“I know,” he sympathized. “I told you how sorry I am.”
“You did, but I don’t think you fully understand exactly how bad it was, Reid.” I turned in my seat to face him.
It was time. Time to tell him the truth, and maybe more importantly, time to admit the truth to myself. There was a reason I’d held onto my anger all this time.
Anger was safe. Heartbreak was not. Heartbreak was deadly.
The last of the sunlight was gone and his face was lit only by the dim porch light above us. I could still see the worry on his face as I continued.
“I was in love with you. The strongest, deepest, most intense love I’d ever known. I thought it was the real thing… thought what we had meant we’d chase our dreams together.” I felt the threat of tears and knew it was pointless to even try and hold them back. “The night you ended it… I’d had something to tell you, too, something I never got to say to you until now.” I pulled in the most air that I possibly could before continuing.
“Nore… fuck, I am so—”
“I was pregnant, Reid. I was pregnant with our child and when you left I fell apart. I cried every day. For weeks. Months, if I’m being completely honest. I couldn’t eat. I didn’t care about school. I barely managed to pass my junior year.” I felt a shiver run across my skin as I thought about how upset I’d been by him leaving. “I had my friends worried sick. My parents were beside themselves. I was a mess for a long time. While you were out living it up, I had a miscarriage… you broke me.”
Seeing her standing in my living room when I got out of the shower had seemed like a good thing, but as I sat there watching her fall apart in front of me, I knew that coming down stairs to just Hoyt and Brett would have been so much easier.
“I was pregnant… miscarriage… you broke me.”
And now I was completely fucking gutted. She’d been pregnant with my child, had probably been terrified to tell me… and had been met with a cold, heartless breakup instead.
Her words ripped my heart from my chest and crushed it with a fist drenched in blame. Maybe what I’d done had caused her to lose the baby and maybe it hadn’t, but I’d heard the conviction in her words either way. I’d broken her. Me. The tears that were falling down her face were all my fault and I felt helpless.
“I didn’t know,” it was all I could think to say. I had figured her feelings were hurt, but I had no idea that it was anything like she was describing. I’d sent her into a deep depression. So much for thinking she was better off without me. “Nora, I get why you didn’t tell me. But fuck… we made a baby together? I didn’t know.” I just kept repeating it—I couldn’t believe that she was pregnant and I never got to touch her stomach, to dream about the what could have beens together. I know she didn’t tell me because she didn’t want to feel like I only stayed around for the baby but dammit, I wish she would have.
“Of course you didn’t. You never looked back.” She pulled her arms across her chest and I watched the chill of the air pucker her skin. “You just went on and lived your life like I never existed.”
“That is not true,” I tried to explain. I stood quickly from the glider and walked over to the front door. “How could I pretend like you never existed?” I asked, reaching inside the front door to grab a jacket for her. My zip-up sweatshirt I wrapped around her shoulders when I returned was the least I could do. “I thought about you all the time.”
She tugged the jacket around her and shook her head.
“I did,” I promised, wrapping my arms around her. She let her head rest against my chest and I wanted to hold her until she felt better. Until I felt better. Learning what she had went through and trying to take it all in would have meant holding on to her until the end. It was too much to process. “I might not have contacted you, but it wasn’t because I didn’t want to. I thought I was doing the right thing. I… fuck, Nora, if I would have known, I would have reached out to you. I really did think it would be easier if I just let you live your life. “
“My life was you,” she said, her voice cracking. She turned out of my hug and I felt empty. I might have wanted to hold her, but she clearly wasn’t ready. “You were it. Everything that you went and did, we’d talked about doing together. Don’t you remember?” She scooted away. I fought the urge to take her in my arms again. If she needed to get all of this off her chest then I’d let her. I think I needed to hear it just as much as she needed to say it. “I was the one that went to every race with you. Cleaned up every cut. Supported you. Dreamed about the pros. It was always supposed to be me by your side.”
“I know... I just—”
“You didn’t want your high school girlfriend tagging along and ruining your fun?”
“You know that’s not true.” I felt the heaviness in my chest increasing with every word that was said.
“Can’t reap the benefits of being a big deal with a girl back home. Definitely couldn’t if I was knocked up. Makes it hard to party all the time and sleep with whoever you want, huh?”
“It was never about that,” I said, frustrated that she would even think such a thing.
“I saw the tattoos. The list is actually shorter than I imagined,” she said. “You only put the tens on your skin, or what?” When I didn’t answer out of uncertainty as to what exactly she was referring, she continued. “The names, Reid. I’m not stupid.”
“Oh. That?” I could have argued that she was jumping to conclusions at the very moment, which she was. There was a perfectly good explanation for the list of names on my body, but it was time to be honest about what we were feeling and not argue over something so far from the point at hand.
“I don’t need to hear any excuses from you. I really didn’t come out here for an explanation of anything. I came out here to let you know why I can’t just pretend that you didn’t hurt me. I had to be medicated just to make it through the day.” She stood and pushed her arms through the arms of the sweatshirt. I followed suit and was standing in front of her before she could take a step. I took hold of her hands, surprised when she let me. “I felt weak and alone,” she stuttered. “I won’t be that girl. I won’t put myself in the position to get hurt again.”
“I was scared, all right?” I blurted out. “I was scared that I was going to fail and that you were going to be there to see it all. Is that what you want to hear?” I felt the frustrations of this entire situation burning through me as my words exited more harshly that I’d meant for them to. “I... I’m sorry. I just...” I calmed my nerves the best I could. “The responsibility of my parents giving up everything for me. The pressure from the sponsors. It was all too much and I panicked. I broke up with you because I was a prideful idiot who didn’t want the one person I loved most in the world to watch me fall on my ass.” I took her hands in mine as my words sunk in with her. “I didn’t leave you because I didn’t love you, Nora. I left because I was afraid.”
“Afraid?” she finally said. “I would have supported you know matter what, you know that?”
“From here? Would it have been fair of me to ask you to put your life on hold while I was a thousand miles away?”
“It would have been nice to have been given the option.”
“You’re right,” I answered. Her hands were still in mine and I felt like we were making progress down whatever road this was. “I should have talked to you, but we are talking now, doesn’t that count for something?” This conversation—this mix of argument and heart-to-heart was exactly what we needed. It was painful, but at the same time seemed to be resuscitating what had been lost between us.
“It does, but I don’t know if I can...” She tried to calm herself with a deep breath. “Things are so complicated. It’s not like I can just change everything in my life because we might still have feelings for each other. Our past isn’t going anywhere, Reid, and it still hurts. Seeing you hurts.”