it hard to mask my own pain. “I didn’t come back because I realized how much this place dragged me down. How much my mom dragged me down. There wasn’t anything in this town left for me, and moving in with my dad showed me that. He also showed me what a lack of opportunity this place had, and how moving away can help you reinvent yourself for the better. Sometimes old habits die hard and it was up to me to change that.”
“Is that why you stopped talking to me? Because you wanted to forget everything about a town that had nothing for you?” Her face remained stone cold, but I knew her strength was a facade. One more prick and she’d be a water balloon waiting to explode.
Still feeling a bit put off by her lack of memory, I shrugged nonchalantly. “Like I said, I’ll only tell you everything I’m comfortable with. That’s about as comfortable as I can get right now.”
She rolled her eyes, but surprisingly relented. “Fine. So why come back? You obviously didn’t care enough about your mom to visit her before. Why come back now when she’s sick?”
I knew she was right, and though I felt slightly offended, I couldn’t be mad at an observation that was true. “She’s my mom, Rocky. Regardless of everything she did. Regardless of what a shithole this place is—”
“Hey! I still live here, dipshit.” She snapped her fingers in annoyance. “My family and I grew a very successful business here—one you work in, might I add. Careful what you say!”
I stifled a strained laugh. “Fine, let me rephrase that. This town only provides opportunity for certain people.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she growled.
“You, Stephanie, that Ethan guy.” Ugh, even saying his name made me feel as if I were chewing live locusts in my mouth. “You all obviously had the potential and backing to make something of yourselves here. Not me. Not the kid who was struggling to find money to buy something to eat only to find out his mom blew it all on cigarettes.”
She blinked in surprise. “If you needed help, why didn’t you just ask? You know my family and I would have helped you.”
“I know, and that’s precisely why I didn’t want to ask you.”
“I don’t understand.”
I knew she wouldn’t. How could I explain something that seemed so obvious to me?
“Can you imagine what my mom would have done if she found out? She would have found a way to move into your house and drain you for every penny you had! My leaving was necessary for me and my mom. Did you know she finally held a job for longer than three months after I left?”
“Three years,” she replied matter-of-factly.
I looked up in surprise. I didn’t know she lasted that long.
Probably noticing the doubt on my face, she added, “I used to go to Gold Diner whenever I visited my family on the weekends during college. I’d see her in the back cooking.”
“Yeah, guess it runs in the family,” I mumbled.
“What does?”
I opened my mouth, but abruptly shut it. I wanted to tell her about Tyler’s Tavern, I really did. I wanted to shout it out loud: Rocky, I’m a changed man! But somehow I knew telling her about my other life in Charleston would just cause the rift between us to widen. She didn’t know how long I was staying in town, and for the time being that was the best case scenario. She’d probably think I was running away again.
“Never mind.” I sighed and hesitantly reached out to place my fingers on top of her wool jacket, finding myself wishing that we were skin to skin.
What the fuck are you doing, Jesse? You’re being ridiculous.
Pulling back quickly, I smirked. “I don’t expect you to understand my choices, Rocky. I really don’t. But I’m here now to take care of my sick mother because she has no one left to do so. If you knew anything about me, you’d know that underneath that dumb teenage facade I used to hold I was always a good guy. I’m even better now.”
“I know.”
I gazed into her eyes and frowned. How could she? Neither of us knew one thing about each other anymore. Apparently, nothing from senior year either. Still, it felt good to think she saw the best in me. Remembering Maurice’s words, I knew there was nothing I could do but to prove it to her.
Swallowing, I nodded my head. “Good.”
Chapter 18
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