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Luke
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I AWOKE TO MY RINGING phone. I blindly reached out, finding it on the nightstand and pulling it close to my face. I stared at the screen with one eye. It was my mother. My next question was what time was it? I squinted, seeing the little numbers. It was just after seven. It was nine in Texas which was why she was calling. She had no respect for my time. She had no respect for anyone except herself. I hit the decline button.
Tired of being at her beck and call, I had even less patience. Over a thousand miles away and she still expected me to jump when she called. I was over it. I was tired of her emotional blackmail. She was pissed that I was moving on. She was pissed that I wasn’t falling for her crap. I wanted to be happy. I wanted to move on with my life. I hated that my own mother was manipulating me, that she had manipulated me for the majority of my life.
“No more, lady, no more,” I muttered.
I closed my eyes and debated whether to get up or try to sleep for another thirty minutes. There was no way I was going back to sleep. I threw off the blanket and got out of bed. I was anxious to see how Bree had done by herself all night. She had practically thrown me out of the house. I hoped it was because she was truly interested in being independent.
I offered to sleep on the couch or upstairs in one of the guestrooms. That way I would be close enough to help if she needed me but out of her way enough to give her the space she wanted. She wouldn’t agree to it.
Hopping in the shower, I dressed and set out across the grounds. It was another beautiful day in Malibu. I understood why so many people flocked to the area. It was gorgeous and warm without sweating your balls off. I loved living in California. I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for me and Bree, I hoped.
I opened the door and stepped inside, my ears straining to hear anything. I heard humming and following the sound, soon found myself in the solarium. Bree was sitting in her favorite chair, a cup of coffee sitting on the side table and music softly playing in the background.
“You’re up early,” she said.
I smiled, moving to stand in front of her. “I think you’re the one that’s up early. How was your night?”
“Peaceful,” she said, with a serene smile. “I wasn’t afraid. I went to bed early and woke up early. I made myself coffee and toast.”
I was so proud of her. “No kidding.”
“Would you like me to make you some breakfast?” she asked with a grin.
“I would like that,” I said, wanting her to feel useful.
I followed her into the kitchen, wincing whenever she got close to running into something. I kept my mouth shut. She wanted independence. I felt like a parent watching their child take their first shaky steps. I wanted to guide and help her but refrained.
“Look at you move,” I said, as I watched her move around the kitchen with ease.
I wondered if the newfound independence was because she changed her mind about getting the surgery. I had to accept that she was in control of her destiny. If she chose not to get the surgery, then I had to be okay with it. I would love her all the same. I knew it would be a long, hard road. There would be frustrations and fights and she would probably be angry over the situation.
“Mel and I are going to a spa today,” she announced.
“Oh,” I said with surprise. “All day?”
“It’s an eight-hour session. Massage, soak and facials.”
I was happy for her. “That sounds like the perfect day. It will be good for you. If you get in one of those mud baths, make sure you leave your foot out.”
She laughed. “No mud bath today, but thank you for your concern.”
“I have to ask, did you take your meds this morning?”
“Yes, doctor,” she answered.
“Nurse. In this case, I am your nurse and that is one of my duties. I can’t have you getting sick on me.”
She scoffed. “The last thing I need is to lose my foot or my whole damn leg. Wouldn’t that be horrible?”
“Yes, it would be. Can I see it? I want to check for redness.”
She let out a long sigh before hiking her foot up and resting it on the stool. “Don’t look at my toes. We’re getting pedicures today.”
I pinched her big toe. “I love your toes.”
“Don’t tell me you have a foot fetish. That’s a deal breaker.”
I smiled, shaking my head as I peeled back the bandage. The cut seemed to be healing okay. “Looks good,” I told her.
“Good.”
“What time is Mel coming or do I need to take you there?”
“She’ll be picking me up,” she answered.
“Are you sure you don’t need me to do anything?”
Her hand reached out and I touched hers with my own. “No. Take the day. You spent your days off with me. We owe you one.”
“You know hanging out with you isn’t work,” I told her.
“No, but I want you to have a day to yourself. You deserve it.”
As if on cue, Mel showed up ten minutes later. It was good to see her happy and excited. I walked them to Mel’s car and watched them leave. I was happy she was going to do something fun. It would be good for her to have some kind of normalcy in her life. I imagined her life before the accident had been filled with spa days and shopping sprees. This was a step in the right direction.
I went back into the house, passing through the kitchen before moving back to the cottage. I had no idea what I was going to do with myself for the day. I had just finished throwing a load of clothes in the washer when my phone rang. I reached for it, worried something had happened and Bree needed me.
Groaning, I saw my mother’s name again. I had no excuse to not take the call. It was better to get it over with now while I had the free time. I blew out a breath before answering her call.
“There you are,” she said, in her happy voice.
I knew all her voices. Her happy voice was the one I heard the least. She was always happy when she got new meds, or a doctor diagnosed her with something new. She was happy when she was showered with attention.
“Here I am,” I said. “You sound like you’re in a good mood.”
“I’m in a great mood!” she exclaimed. “I love the California sunshine.”
I froze, her words bouncing around in my skull. “The California sunshine?” I repeated. My mouth was dry, so dry my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.
“I’m in town, baby! I’m sitting here at LAX enjoying myself a fruity something or other. I tried to call you earlier.”
“You’re at LAX?” I asked. My head was spinning. What the fuck was happening? “You are in California right now?”
“Well, that’s what the sign says,” she giggled. She was playing up the southern charm. It was laid on pretty thick, which told me she was trying to impress someone near her.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I wanted to see you, but we can talk face to face. Don’t tell me you’re going to leave me sitting here. “Lisa said you had a cute little place. I was thinking I would stay with you and see how you’re living here.”
I put a hand to my face, rubbing my eyes. “How long are you in town for?” I asked seeing my new life fading away.
“I’m not entirely sure yet. You’re starting to make me feel bad, Luke. Do you want me to go home?” She turned on the guilt trip, her voice weakening. The woman could win an Oscar.
“I didn’t say that, but I do have a job and responsibilities. I need to clear you staying with me with my employer. The cottage I’m in is his, on his property. I can’t just invite anyone onto the grounds.”
“Oh, that’s right. Lisa told me you were taking care of some rich girl that lives in a mansion with a gate and everything. I’m not surprised you landed on your feet. You always did have that thing about you.”
“That thing? What is that thing?”
“Oh, you’re handsome so rich people automatically love you,” she said, and it wasn’t said in a nice way.
I wasn’t going to get rid of her. I could blow her off when she was on the phone, but I couldn’t do it when she was in the same state. “I’ll be there in an hour,” I mumbled.
“Just give me a holler when you’re close and I’ll meet you.”
I hung up the phone, dreading the visit. I was glad Paul was out of town. He was probably going to think my family was using his property as our own personal hotel. My mom was difficult on her best day. Hopefully, I could get her back on a plane tomorrow and she would never have to meet Paul or Bree. Shit, I didn’t even want to think about that interaction.
My mind reeling, I didn’t have much of a chance think about how to get her out of town before I found myself pulling into the large parking lot. Forty minutes later, I was walking into the airport. I scanned the area, filled with happy reunions, and people rushing in all directions.
“Luke!” I heard my mother shriek.
I ground my teeth, forcing a smile before I turned to look at her. “Mom,” I said.
She rushed towards me, pulling her little suitcase behind her. I was happy to see it was a small suitcase and not one of the giant ones that could hold a week’s worth of clothes. I prayed that meant it would be a short visit. I didn’t have it in me to deal with her for the long term. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get through the next day let alone several.
“Oh baby, I’m so happy to see you!” she threw her arms around me. I gently patted her back, not wanting to risk an injury that would keep her in California.
“The car is this way,” I said.
She chattered nonstop the whole way to the car. “You don’t look very happy.”
“I’m happy. I’m fine.”
“Are you angry that I surprised you?” she pouted.
“No, mom, but I do have to work.”
“Where is your little girlfriend?” she snapped.
“She isn’t my girlfriend. She’s a client.”
“That’s not what it sounded like when Lisa described her,” she shot back, sounding angry.
I was going to have a few words with Lisa. “I don’t know why she said that.”
It was a mistake to have her here. It wasn’t my mistake, but I was going to be the one paying for it. I hated that she had so much power over me. She could make me feel like shit with just a few words. All the independence I felt I had gained while I was away from her was zapped away in a flash. I had lost it as fast as I had gained it.
She wasn’t going to let me get away. The realization sank my spirits. I felt like I was being pulled down by a giant boulder. I didn’t know how to escape. I didn’t know if I ever could. To escape would mean I had to cut her out of my life. I wasn’t sure I could do that.
