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Authors: Julie A. Richman

Bad Son Rising (20 page)

Lily changed tact again. “And us, Zac. Our plans. We have so much we still have to do. Just liked we talked about.”

He stared into her eyes and without blinking, dropped the bomb that would destroy every dream either one of them held close. The killing blow. “There is no us.”

Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Nothing. Zac held her gaze, hoping his glare looked cold and soulless, for he was feeling both soulless and heartless, and he knew by the end of this conversation the word bastard could be added to those adjectives. Soulless, heartless bastard.

Finally, “So what you said to me in the shack the other day…” They both knew she was referring to his declaration of love.

“C’mon, Lily, be real. I would’ve said anything to get you out of there. I needed you and the kids to leave to have half a chance for any of us to survive.”

“So you don’t love me?” her words came out in a gasp.

“You know who I am.”

“No. Obviously I don’t, so why don’t you tell me.” Anger was starting to pair with her heartache.

“I used you, Lils,” calling her by her nickname, knowing it would cut deeper and yield the results he wanted. “I used you like I use everyone,” he lied.

She stood there steely-faced, but her eyes filled with tears.

Don’t cry, Lils,
he silently begged.
Please don’t cry. If you cry, I’ll fall apart and I’ll tell you the truth.

“So, what was it then? It meant nothing to you?”

He shrugged, “It was a good time. I got you to loosen up. The next guy can thank me for that.”

“The next guy?” Distraught venom raged from her eyes.

“C’mon, Lils, we had a good time, but you knew who I was from the night you met me.”

“I thought I knew who you were.” Liliana looked shell shocked by the turn of events.

“You’re a smart lady. You got it right the first time. You pegged me that very first night in Montauk.”

“So, you don’t love me?”

It was just like Liliana to go back and keep harping away at something. Like a terrier, she was so tenacious and he admired that in her, usually. He needed her out of the country, safe at home either in Newport Beach or back at Yale and the only way to do that was to decimate her, break her heart, make her doubt everything she thought to be true, constantly question if it was merely a lie. Everywhere she looked at camp needed to be filled with memories of him, every star in the African sky had to be one they had wished upon, every moment at the project had to reek of him. And it not only had to hurt like hell, it had to be maddening. It needed to be so tormenting that Liliana Castillo could not spend another moment in any place that held the slightest memory of Zac Moore.

“No Lily. I don’t love you.”

“Why Zac? You were already fucking two girls, why’d you need to do that to me?”

“You’ve seen me on the projects fixing things and taking on the problems no one else wants. I love challenges.”

With nostrils flaring, her face reddened with anger, “You’re a fucking asshole, Zac.”

Appearing calm and cool, as if there were ice coursing through his veins, “I never hid that from you, Liliana.”

“You’re not worth loving,” were the last words she spat out before turning on her heel and stalking out of his hospital room.

“You got that right,” he said to no one.

Attempting to sit up, thinking for a fleeting moment that he needed to go after her, tell her the truth, that he just needed her out of danger, that she was not only the love of his life, but his personal salvation, that he couldn’t think of any other way to get her strong willed ass out of the country than to rock her world down to the core, because anything less would not get her off the African continent.

Wracked with pain and bound by tubes and machines, his attempt to right the gross injustice ended as quickly as it began. Dizziness and nausea swept over his weakened body, thwarting his effort.

Reaching to his right, the agony of just pressing the button on his morphine pump was overwhelming. Using the call speaker, he let the nurse on duty know that the morphine wasn’t working and his pain was at an unbearable level.

As he waited for them to come and give him something that he prayed would knock him out and make him forget — forget the look in her eyes, the pleading in her voice, the pain he knew he had caused her — a gutted Zac Moore finally let himself acknowledge that he’d never see her smile again, the smile he knew he was responsible for making a regular fixture on her beautiful face. And he knew there were no pain killers strong enough to dull the agony of that loss.

His father was sitting by his bedside when he awoke. Zac looked at him, silently willing his father to tell him about Lily, let him know that she was alright.

As if understanding his son’s silent plea, “I put Lily on a plane this morning.”

“To where?” he prayed not back to their site mid-country in the Congo.

“To California.”

Zac closed his eyes. At least it hadn’t all been for naught. She was gone and she’d be safe back in Newport Beach. Lily was a survivor, he knew that. She’d get her act together with more resolve than ever and be back at Yale on her way to finishing her pre-med requirements. He knew that, too. And amid the overwhelming pain in his heart, he felt good. He would not have to worry. Liliana Castillo could certainly take care of herself in either Newport Beach, California or New Haven, Connecticut. He had totally fulfilled his promise to her father and his.

“She was destroyed, Zac. What did you say to her?” Schooner’s brows were tightly knit.

“I did what I had to do to get her out of here and on a plane, Dad.” Zac’s voice was little more than a whisper.

“I hope you weren’t cruel,” Schooner was concerned.

“I did what I had to do to get her out of here and on a plane,” Zac repeated.

“I know you were doing what you felt was right,” Schooner crossed his long legs.

“Dad, it was Lily. You know Lily. You know how tenacious and strong willed she is. She loved this project. We had decided to re-up for another TDY. She was not going to leave.” The pain in Zac’s eyes was from far more than his physical injuries.

Schooner just nodded, understanding. “Are you OK?”

Zac shook his head, “No.”

“I’m sorry, Zac. And I’m sorry that Berto and I put you in this position.”

“Truth is, Dad, I’m probably the only one who could’ve gotten her out of here. I just need to focus on that and on knowing that she’s going to be safe now.”

Fighting hard to control tears he desperately wanted to shed, Zac was proud at how noble he had become, but the price was ripping him to shreds.

“It doesn’t have to be over, Zac. Call her when you get home.” Schooner was going into pep talk mode.

Shaking his head, “That horse has left the barn. There’s no going back from what was said. We’re over.”

“Never say never,” Schooner smiled, giving his son one of those brilliant Moore smiles.

“Trust me on this one, Dad. This one cannot be resurrected. She’s gone. And I’m just going to have to deal.”

Looking at his dad, Zac could see old ghosts in Schooner’s eyes and knew he was recounting the pain he had felt when he had lost Mia. It was decades before the two reunited. “I understand and I’m so sorry. I’d like to tell you that it gets better, because it does, but everybody’s way of coping and healing is different.”

Zac nodded and the two men were silent for a while.

“She’s the first girl I loved,” Zac began to talk. “Isn’t that funny, I’ve had girls chasing me my whole life, but none of them ever got to me in the way that this girl did. I just wanted to make her happy. I’ve never cared about someone I dated or was sleeping with that way. But Lily… seeing her smile was like my personal hold on the sun. I felt every smile in my heart,” and finally the tears began to flow, “and now it feels like I’m lost in darkness and I don’t know if I even want to find my way out, Dad.”

Rising from his chair, Schooner put the side rail down on Zac’s bed to sit on the edge. Taking his son’s hand in his as if in an attempt to transfer all his strength to the younger man, Schooner held onto Zac as tightly as he could, letting his son shed the tears of the harrowing trauma and all that had been ripped from him in recent days.

Finally, the older man spoke, “You are the strongest man I know, and don’t laugh when I say this, the most honorable.”

Zac smiled through his tears at his father’s statement.

“It’s true,” Schooner went on. “What you have been through and what you have sacrificed are more than I have seen any man endure or relinquish in my lifetime. When I tell you I am proud of you, those words don’t do justice to what I’m feeling in my heart. What we can’t do here is not address what happened and the trauma not only to your body, but the long term effects it’s going to have on you psychologically and emotionally.”

Zac nodded as tears continued to stream down his cheeks.

“So, you need to be open to ensuring it’s not just your body that heals, Zac, because realistically, that might be the easiest mountain we have to climb.” Squeezing his son’s hand tighter, “Never for a moment forget that you won’t be climbing those mountains alone. You have a family who is going to be with you every step of the way, through good days and really shitty ones, and we’re going to make sure that you get all the help you need to deal with what you have been through, OK.”

Again, Zac nodded, unable to speak through his emotion.

“And on days when you feel like you’re in the dark and don’t know if you want to find your way out, we’ll send in the reinforcements,” he stopped and smiled, “Heckle and Jeckle.”

Zac laughed.

Just as Zac had to pull out the big guns with Liliana, Schooner was pulling out the big guns with Zac — Nathaniel and Portia.

“If those two ever lost their big brother, they would be destroyed. They worship you, Zac. And rightly so. You’re a big brother they can look up to and they love you with all their hearts.”

“I feel the same about them,” Zac finally spoke.

Schooner had pushed the right button. The thing Zac needed to focus on to pull him out of the weeds was his family and more specifically, his role as big brother to Natie and Po. They were his talismans and Schooner knew Zac would never want to let them down or cause a moment of heartache for either of them.

“I’m sorry I had to break her heart, Dad.”

“I’m just sorry it was at the expense of yours.” Schooner looked at his son with sad eyes.

Chapter Eighteen
Christmas Eve
The Moore’s SoHo Loft
New York City

“Stop jumping on your brother,” Mia yelled out from the loft’s open kitchen as she prepared hors d’oeuvres for the night’s holiday gathering.

After an arduous, but successful, rehab in Germany, Zac returned home in time for the holidays. Sensing, without truly understanding the devastating circumstances of nearly losing their big brother, Natie and Po refused to leave his side and were often found on top of him.

Taking on the role of nurse, Portia made him tea and snacks and relegated the role of orderly to Nathaniel, having him bring pillows and blankets and retrieve the television remote for Zac so that their big brother would not have to get up from the couch. The two little ones could be found flanking their older brother in bed every morning, although they had begun the night in their own beds. With the sixth sense of siblings, the younger Moores understood that they were key to expediting their big brother’s recuperation.

The elevator to the loft opened, delivering a package-laden Schooner Moore bundled in a down jacket, blue plaid cashmere scarf and a black knit cap pulled down to his eyes.

“Daddy,” Natie and Po jumped off the couch in unison to greet him.

Emerging from the kitchen and planting a kiss on her husband’s frosty cold lips, Mia grabbed the day’s mail off the top of the packages he was carrying and sat down on the couch to open the stack of newly arrived holiday cards.

Sitting down to join them, “How are you feeling today?” Schooner inquired of his older son.

“Pretty good, because I drank Portia’s magic tea,” he smiled at his little sister and then to his dad, “I feel like a barometer. I swear I could feel the change in the weather. I knew exactly when the cold front was coming through, even before it blew through today. I could totally feel it at the wound sites. They burned like crazy.”

“Not surprising, we see that often with clients that have had injuries or suffer from inflammatory diseases.”

“Read it, Mommy,” Nathaniel begged.

“OK,” Mia began, “Once a year, when the snow is high, comes eight reindeer through the sky. Delivering gifts to girls and boys, candy, presents and lots of toys. Wishing you a very happy holiday, The Simon Family.”

“I get this one,” Portia announced.

“No Po, mine,” Nathaniel countered.

“Portia, I think this one is Natie’s. You get the next one. There’s plenty tonight.” Mia held up the stack of mail.

Handing Nathaniel the card, he ran over to the fireplace and looked back at his father for help. Schooner rose from the couch with a smile and swept the toddler up in one arm. Nathaniel deftly opened the card and placed it on the ribbon adorning the mantle, joining the other holiday greetings.

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