Until Fountain Bridge - Young Samantha (читать книги бесплатно полностью без регистрации сокращений TXT) 📗

relieved that I was going to know once and for all what the hell was wrong with me.

A tumor, though. A brain tumor.

I tried to catch my breath. We’d waited ten days for the results and it was a brain tumor

and they wouldn’t tell me anything else. I had twenty four hours of waiting to find out if I had brain cancer or not.

I wanted to handle it graciously, not just for me but for Braden and Mum and Clark and

Hannah and Declan. I wanted to handle it graciously for Joss, knowing it would be difficult

for her. However, her reaction…

A tear slid down my cheek as I thought on her reaction only a few hours ago. I’d watched

the panic in her face and then she just… shut down. She just left me. When I needed her the

most, she just… left me.

Braden was furious and panicking about me and about her and trying not to. His anxiety

was making me worse so I told him to go and speak to Mum and Clark. Understanding I

needed just a little time to myself he gave me it.

I couldn’t think of the worst. I wouldn’t be like Joss. I mean, I wanted to be prepared but I

wasn’t a pessimist. And surely, I was too young to… You never think something like this will

happen to you. It feels like a dream, it’s so surreal, like you’re watching someone else’s life play out in a movie.

My phone rang and I turned my head on my pillow to eye it on my bedside table.

Adam Calling.

I breathed through the tightness in my chest and reached for the phone. Since I landed in

the hospital ten days ago, Adam had reneged on his unspoken promise to stay out of my life.

He called me every day and came by the flat as much as he felt I’d let him get away with it.

Too exhausted to fight him, I did let him get away with it.

“Hullo,” I answered and even I could tell I didn’t sound like myself.

There was a crackle down the line as he let out a heavy sigh. “Braden just called.”

I tensed, hearing the roughness in Adam’s voice, the choked brokenness in his tone.

“Yeah.”

“God, Ellie,” he groaned as if in agony. “Sweetheart—”

“Don’t.” I shook my head even though he couldn’t see me, and I bit my lip to try and stem

the flow of tears. As soon as I felt I could speak without crying, I continued, “We don’t know

anything yet.”

“I know I need to come to you. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“No, don’t,” my voice was sharp as I sat up, my heart pounding at the thought of having

him here to hold me through this. “I don’t want you to.”

“Fuck, Els.”

I winced at the hurt in his voice. “Please, Adam.”

“I need to. I need to be with you. I love you, Ellie. I’m fucking in love you.”

He was crying.

I’d never heard or seen him cry before. At his tears and outright confession I started to cry

too and collapsed back on my pillow, squeezing the phone tight to my ear. Finally I

whispered, “Just stay on the line with me, okay.”

Adam cleared his throat, his voice breaking as he replied, “Anything, baby.”

I sighed and snuggled deeper against my phone. “We don’t know anything,” I repeated.

“It could be nothing,” he added.

“Whatever it is, I’m going to fight.”

“I’ll fight with you.”

“Ssh,” I hushed him softly. “No promises. Not like this.”

“I’m done wasting time, Els.”

I smiled sadly, too weary to go there. “Just waste a little more time for me. Please.”

He was a silent a while and then he replied quietly, “Only a little, baby. Only a little.”

***

Adam’s phone bill would be ridiculous but I doubted he cared. He stayed on the phone with

me for two hours and we hardly spoke. I just listened to him breathe as he listened to me

breathe. We finally hung up when Braden returned, but Adam refused to let me say the words

goodbye and it was the first time I heard undiluted fear in his voice when he begged me not

to say that word.

It was a lot. It was huge. But it was one thing for him to admit to me again that he loved

me and an entirely different thing for him to admit that to Braden. I needed to get through this crisis before I could deal with me and Adam.

I watched television with Braden for a while, snuggled up into his side as he stroked my

hair soothingly. Mum and Clark had gotten into a huge fight with him because they wanted to

come to me but Braden insisted there was nothing they could do right now and while I was

stuck in limbo it would be best if I had peace and quiet and didn’t have to worry about how

they were coping with this. I appreciated it but I also gave them a quick call so they could

hear my voice and I could ask them to take me to my appointment the next day. They were

okay at first but then suddenly Clark had to say a quick goodbye when Mum started to sob.

Of course that set me off for a while, and then I calmed, and then as it got darker outside and the evening began to pass, the fear over what I’d hear tomorrow hit me.

Braden laid me back on my bed and curled my hand around a mug of hot water and

whiskey. He sat on my bed as I drank it and he watched me until my eyes finally fluttered

closed.

They slammed open at the sound of my bedroom floor creaking. I was curled up in a ball

on my bed in the dark, and through the moonlight spilling in through the large window I saw

Joss standing at the bottom of my bed.

Surprised that she had come to me but still gripped by hurt at her defection earlier, I just

gazed at her with round eyes.

At a breathy gasp, my eyes grew wider as I realized Joss was crying. Joss was crying.

Joss. I knew she’d run earlier because of the baggage she carried around about her family’s deaths.

I’d known that on some level that fear had sent her running from me, but actually

witnessing her tears, I realized it all meant that she cared about me. She was frightened of

losing me.

The tears slipped down my cheeks and moved Joss to action. She crawled up onto my bed

and as she settled in beside me I turned on my back. Joss immediately rested her head on my

shoulder and shifted closer to me. She took my hand and held it between both of hers.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“It’s okay,” I promised her and meant it. “You came back.”

“I love you, Ellie Carmichael. You’re going to get through this.”

I’d won the love and affection of someone as lost as Jocelyn Butler? For me that was a

whole lot of light in a whole lot of dark and it overwhelmed me. I tried to swallow past an

answering sob as I whispered the truth back to her, “I love you too, Joss.”

***

Braden had woken us up that morning and he’d made us breakfast. Even with the

appointment with the neurosurgeon looming over me that afternoon, I could tell something

had gone horribly wrong with Joss and Braden. Upon asking them, I discovered they’d

broken up and attempted not to feel guilty. I failed.

They’d clearly broken up because of me… because of Joss’s reaction to what was

happening to me. Hearing Braden’s deadly cool voice with her and seeing the flinch of pain

in Joss’s face, I wanted to intervene, I wanted to fix what I had inadvertently helped break,

but they wouldn’t have it and I was ushered out of the room and into a shower.

At one point I heard their escalated voices over the spill of water and then a plate crashing

followed by more shouting. Worried, I switched off the shower and clambered out but the

voices had quieted to a murmur. Still, I hurried getting dried and pulled on a bathrobe, ready

to put myself between them if need be.

Instead as I walked quietly down the hall I heard Braden confessing that he loved her and

that he wasn’t going to stop fighting for her. He promised her in his way that he would be