Surrender

Chapter Thirty Three

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CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

I don't know if I should scream or laugh. Most of what used to function in my body seems to have stopped and all I can feel is the cold ground beneath my bare feet. How is this happening? I crashed it. And then a house fell on top of it...how? I feel like the Wicked Witch of the West after seeing her sisters shoes on Dorothy's feet.

"How?" I hear myself say in a voice that really doesn't sound like it came out of my mouth. There's a shuffle of nervous feet behind me and then I see Louis appear next to me out of the corner of my eye.

"It was my idea, I mean after it was Aaron's of course, but yeah." He says quickly, his voice shaking nervously. I take a few more steps toward the gleaming red paint and frown. He got so angry because Aaron was rebuilding it, why did he do this, to bribe me into marrying him? I touch the roof of the car and sigh, the cool metal prickling my hand. It's like seeing a ghost, except this is actually happening, this is actually real. My eyes roam over the rest of it, amazed at how new it looks. The window is rolled down and I poke my heed inside and inhale; it still smells the same, how could that be? I take a step back and cover my mouth with my hand, trapping my emotions inside. It's almost like the crash never happened, like it was some awful nightmare that I kept having night after night, and now it's gone, along with Darcie and Aaron and the only thing that remains is this car. My hand falls to my side and I swallow before opening my mouth to speak, my eyes still on the car.

"When did you do this?" I ask. Louis doesn't move, but remains frozen to his spot on the driveway.

"I had it picked up while you were at work last week and when I went to look for your phone today," I look over at him now and see him pull my phone from his pocket, "I took Harry with me so I could drive it back here." I eye my phone as I piece together what he's saying.

"It didn't fall out of my pocket did it?" I ask slowly. He nods and clutches in tightly in his hand.

"I needed an excuse to get out of the house for a while." He says with an air of shame in his voice. That isn't the only reason he's needed an excuse to get out of the house. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, doing my best to process all of this without losing my temper about his secret meetings with my Mom. He did this for me. To make me happy, to show me that he loves me enough to get out of his own way long enough to let himself love me. I can't even do that for him. I open my eyes and look at him standing in the driveway with his eyes on his shoes, his hands in his pockets and his hair in his face. He's changed so much since we met. He's still stubborn and hot headed, but he isn't defiant anymore. He isn't as cold and unfeeling, he's softer, gentler. His eyes have opened and he's seemed to have let go of his grudges completely. He can change...so why can't I?

"Do you have the keys?" I say softly, trying to keep the edge out of my voice. He lifts his head reaches into his pocket and pulls out a set of keys. He holds them out to me, but doesn't move an inch.

"What are you doing all the way over there?" I say with a small chuckle. His arm falters a little and he swallows.

"I'm...giving you your space." He says slowly, making sure he doesn't say the wrong thing.

"Louis...come here." I say loudly, putting my hands on my hips. He closes his hand around the keys and slowly walks over to me, stopping about foot from where I'm standing. I grab his hand and take the keys. I unlock the door and slide inside the drivers seat, instantly feeling right at home in weeks.