Take the Chance (Top Shelf Romance #9) - Brittainy Cherry Page 0,68

even know why he was so angry, but he took it all out on Rebecca.

“Please,” she whispered, shaken as she sat on the couch. “Just rest, Kent. You haven’t taken a break since you started writing.”

“Don’t tell me what to do. You ruined Christmas,” he slurred, stumbling over to her. “You ruined it all, because you are shit.” He raised his hand to take his anger out on her, but before he could slap her, his palm slammed against Graham’s forehead as he stepped in the way to protect Rebecca. “Move!” Kent ordered, wrapping his hands around his son and tossing him to the side of the room.

Graham’s eyes filled with tears as he watched his father hit her.

How?

How could he hit someone so good?

“Stop!” Graham cried, rushing over and hitting his father repeatedly. Each time Kent would push him away, but Graham didn’t stop. He kept rising from the floor and going back for more, unafraid of how his father would hurt him. All he knew was that Rebecca was being hurt, and he knew he had to protect her.

What lasted for minutes felt like hours. The room spun as Graham got hit, and Rebecca got hurt, and it wasn’t until both lay there still, not trying to fight back, that it finally stopped. They took the hits and punches, and stayed quiet until Kent grew tired of it all. He wandered off to his office where he slammed his door and probably found some more whisky.

Rebecca wrapped her arms around Graham the second Kent was gone, and she let him fall apart in her arms. “It’s okay,” she told him.

He knew better than to believe such a thing.

Late into that night, Rebecca stopped by Graham’s room. He was still awake, sitting in the darkness of his room, staring at the ceiling.

When he turned her way, he saw her in her winter coat and boots.

Behind her was a suitcase.

“No,” he said, sitting up. He shook his head. “No.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks, which were bruised from the hands of darkness. “I’m so sorry, Graham.”

“Please,” he cried, running over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Please don’t go.”

“I can’t stay here,” she told him, her voice shaking. “My sister is waiting outside, and I just wanted to tell you face to face.”

“Take me with you!” he begged, tears falling faster and faster as the panic of her leaving him with the darkness set in. “I’ll be good, I swear. I’ll be good enough for you.”

“Graham.” She took a deep breath. “I can’t take you…you’re not mine.”

Those words.

Those few and hurtful words cracked his heart in half.

“Please, Rebecca, please…” He sobbed into her shirt.

She pulled him back a few inches and bent herself down so they were eye level. “He told me if I take you, he’ll send his lawyers. He told me he’d fight. I have nothing, Graham. He had me quit my job years ago. I signed a prenup. I have nothing.”

“You have me,” he told her.

The way she blinked and stood up told him he wasn’t enough.

In that moment, the young boy’s heart began to freeze.

She walked away that evening and never looked back. That night Graham sat at his window, staring out at where Rebecca had driven off, and he felt sick to his stomach as he tried to understand. How could someone be there for so long and then just let go?

He stared at the road covered in snow. The tire tracks were still on the ground, and Graham didn’t take his eyes off them once.

Over and over again in his head, three words repeated.

Please don’t go.

Chapter 22

Lucy

His eyes were swollen when he walked back into the waiting room. Karla and Susie wandered off to find coffee, and Graham gave Mary a fake smile and a quick hug before she went to visit Ollie.

“Hey.” I stood up and walked over to him. “Are you okay?”

He grimaced, his stance strong, but his eyes so heartbroken. “If anything happens to him…” He swallowed hard and lowered his head. “If I lose him…”

I didn’t give him a chance to say another word. I wrapped my arms around him as his body started to shake. For the first time, he let himself feel, let himself hurt, and I was there to hold him close.

“What can I do?” I asked, holding him closer. “Tell me what I can do.”

He placed his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. “Just don’t let go. If you let go, I’ll run.