Chapter 45: Chapter Forty-five

Your war is my war. We’ll go hand in hand through the fire and mountains. Anything that stands in our way, they better be prepared. We’ll fight everything that becomes an obstacle to our love, until there’s nothing left and we become the enemies of ourselves.

Calm yourself, Rachel. Don’t do anything rash; you’ll end up changing your name and will have to hide on an isolated island. You’ll have to abandon this town and your family all because of one foolish act. Get your head straight!

Shaking off the shameful images in my head, I grinned down at Harvey. “Ah, don’t worry about that, Harv. I’ll go talk to her…” And probably say a thing or two to Chad. I grabbed a glass of wine and sauntered over to them.

My plan to sneak my way to his side failed when he spotted me right away. A huge smile spread across his lips as he beckoned to me. Forcing a happy-camper grin, I let him wrap an arm around my shoulder. Heather merely stared at us, as if she wasn’t affected. Is she even affected by this at all? Has she found another guy as well?

Wondering how fast her moving-on skills were, Chad decided to pull me even closer. “Hey, Heather. I’m sure you remember Rachel Maxwell…” If you ask me, I remember her taking my phone in her inebriated state.

“Of course!” Her dashing smile was directed at me, it made me feel uneasy. “Who wouldn’t know the famous Rachel Maxwell?” Then, she returned her gaze to the handsome man beside me. “Wait, are you dating her?”

“It’s a secret, Heather.” Chad laughed lowly. “Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise.”

My lips were in a thin line, the thought of explaining and getting out of this situation now dispersed. Heather looked slightly surprised, but by the looks of it, she somehow expected it.

“Oh. Is that so? Well, I’ll try to act surprised once it’s out.”

“I appreciate it, Heather.”

Why are they being so friendly? They used to be lovers, right? Isn’t she feeling the awkwardness?

Walking away with the plate of cheesecake, Heather disappeared into the rest of the crowd. Chad and I stood there, watching. It was only when a guest bumped into me that I returned my focus back to reality. Turning to Chad, I whispered, “Hey… I thought we were keeping it a secret.”

He waved dismissively. “It’s okay, Rachel. She won’t tell a single soul. She’s that type of woman.” What? That type of woman?

“What do you mean?” I asked, which was more of a demand. Chad didn’t answer right away, just remained quiet. This made me feel suspicious towards him; thoughts of Chad having feelings for Heather made me jealous. But when did he even break up with her? Was it when he was pursuing me? Or was it after that charity party?

Did they even have a serious relationship?

Tapping his shoulder, I gazed up at Chad and waited for his reply. When he gave one, he had a reassuring smile on his face. “Heather’s the kind of girl who has a lot of skeletons in her closet. She’ll keep those skulls and bones forever hidden until they reveal themselves.”

Catching sight of Harvey approaching, I immediately separated myself from Chad and greeted the boy. Our conversation can wait. “Yes, Harv? About that woman, don’t worry about it.”

“Sis, Mom and Dad’s looking for you.”

The Thanksgiving party had started and everyone was having a great time, the way I could see it. Boredom was slowly seeping in, the dance floor occupied by old people dancing to a tune that was probably older than them. Mom and Dad, who called me just to introduce another one of their friends, were also dancing, huge smiles on their faces, as if Harvey wasn’t kidnapped. The boy was even happily munching on the cake. Earlier, guests had expressed their grief and relief that Harvey was back once more. Some even cried on my shoulder, scared that they’d lose me.

I barely even know them.

The urge to pee came and I swiftly dodged people, heading for the bathroom. But when I pushed the door open, Heather’s pretty face greeted me. She was in the middle of reapplying her lipstick when she shot me a smile.

“Hello, Miss Maxwell.”

Learning from Mom not to be a rude hostess, I returned the smile while hurriedly heading for the toilet. In the middle of doing my business, I heard her sigh.

“So, you’re dating Chad Montgomery… Not that I’m that surprised.”

I maintained silence, not knowing what to reply. Nevertheless, she continued, “If I were you… I’d just try and leave him. He’s not worth your time, Rachel.”

After flushing, I pushed the door open and stared at her nonchalantly. “Why? Because you want to have him back? Do you still have feelings for him?” Not expecting her to laugh it off, I furrowed my eyebrows. “What’s so funny?”

“Please, I don’t want to get back to him… There was never anything between us anyway. We were more like…friends with benefits?” She puckered her lips at the mirror. “I have to say, I was quite surprised when he said he wanted to date you. I thought it was some joke, since he never liked stiff women. Also said that women involved with business are no fun at all.”

“I remember him telling me that,” I admitted.

Heather nodded. “Yes, that man’s taste is women who are carefree party animals. He’s quite a child sometimes, it made my headache.”

“Cut the bullshit, Heather. What are you trying to say?”

Her smile even grew wider. “And here I thought you were some sort of prude. Not going to lie about that, though.” From smiling, her expression turned grim. “But from one woman to another, I suggest you leave him. You’re just wasting your time with him, even if it’s just a fleeting thing. He may seem boyfriend material right now, some guy you could bring home and meet your parents, but he’s different.”

I frowned. “What are you talking about?”

The cap of the lipstick back on, she threw it in her purse and checked herself out in the mirror once more. “You’re heartbroken because of that ex-fiancé of yours, right? Take my advice—a woman whose heart has been broken over, and over again should leave Chad as soon as possible. You’ll be in trouble if you don’t.”

As she was about to leave, I grabbed her arm to stop her. “What? Why would I be in trouble? Are you doing this because you want to?”

Heather shook her head. “No. I’m just giving you one of the bones I keep locked up. Better make use of it.” Before I could say another word, she broke free from my grasp and left. Slightly stunned by her words, I leaned against the wall and tried to gather my thoughts.

Was that woman serious? What was she trying to say? That Chad’s a villain? That he’s not the man I know now? What the hell?

Slowly, I walked out and went to a secluded spot that looked out across the dancefloor. The sand in the hourglass was softly emptying. The wine in my glass was now almost gone. The sky outside grew darker, the music getting louder while the party kept on going.

There I was, alone at the side just watching, not knowing where Harvey, Dad, Mom, or even Chad were. It was usually like this, the house very crowded whenever a party started. And it was sort of strange, that instead of wild teenagers, they were the respected people of Cleveland.

Requesting another glass of wine—which was possibly my fifth—I let out a small, angry sigh, when the man who was supposed to serve the wine ignored my waving hand.

Is he blind or something?

Letting go of the wall I held for support, I giggled as my legs wobbled. I almost hit the ground face-flat but two strong hands grabbed me by the shoulder and steadied me. “Hey, easy with the drinks there!” Knowing very well who it was, I grinned up sloppily at Chad and wrapped my arms around his neck. Whatever Heather said, I have plenty of time to think about it.

“Hey, Chad…”

“What are you doing getting drunk? Where are your parents?” While he was busy scanning the ocean of faces, I was busy checking his lovely face out. Worries of being seen with him were not in my mind right now—in fact, that spot was vacant. All that was running through my head was the realization that I had a very good-looking boyfriend. What was wrong with him for Heather to say those words? He seems very harmless!

“I’m not drunk, dear! I’m just a bit tipsy, that’s all.”

“Rachel, where are your parents?” he questioned once again, louder this time. “You should get to bed. You’ll probably do something stupid in this state.” Pouting at the man, I let him lead me up the stairs secretly. All the people were on the dancefloor, wanting to know who the better dancer was. Humming a random tune as we walked up the stairs, I mumbled incoherent words that even I couldn’t make out.

“Where’s your room, Rach?”

Pointing the direction, I stumbled a few times until we arrived at the door. As Chad was about to push it open, I blocked the doorway and grinned. “You sly boy… I’m not letting you in. I can handle it from here.”

The concerned expression on his face was adorable to stare at. “Are you sure? You look like you could keel over at any moment.” I shook my head, waved goodnight and headed inside. Despite it snowing outside, it was very warm inside the house. Not bothering to take my clothes off, I leaped onto the bed and sighed contentedly.

“Rachel…”

“I want to sleep, Chad…”

I could imagine him shaking his head at me. “You’re still in your dress, at least change!” Sitting up, I narrowed my eyes at him before smiling coyly. “What’s that? You want to undress me? What for?”

Chad rolled his eyes and walked over to me. “Just remove the dress, then you can sleep.” It took time and effort for Chad to finally remove the dress. I was merely humming and laughing in my underwear while he did the work. By the time he placed the dress on the side, I snatched his arm and pulled him down with me.

“Oof! Hey, Rachel…” he muttered softly, “I have to go. My parents will find me.”

“No…” I groaned in protest, however it was weak. “Stay.” It was too late and driving back home sounded exhausting. “Stay, Chad…”

“Rachel, I really have to go,” he whispered. “I can visit you tomorrow at the office.” Sleep was dancing in my eyes, taunting me. But I wasn’t ready to give up yet. Wrapping my whole body around his own, like two halves put together, I breathed in the scent of him. “At least stay until I fall asleep…”

“Fine…”

Happy, I snuggled further against him and succumbed to sleep. He took the blanket and wrapped it over us, sheltering us from the bitter cold. Just as tiredness was about to claim me, I didn’t forget and mumbled, “Thank you.” And I swore, I felt him smile and kiss me on the forehead. My dream was filled with blue eyes and charming smiles—it was the best dream I’d ever had.

***

The worst thing that could happen to a woman of my age was to wake up with a pounding headache. It was like a hammer breaking my skull. However, it was second only to having cramps during your period. I sat up and ran a hand through my messy hair, strands blocking my sight.

Oh god…

Memories of last night came flooding back, from the party to Chad tucking me in bed. But what kept ringing in my head was Heather’s words. Wrapping the blanket around my body, I headed straight for the bathroom to rinse myself clean from yesterday’s events. My breath still smells like wine and food.

Water raining down at me, I placed both of my hands against the wall and started thinking deeply. The beat of the drops falling on my head giving me peace of mind. It’s true to me that the perfect place to think is the bathroom. It’s very silent.

What does she mean, I’m just wasting time on Chad? Was she even telling the truth? Is she questioning my feelings for Chad? Or was it the other way around?

Just the thought of Chad, another man, breaking my heart washed a wave of sadness over me. The last time I tried to pursue a relationship had ended badly. If it wasn’t for that scandal, I would’ve entered a preposterous marriage. Nathan and I would be arguing about a lot of things that would turn out to be nonsense in the end. I didn’t want that.

After the bath, I hurriedly dressed for work. The image of paperwork piling higher than Mount Everest made me groan as I put on my shoes. Despite the headache I was carrying, I still took my bag and double-checked to see if everything was in place before heading down for breakfast. Mom and Dad were already at the table, eyes brighter than the sun. It was like they hadn’t been dancing all night with their guests. In fact, the house was spotless, not a trace of the Thanksgiving party held last night.

“Good morning, Rachel!”

It was the same greetings, the same pancakes and the same smiles. Life at this point was almost boring and I was craving time with Chad. Did he get home safely last night?

All thoughts of Chad went back to Heather’s warning. Tucking back a stray hair, I took my fork and stabbed the pancake that was innocently smiling at me, because of hearing the same words over again. To me, it was just another normal routine, but for my parents, I was already behaving weirdly.

“What’s wrong, Rachel? Why did you do that? You don’t like it?”

“Mom, everything’s fine.” I laughed lightly at how shocked she was. “I’m just feeling a bit…frustrated.” I mean, who wouldn’t be if their head was pounding like a drum and their boyfriend’s ex had spouted dizzying words?

But instead of letting it go like she usually did, Mom pried further. “Are you sure? Why are you feeling frustrated? Is it because of work? Last night?”

I shook my head, ignoring the words of Heather that kept playing. “Nope. It’s nothing, Mom… I’m all right, really.” Just please don’t ask another question…

“Leave her be, Helen.” Dad sighed. “She’s probably just tired. It’s too early for you to do an interrogation.” Both of them laughed and afterwards. It was once silent again. Halfway through breakfast, sleepy Harvey finally came in, yawning.

“What did I miss?” He wiped his tired eyes before taking the seat across from me. Mom, being chirpy as ever, decided to entertain the boy by telling him jokes. Harvey, who was still debating whether to eat or sleep, perked up and listened to Mom. The noise of Dad flipping the page of his newspaper, Mom and Harvey chatting, and the utensils hitting the plate filled the room.

Not to mention, Heather’s words echoing in my head.

The chair’s legs scraping the floor, I stood with eyes wide and yelled in irritation, “It’s damn noisy here! Keep it down!”

Silence swept through the dining room, faces painted with shock. I was even stunned by my actions. I never once yelled like this, especially during mealtimes. Never. Realizing who I’d yelled at, I covered my whole face in shame. What the hell have I done?

“Rachel!” Dad frowned at me in obvious anger. “What is the meaning of this? Why are you yelling?” His booming voice shattered the deafening silence, but I would rather than have him being eerily quiet. “What’s wrong? Why are you being like this?!” Mom motioned for the staff to leave, including Harvey. He was reluctant to do so, but with one look from Mom, he quickly scrammed.

“Dad, I’m sorry… I apologize, this won’t happen again—”

“Rachel! We never raised you to be like this.” Mom looked hurt. “Are you experiencing pain? You can tell me, dear. I’ll understand! Are you having your period or anything?”

“No! I’m all right, Mom…” I heaved a sigh, it was too early to deal with this. “I’m just tired and my head’s aching right now. I apologize for yelling and I promise it won’t happen again. I’m really sorry, Mom and Dad.”

Both were silent for a few moments, pondering. I merely stood there, waiting for their reply and decision. When it grew too quiet, Mom closed the distance between us and embraced me. Tears started to form in my eyes as I heard my mother’s sweet, reassuring words. Dad joined in too, apologizing for yelling.

The problem was resolved and breakfast went on. Harvey came back and was happy that everything was solved, but I could feel his concern. I should also apologize to him… I gave him a good scare. But my irritation remained, in fact grew worse, but I had to keep it at bay in case Dad began to interrogate. Squeeze the answers out of me. Faking smiles and answering politely was all I did until I was finally about to leave for work.

“Sis, are you okay? You seemed stressed out…” I turned to see Harvey glancing up at me, worry filling his eyes. “You know, if there’s someone bothering you, tell me who it is so I can beat them up!”

A genuine laugh escaped my lips as I bent down to hug him. The only boy who never broke my heart, who was always there for me. My little brother. “Thank you, Harv. I appreciate it, but I’m fine.” I laughed. “And yeah…I might be a little stressed out.”

“Please take a rest next time, Sis. I mean it! You shouldn’t wear out yourself.”

Patting his head, I smiled down at the adorable little man and promised to take it easy. Seeing that the car was ready, I bid him farewell. “See you later, Harv. Don’t consume all the ice cream in the refrigerator.”

“Uh, Sis! I still have one question to ask you!”

I paused in my steps and motioned to the man holding the passenger door to wait. “What is it, Harv? Are you really going to finish all the ice cream? You know, it’s not good to eat it all at once.”

“No, it’s not that,” he mumbled. “I want to know why Chad Montgomery was in your room last night. You entered the room together. Are you…dating him?”