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She leads me back to my bed, lying down beside me. “I can’t believe this is happening Beth. One minute I’m with Gabe so happy, engaged, and the next, I feel as though my heart’s been ripped out.”
“What are you going to do now?” Beth asks me. As though, I have the answer. What I really want to do is turn the clock back and to have never come here tonight.
Taking my phone out from the back of my jeans pocket, Beth just looks at me, “Who are you ringing?”
“Gabe.” I whisper.
“Sis, are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“I have to know he’s okay.” Then I let out a laugh, “At least as okay as can be.”
I hear his rough voice as he answers, “Gabe?” I just about whisper, the tears flow freely down my face.
“Bree. Baby.” His voice sounds tear filled as he replies.
Taking a deep breath, “I just needed to hear your voice. I didn’t tell you how much I love you, before you left.”
“God, Bree, you bring me to my knees.” He says, crying. “We can’t do this. If we have to carry on, I can’t do this if I keep hearing your voice. It’s killing me. I love you and always will.” He hangs up on me.
I break down into sobs against Beth who’s crying with me. After relaying what he said to Beth, she agrees with him. “You can’t keep ringing him Bree. You’ve spoken to him and yes he’s upset, but continuing to talk to each other won’t help and will probably, only make it worse.”
“Will you ask Travis to go over and make sure he’s okay? I don’t want him being alone.”
Beth takes my phone from me and rings Travis, who, as it happens, was getting his boots on to head over to Gabe’s cabin.
Chapter 18
GABE
Hanging up from talking to Bree, I walk through to the bathroom to wash my face. All that has happened seems unreal. One minute we’re engaged to be married and she’s planning on moving home to the cabin with me and the next she’s my sister. Stumbling at this thought, I rest my elbows on the counter in the bathroom and put my head in my hands.
Taking some deep breaths, I turn the taps on and splash water over my face. Grabbing a towel, I dry off and exit the bathroom only to stop dead. Travis is stood in my cabin.
“Thought I better come and check you’re okay.” He says, never taking his eyes from my face.
Sighing, “I’ve been better.” Walking over to my favorite chair, I nod towards another. “What you really doing here Travis?”
“I’m here to make sure you’re okay, like I said. Bree also wanted me to check on you.” I can’t stop the pain from flashing in my eyes when he mentions Bree. “Beth’s with her. She won’t speak to Mom or Dad.” Sitting back in his chair he looks at me and curses, “What a fine bloody mess.”
I rest my head on the back of the chair, “Tell me about it. I love her Travis, that isn’t going to change because of what David admitted.”
“I know that. Mom wants you to come back up to the house; she has something to say to both you and Bree.”
Shaking my head, “I can’t be around there Travis. It’ll kill me seeing Bree, not being able to touch her.” I get choked up, “Knowing I’ll not be able to again.”
“Fuck. Gabe I wish there was something I could do.” Standing up looking ready to leave, “Please come back with me and listen to what they have to say.”
Not really sure I have it in me, I stand and grab my coat from the floor, where I left it when I got home and follow Travis out of the cabin.
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Walking back into the kitchen very nearly crushes me; the scene of my current heart ache. I long to walk up the stairs to take Bree into my arms and just hold her, comfort her.
Martha and David are sat at the kitchen table holding hands. They both look pale and nervous. I remove my coat and place it over the back of the chair in front of me.
Hearing movement on the stairs my heart flips, knowing it’s going to be Bree. I can’t stop my head from turning in her direction. As she walks into the room she lifts her head and sees me. Before I can do anything, she’s in my arms, sobbing her heart out. She wraps her arms around my neck and holds me as tight as I’m holding her. I bury my face in her neck and let my tears fall.
After a few minutes, David clears his throat, “Both of you sit down, we need to talk to you.” I lift my head and grab a couple of tissues using one to wipe Bree’s tears and one for my own. I sit down at the table and thinking nothing of it; I pull Bree down onto my lap, where she cuddles into me.
