin, I started cursing at the icy walkway as I tried to run up to the door. Without knocking, I walked in and walked toward the living room, where I could hear voices.
“Connor!” Dakota said loudly, his voice deceivingly happy. His eyes looked dark when he noticed my mood.
“Where is she?” I huffed as I looked around the room. I heard a bunch of women talking in the kitchen and turned that way.
“We told you,” he began as he stood in front of me, stopping me from getting closer to the girls.
“I said where the f**k is she?”
“Hold on here,” Mr. Price said, standing up from one of the couches. “What the hell is going on?”
“Connor,” Dylan said in warning as he shook his head.
“Maci!” I yelled toward the kitchen, and Dakota pushed me back with a hard shove.
“We told you to stay away!”
“And I should have never listened to you! Maci!”
The women began pouring into the living room, and I looked wildly for her.
“She’s not here,” Amber said, her face breaking out in a smile when she saw me. “She left, but Sam followed her.”
“Left? Left for where?”
“It doesn’t f**king matter, because we told you to stay the hell away from her!” Dakota yelled, and started coming toward me, but Craig stopped him.
“Now everyone just shut the hell up!” Mr. Price yelled and walked into the triangle Dakota, Dylan, and I were making. “This has been the most dramatic Christmas vacation I think we’ve ever had. Now someone better explain to me what’s going on, and I mean right now.”