The ThickGirl and The Badboy

Final Chapter 62: Crash

Koleen's POV: 

When I woke up the next morning, the kiss I had  with Jaxon kept replaying in my head.
I smiled to myself, savoring the memory and feelings I felt at the moment.

I wanted to stay in bed all day and toss and turn to the thought of that moment, but I decided to get up anyways.

I was making breakfast when my mom came in and turned on the TV. She liked watching the news first thing in the morning to get her day started.

"Breaking news! Henry Anderso-"

My head snapped to the mention of that name, wasn't that Bryson's dad's name?

"Was accused of not only drug smuggling and handling but also convicted for the murder  of Auroa Lackowsli, mother of Bryson Anderson Lackowski. Authorities are now questioning his motive for killing his wife who disappeared years ago."
Images of the dad, mother, and Bryson flashed the screen.

Then they showed his stepmother and stepbrother crying and holding each other as they were arresting and taking away Henry, but Bryson was just off to the side, alone starring at his father as they took him away.

My stomach then dropped, and I felt horrible.
He was and looked so lonely.
Is that why he was acting the way he did before ?
Because he was holding all of this together on his own?
Why didn't  he confide in me?
And here I was calling him an asshole for leaving me, when he was going through so much.
His own father murdered his mother and I knew how much she meant to him.

I dropped everything that I was doing and drove off to find him.

I didn't care if he broke my heart into pieces, he needed someone right now.

And I wanted it to be me, because deep down I still loved him.

No matter how much heartbreak he caused towards me.

I tried finding him at home but they told me he wasn't around.
After minutes pondering where he could be, I finally got an idea.

A place where he could be alone and isolated.
I drove to the view overlooking the city.
The view that held the memory of our first intimate encounter.
Where I felt a connection with him from the beginning.

On my way to the spot I cursed myself for leaving the house in shorts and flip flops. I scraped my legs with some low tree branches, and stabbed my feet with more wood.
By the time I arrived I was all cut up and while they stung, nothing stung more than watching Bryson sitting there, alone, and crying.

My heart was beating fast, suddenly I was frozen in place. My legs felt like two big bricks when I took a step towards him.
How could it feel so familiar yet so distant to be here either him?
It's been so long since I've talked to him, been near him. I missed him so much. And I wanted to sit there and cry myself, but I decided this wasn't about me.
I could cry about it later, right now I needed to be here for him.
So I walked over to him and gently rested my hand on his shoulder to not startle him.
He looked up, his eyes red, swollen snd still filled with tears, his nose and cheeks red.
It hurt to see him like this.
I reached my hand out to his face and carefully wiped the tears off his face.
"I heard what happened." I whispered to him. "I'm sorry." Before I could pull my hand away, he reached up and held it in place.
My hand was still caressing his face, and his hand was in top of it. Leaning into my touch. Then he bursts into tears again, and this time I held him in my arms.