Choices (New Beginnings #1) (17 page)

Eighteen

Michaela was standing in front of the mirror in her room when Jason walked up behind her. He put his arms around her, and she leaned back against his chest and closed her eyes.

"Are you ready to go home tomorrow?" he asked.

Michaela turned and wrapped her arms around Jason's neck. She tilted her head up to look at him. His smile grew out of nothingness and he leaned down to kiss her. Michaela thought she'd never tire of his lips, his arms. It was still hard to believe it was real. She’d never had someone look at her like all he wanted to do was take care of her. He was with her in spite of who her family was, not because of it.

All Michaela wanted was to be with him. She didn't understand why she couldn't just be happy to be going back to the city with him. They finally had a shot. She knew she’d be happy with that, but it still didn't feel right.

"I'm not him," Chris had said. "It's how you feel about them that makes them your family. Not how they feel about you." Was he right? If she left, was she any better than her father? Time and time again, her parents hadn’t chosen her, so why should she have to choose them? They’d let her down more than a few times.

Michaela couldn't help but wonder if this was their one chance to be a family. She kissed Jason again, lingering against his lips.

"Jason, I need to tell you something."

"What is it?" His lips tilted down into a worried frown when he saw the look on her face.

"I can't do it."

"What are you talking about?" He pushed her hair out of her face and she leaned her cheek into the palm of his hand.

"My family. They need me right now. I don't think I can leave."

"How much longer do you want us to stay?" he asked. She smiled at his offer but she knew it wasn't right.

"You need to get back," she said. "Tell me the truth, you were supposed to be back already, weren't you? You have a business to run."

He nodded, not taking his eyes from hers.

"I ..." The words caught in her throat. "I don't know how long I'll be here. I know the city isn't that far away, but it'll still be hard. I can't do that to you. I’ll be back there, but it could be months. I can't ask you to wait for me." She held back the sob that threatened to push past her lips. The tears were standing in her eyes, but they had yet to spill over.

Jason looked down at her and a smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. He put his fingers under her chin and tilted it up before leaning down and kissing her softly.

"I'd wait forever for you," he whispered, barely removing his lips from hers.   ###

Michaela awoke wrapped in Jason's arms. The sun was already coming through her window and she buried her face in Jason's chest to keep it from hurting her eyes. He stirred, but didn't wake. A soft tapping on the door made Michaela lift her head again. She squinted her eyes and groaned as she untangled her legs from Jason's. She didn't realize he’d woken up until he pulled her back onto the bed and into his arms.

"Not time to get up yet," he mumbled, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

"Someone's at the door," she laughed, trying to pull herself free.

"Tell them to go away."

"It's probably just a maid telling us breakfast is ready or something." She managed to slip from his arms and jump to her feet before he could pull her back. She padded across the room and opened the door. She was surprised to find her mother on the other side.

"Mom," Michaela said, stepping out into the hall and shutting the door behind her. She was an adult and still felt weird about being caught with a boy in her room.

"We need to talk," her mother said before turning on her heel and marching away, expecting Michaela to follow. They walked in silence until they stepped into the dining room.

"Coffee," Michaela said, "thank God."

They each got their coffee and sat across from each other at the table. Neither of them knew what to say. It was her mother who wanted to talk but she wasn't even looking at Michaela.

"So ..." Michaela said.

"I don't want you to stay," her mother blurted.

Michaela stared at her in shock. "What the hell?"

Her mother raised her eyes slowly to meet her daughter's gaze. "Oh, Michaela, dear. That kind of language does not become a lady."

"I'm sorry, mother." The sarcasm was practically dripping from her words. "But you just told me you don't want me here. I should have known. You know what? You're selfish." Michaela stood and walked around the table to look down at her mom. "Yeah, that's exactly what you are. This isn't about you. Dad needs all of us."

Her mother stared at her with wide eyes before burying her face in her hands. She was silent, but Michaela saw her back heave slightly as if her mom was crying. She didn't know what to do. She’d never seen her mom cry before. The woman was tough and stoic, not emotional.

Finally, Michaela pulled out the chair next to her sobbing mother and sat down. She reached over tentatively and patted her back. "Mom," she said. "It's going to be okay."

After a few more uncomfortable moments, Michaela's mother wiped her eyes and looked at her daughter. "A mother should never have to bury her child, Michaela. I came so very close to having to do just that."

"But you didn't, Mom."

"Please just let me speak," she said. "This isn't easy for me. You know, more than anyone, that I am not good at talking about how I feel. When I saw you in that hospital bed, something inside of me broke. I’m ashamed to say I lost faith in you, but I didn't think you were ever going to wake up. I started to think about all of the times I've let you down - pretty much every day of your childhood. I wasn't the mother you deserved."

"You were fine, Mom." Michaela didn't know what else to say.

"Don't lie to me, Michaela," her mother responded with a sigh. "Chris told me what Ethan did to you."

"That wasn't your fault," Michaela said quietly.

"But it was. All of it. We tried to push you onto that path and it was wrong. That's why I won't allow you to stay. This isn't your life and I don't want it to be."

"I can't just leave." Michaela's tears were dripping from her chin onto her shirt but she didn't bother to wipe them away. "Dad needs us."

"Your father will be fine."

"But, Chris is staying. This isn't his life either."

"Your brother is taking up the position that should’ve been his years ago. This is his life. The firm has put the plans for opening the New York offices on hold, but only for a little while. He'll be back in the city. Right now, this is where he wants to be."

"What if it's where I want to be?"

"Dear," Michaela's mom said, reaching out and touching her cheek. "It isn't. You're going to start on your own path. Come here." She reached her arms out and Michaela melted into them. It was the kind of hug she’d always wished for when she was a kid, yearning for her mother to love her. She knew this was as far as it went. Her mom wouldn't actually say the words, but it was enough for now.

Michaela found Chris waiting outside the dining room. She could tell by his face that he’d been listening but she didn't care. She sighed as he wrapped an arm around her and started walking.

"Just remember," he said. "If you break anything in my apartment before I come back, I'll be forced to take action."

He grinned, and Michaela socked him in the stomach before heading upstairs to shower.  

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Grabbing her coat from where it was draped over the bed post, Michaela pulled her suitcase out into the hall.  She looked for a maid, but there was no one to help her.

"I got this," she said to herself. She was still hurting from the accident, but she ignored the pain as she thumped the case down the stairs. About halfway down, there was a curve in the stairs. Michaela tried to turn her suitcase, but it snagged on the railing and she lost her grip. She shrieked in surprise as the case tumbled end over end down the rest of the steps. It landed at the bottom with a loud thud and Chris came running in from the living room.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Michaela let out a stunned laugh and then she couldn't stop. "Perfect," she managed in between fits.

Jason came rushing in from outside where he was packing the car. "I heard some banging in here. What's going on?" He looked from the suitcase to Michaela to Chris.

"Oh, you know." Michaela was still laughing. "Just throwing things down the stairs. It's a favorite pastime of mine."

"I see." Jason grinned and walked towards the stairs. He held his arms out to lift Michaela down the rest of the way and she relaxed into him. He set her on her feet and looked at the suitcase again.

"Going somewhere?" He gave her a hopeful look.

"Just thought I'd go for a drive into the city," she answered. "Know anyone going that way?"

"You're coming with me?"

Michaela didn't answer him with words. Instead she just stared at him, one side of her lips tilted up, and nodded slowly. He pulled her against him in one quick movement and kissed her as if he would do it forever, never letting go.

"I love you, you know," Jason said.

"I know," Michaela smiled. "I think I've loved you since you first held me in your arms. It just took me a while to realize it."

They said their goodbyes and, as they were driving away, Michaela realized that she felt free for the first time in her life. It wasn't the freedom that comes with breaking away from something. She wasn't running from her family anymore. It was the freedom that comes with realizing she didn't want to run from them anymore. She didn't have to escape one world to live in another. She could have both, and she would.

Jason reached over and took Michaela's hand in his as they focused on the road ahead of them.

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The End

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Acknowledgements

There are a lot of things that go into the publication of a book. It isn’t just one person sitting down at a computer and hammering out a manuscript and I am glad for that. I’d never want to do this alone, and thanks to the people in my life, I never have to.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t first thank God for the love of reading that led to my writing. He’s also blessed me with a family that supports me and gives me plenty to write about. Luckily, they are a hell of a lot more functional than Michaela or Jason’s families. I wouldn’t have the opportunity to do what I love if it wasn’t for them.

I’ve been lucky enough to have some amazing friends over the years - thanks for the use of your names, even when the characters are nothing like you (which is a good thing in most cases).

My editor, Patrick - you were a godsend for this comma deficient girl.

My beta readers came in at a point where I was doubting my story and they made me believe in it again. Kayla, Michelle, Kimberly, Bethany, Kristen - you guys were invaluable.

I have to thank my writer’s group, YAAR. Over the past year, you all have become good friends of mine. You keep me going when this all just seems too hard. I might still write if I didn’t know all of you, but I wouldn’t have nearly as much fun doing it.

And finally, you, the reader. Thank you for sticking with me. Your support means everything.

About Michelle

              Michelle grew up in Ohio but decided she was allergic to the cold weather and now lives in Florida. When she isn’t writing, she spends most of her time hanging out with her family - parents, two sisters, brother-in-law, and the most adorable niece in the world. She loves the freedom that can be derived from books. The freedom to be whoever you choose and do amazing things. She can often be found lost in another world. Outside of her fiction worlds, she is an avid hockey fan and a TV nerd. She also loves to swim and generally just have a good time.