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I only started to relax when I drove past the large billboard welcoming me to Mansfield, home of the University of Connecticut, population almost 27,000. It was only then that I noticed my heart had been beating on overdrive, and now that I felt I was safe and had begun to calm down, it was starting to slow its pace and announce its anger with shooting pain in my chest. I fought to keep my hands steady and the car on the road, the adrenaline coursing through me diminishing to a point where my body was starting to slowly shut down. I didn’t stop, though. I knew that if I did, I’d break down in tears and probably never make the last few miles home.
Mansfield hadn’t changed much from the last time I had been here. It was the middle of the spring semester, and students were everywhere, even this late at night. I had to admit, it kept the town pretty lively, although I missed the old days when I could recognize every face I passed by in the street.
The closer I got to home, the calmer I felt. I drove down Storrs Road at a leisurely pace, no longer constantly checking the rear-view mirror for signs of Dennis following me. I even began to smile a little as I turned down Spring Hills Road, my eyes welling up with tears, my hands now shaking uncontrollably. By the time I reached the house, I was crying freely. I parked in the driveway behind Bobby’s truck, turned off the ignition, and rested my head against the steering wheel. I wrapped my arms around my shoulders and let the waterworks flow.
For the first time in forever, I felt good.
I don’t know how long I stayed like that, but when I finally looked up, Bobby was making his way to me, and thankfully with a wide smile on his face. I opened the door, climbed out and broke into tears again when he wrapped his arms around me. I cried like I had never cried before, and suddenly felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. The fear that I was making a mistake, the dread of Dennis looking for me and eventually finding me, all that slipped away like a bad dream.
“Hey, easy,” Bobby whispered, pressing me tighter into his embrace. “You’re okay. You’re home.”
That only made me cry harder.
***
“So, what happened?”
We were sitting in the kitchen, a hot mug of coffee nestled between my hands, and the gentle sound of Sinatra on the radio. It took me back to when I was ten or eleven, when my father would be attempting to cook me breakfast before I had to race off to school. Looking at Bobby now, resting against the kitchen counter with his arms folded across his chest, the similarity was uncanny. He had grown into the one man I had let down the most in my life.
But there was something else there. There was something in Bobby’s eyes I had never seen in my father’s since the day I told him I was marrying Dennis. Love. Support. Care. Everything I had hoped to find and had been worried I’d not.
This was the first time to set foot in my childhood home since the day my father kicked me out. Even after my mother’s funeral, I had decided to skip on the wake and just go home. I couldn’t bring myself to walk in here without my parents welcoming me back. Besides, Bobby didn’t do much to stop me from leaving. A part of me had hoped he’d at least offer that I stay for the night, an offer I knew I would refuse. But, in the end, he had let me go.
Which made this all very bittersweet.
“Andrea?”
I blinked rapidly and shook myself out of my daydreams, looking up at Bobby with a weak smile. “Sorry,” I whispered. “Just, lost myself a little, I guess.”
Bobby nodded. “Strange being home?”
“Yeah, and that,” I admitted, sipping from my coffee. “Never thought I’d be back, you know?”
Bobby sighed, pulled out a chair and sat down at the kitchen table opposite me. He looked around the kitchen and pursed his lips. “They never stopped worrying about you, you know that?” He looked at me. “Mom and dad. They never stopped thinking about you, praying for you, telling their friends that their daughter was doing alright even when they knew you weren’t. Shame how things ended between you.”
“It was my fault,” I admitted, going again for the weak smile although tears threatened to explode from my eyes. “I pushed them away. I was stupid, didn’t see what was right in front of me, and was dumb enough not to let them help me.” I closed my eyes and shook my head, frustrated at how things had turned out to be. “I guess I deserve what Dennis does to me.”
Bobby leaned over and grabbed my hand, squeezing tight. “No one deserves a life like that, Andrea,” he said. “Whatever mistakes you made, you definitely don’t deserve to be punished for them. Not like this.”
A tear raced down one cheek, and I fought back a sob. “I just can’t do it anymore, you know?” My eyes burned, and I knew it would be only a matter of time before I broke down crying again. “I can’t take the verbal abuse, the late nights wondering where he was and silently praying he was dead, the beatings that made me want to slit my wrists just to be done with it all. I can’t, Bobby. Not anymore.”
“I know,” he said, gently squeezing my hand again. “You don’t have to. You’re home, Andrea, and I’m here with you. That son of a bitch won’t ever lay a hand on you again, you hear me?”
“I’m scared,” I admitted, biting my lip. “I’m scared of what he’ll do to me when he finds me. He used to beat me just because I forgot to remind him about the game or got him the wrong brand of beer. What do you think he’ll do when he comes home and doesn’t find me?”
Bobby’s grip tightened, and I could see the anger in his eyes. “He’ll look for you,” he said. “That’s what Dennis will probably do. Look for you. And you know what? I hope he does. I hope he finds you. Because when he does, when he comes to get you, I’ll be waiting for him. I’ll make sure he can’t move, let alone beat his own dick.”
I chuckled, and Bobby smiled.
“You’re an idiot,” I said, smacking his hand away. For a second, I felt like I was back in high school, laughing at one of his outrageous jokes while my mother glared at him from across the table. What I would do to go back to that.
“Tell you what,” he said. “I don’t want you to worry about Dennis anymore, okay? Tomorrow I’ll find you a divorce lawyer, someone good. I don’t care the cost. We’ll also call Jeremy and get you a restraining order.”
“Jeremy Kimbel? He’s with the police now?”
“Go figure, right?” Bobby chuckled. “Who would have thought shy little Jeremy would be a cop. But he’s one of the best in Mansfield. Respected as hell, too. Helped me out whenever I needed it, so I trust him.”
“Don’t you need to go to court for a restraining order? I don’t think Jeremy could just pull one out of his drawer.”
