Ryan doesn't say anything. He simply lets me talk and get it all out. I love him even more for that because I need to get it out.
"I've been taking sleeping pills, but I stopped last week. That's why I haven't been sleeping." I take a second before continuing. "I dream about that night—about him. All I see are his eyes." I confess as I weep out, "He made me watch him."
Ryan doesn't say anything as a new slew of sobs wrack my body. He just bands his arms tighter around me and I finally speak again, "So, I take pills to keep him away."
"Babe, why did you stop taking them?" he asks as he brushes my hair back behind my shoulder.
"Because every night when I take them, it's only a reminder of what happened. I just want to forget, but I can't."
"Have you told anyone?"
"No. Only Jase and Mark. Jase was with me in the hospital. Mark only knows because he walked in and saw my face. It was pretty banged up."
"Your parents?"
"God, no. It was because of them that I went out with that guy at all."
He pulls his head back and looks at me in disbelief. "You knew him?"
I nod my head and he asks, "But you didn't do anything?"
"No."
"I wanna fucking kill him," he says through gritted teeth.
It takes a while, but when I finally feel Ryan's tense chest relax, he pulls back and looks me in the eyes as he says, "This changes nothing for me. Okay? Nothing. No one will ever love you like I do."
When he leans down and gently kisses me, I release my worry. Worry of him leaving, of him being disgusted, worry of him running away from my dark side. I relax in his arms, knowing that we have no more secrets.
"He knows."
"You told him?" he says in surprise.
"I didn't really have a choice," I tell Jase. "I had another nightmare last night."
"What happened?" he asks as he shifts on the couch to face me.
"I freaked out with him in the bed. It was humiliating. So, I had to tell him."
Jase reaches over and grabs my hand, holding it tightly when I continue. "I've never said it before. I never wanted to say the words. I mean, I have silently in my head, but never out loud."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"What did he do?"
"I mean, what could he do? He listened and assured me that it doesn't change anything with us. I was scared he'd want to leave. I wouldn't have blamed him."
"God, Candace, I'm sorry, but he needed to know. I'm glad you told him," he says with sincerity.
"I told him I loved him." A grin spreads across his face and I say, "Don't embarrass me, Jase."
"I won't. I swear."
Taking my hand from his, I grab my glass of wine from the coffee table and take a sip when he asks, "Do you know what he's doing for your birthday?"
"Jase, you know I hate parties and presents. It's all awkward and uncomfortable. Plus, I haven't told him it's my birthday."
He laughs at me and says, "You're so weird."
"Seriously, we have never done anything before, why start now?"
He takes a swig of his beer, then suggests, "Let's at least get together. We can go do dinner at Mark's. No birthday cake. Promise."
"Fiiine," I whine and then give him a tiny smile. "I'll let Ryan know. And no presents. It's just stupid."
"None."
We sit together on his couch and continue to drink and catch up on what's been going on in each other's lives. It's Friday night, and Ryan is at work. One of Gavin's bands is playing there tonight, so he and his friends decided to make a night out of it. He wanted to cancel when we woke up this morning, but I told him that it would make me more uncomfortable if he didn't go because of me. Plus, Jase and I had already made plans to get together, so Ryan agreed, although with much hesitation.
I nearly finish the bottle of merlot by myself and am drunk for the first time in my life. Maybe it was just everything that had happened yesterday that has me wanting to drink way more than I normally do. I'm barely coherent when Jase calls Ryan to come pick me up.
"Youuuu take me home," I slur out, and then burst into a fit of giggles.
"I can't. I've had too many beers. He'll be here in a bit. He just left the bar."
I lie down on the couch and close my eyes when the room begins to sway in a hazy way. Jase is talking to me, but it sounds like an echo at this point. When there is a knock at the door, I pop up on my knees, looking over the back of the couch as Ryan walks in.
"You're heeeere!" I scream and throw my arms into the air.
"Shit, man, what the hell did you give her?" he laughs out.
"She inhaled a bottle of wine," Jase tells him.
Pointing to Ryan, I shout, "You'rrre hot!" and then burst out into another fit of uncontrollable laughter.
"Okay, party's over, babe," he says as he walks toward the couch shaking his head humorously at me.
"Noooo!" I pout as I jump up to my feet on top of the couch and feign authority.
He grabs me behind my knees and throws me over his shoulder as I continue to giggle.
"Alright, let's go."
I reach down, grab his ass, and squeal, "Niiiice!"
"Oh yeah. You like that?" he says through his chuckles, and I can hear Jase laughing as well.
Looking up, I wave to Jase, "Byyyye, buddy!"
"Call me tomorrow when you sober up."
"Bye, man. Thanks for calling me," Ryan says before hauling me to the elevator.
When we get inside, he sets me down, and I turn to the buttons and laugh while I swipe my hands over them, lighting each one up.
"Woohoooo!"
"Shit, babe! Do you know how long it's gonna take us to get to the lobby?"
"A looong, looong time," I say extremely slow.
He holds onto my hips to steady me and then smiles down at me. "You're so fuckin' cute when you're drunk."
"I'm druuuunk?!"
"Yeah, just a bit."
Slinging my arms around his neck, I hang my head back and look up at him. "You'rrre so tall."
"I don't think so. You're just really small."
"I like it!" I chirp out. "It's sexxxxy."
"You think so?"
"Ooooh yeaaaah." Lifting high on my toes, I slightly lose my balance and give him a sloppy kiss before cracking up in giggles.
He wipes his mouth and mumbles, "That was interesting."
While the elevator slowly makes its way down to the lobby, stopping on every floor, I decide to make myself comfortable on the floor.
Sitting in the corner, Ryan looks down at me and smirks as he leans against the wall.
"Can we some cake?" I mumble out.
"Babe, you're missing some words in there." The elevator dings again, and this time, the doors open to the lobby. "Come on," he says and he scoops me up, cradling me in his hold. I wrap my arms around his neck and say, "I wannn cake."
"It's the middle of the night. You have ice cream in my freezer. Just eat that."
"I told Jase nooo cake for my birrrthday, But I wannn some."
Setting me in his car, he says, "Birthday, huh? Why am I just now hearing this?"
"It'sss Thursdaay."
"Hmmm." He reaches over me to fasten the seatbelt, and I lay my head down on the center console.
When he gets into the car, he brushes my hair back. "How're you feeling?"