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  My Gram looks agitated, and not happy with his questions in the least. She takes a bite from a cookie and folds her hands across her lap.

  “And her father, she knows nothing of the truth about Rob either?”

  Gram places her hand in her pocket, and pulls out her lace hanky. She blots the tears that I didn’t notice to be there moments ago. Why is he here and asking the questions I should be asking of her? Part of me wants to intrude upon their conversation and demand the answers I seek, but the other half of me knows that they will shut down and tell me nothing but the same bullshit I have heard before. My best bet is to lay low and hope they go into further detail. I lie and wait and yet my Gram says nothing. Dr. Peters keeps the conversation going.

  “It’s just the more I see her and treat her as my patient, I am reminded of Addy. I can’t help but wonder if Bella’s life might have been different had you let me take her like I had wanted and raised her as my own daughter.”

  Him. Raise. Me. The words confuse me. Why would Doc have wanted to raise me, is he my father? I am so confused and hurt. I don’t know if I want to hear the rest. I mean if he is my father and not Gram’s son Rob, why did Gram bring me up, and not my mother’s family or him — Dr. Peters for that matter. I realize I have no idea who I am or who my real family is. I have to get out of here; the urge to cut is burning through my veins so hot. I can’t take this.

  Tripping over a rake in the garden, I let out a whimper when my knee scrapes over a rock. I hear the scraping of the metal chairs against the cement of the patio. I rush to my feet while leaving my bike behind. I hear Gram call out to me, but I don’t dare turn back. I’m not ready to hear more lies come from her mouth. All I can think about is making the pain stop.

  **

  Next thing I know I am sitting in my bathtub with the cold water running over me as I graze the top of my thigh with a razor. It’s not working the poison is festering. I clean myself up and decide to go to the library. They are bound to have old yearbooks. Dr. Peters did mention taking my mom to prom. And the way he spoke her name back there was with pure adoration.

  What are they keeping from me? I make my way into the town archive wing of the University’s library. I start scouring the shelves for yearbooks.

  “Whatcha doing?” I nearly jump out of my skin at Brianna’s breath against my ear.

  “Jesus H. Christ! You nearly scared the piss out of me. What are you doing here?”

  “I work here part-time. What are you looking for? I may be of some use to you.” She flips her hair from her shoulder in a confident manner. At least she looks like she takes her job seriously; her boobs aren’t hanging out today.

  I explain to her what I am searching for; I just leave out the why. I am not entirely sure what I expect to get from this myself. A few minutes later I am led to table by Brianna with a stack of yearbooks. She offers to pull up the newspaper archives for me and I agree to have her do a search for my mom. She says she will text me once she gets them ready. I spend an hour combing over the yearbooks and the only useful information I come across is that in school my mother’s last name was Rose too. Surely she wasn’t married in the tenth grade? And there is no Robert Rose, why isn’t my father in any of these books? I am able to find Alex Peters easily enough.

  I do look a lot like my mother; we share the same nose and facial shape. I look nothing like my doctor; I don’t think he and I are related in the least. So why was he talking like he wanted to be my dad. I get a text from Brianna to meet her downstairs at the computer lab; she has found something she really thinks I should read. I feel nauseated and my palms are sweating. I don’t know what I am about to see, but I feel so uneasy.

  I feel Harlan near me. “Harlan,” I whisper his name to no one. Bella you have got to stop doing this to yourself, Harlan is gone. I shake the thoughts of him and my own verbal reprimand and walk downstairs.

  Brianna takes me by the shoulders and orders for me to take deep breaths, but I can’t. What the hell is she about to show me that has her so freaked out? I glance down at her hand on my shoulder and she has been chewing her nails. If you knew her you would know she must be pretty upset to chip her manicure.

  “Okay I found something interesting, but I want you to promise me that you won’t flip the fuck out when I show it to you.”

  I can only nod as she ushers me into a chair and then my eyes hit the screen. Former Soap Opera star Adeline Rose was found hanging in the attic of her parent’s home. There is no way I am reading this correctly. The article says that early Sunday morning, resident Clara Rose discovered her daughter had committed suicide sometime within the night. Her daughter, I read the words over and over again trying to make sense of them and soap star. How could my Gram lie to me about who I am and what happened to my mother.

  “I couldn’t find any record of a Robert Rose anywhere in the data base. I’m so sorry Bella. What can I do to help? I feel like I should do or say something but I don’t know what you need.” I abruptly push back my chair sending a loud screech echoing through the building.

  “Thank you Brianna really, you helped me a lot actually.” I give her a small hug and return to my Gram’s home. She owes me so many answers.

  Chapter 10

  I don’t bother knocking on the door when I get to Grams. Sweat is pooling in every crevice of my body. I am trying to catch my breath and slow my pulse rate. I ran the whole way here, but now that I am here I am not sure what I want — need to say. How am I supposed to put on the charade of attending classes tomorrow with this shit going on?

  I find my Gram rocking in the corner of the sitting room in her favorite knitting chair; she is quilting as if nothing has happened today. This is what I don’t understand about her. She always wears a game face, always. She takes in my disheveled appearance and ragged breathing. “Take a seat child, your huffing and puffing is irritating my concentration. I was wondering when you’d be back? Alex should be back in a few minutes then we will talk.” Alex? She is on a first name basis with my therapist, what the hell is going on?

  I excuse myself to the powder room. My knees are shaky, I want to hurl. I splash some cold water onto my face and try to calm my nerves. I need a cigarette. I don’t return to Gram, instead I go out to the garden for a cigarette. Taking my usual seat on the bench a calming sense washes over me. Harlan, I smile feeling the ghost of his embrace.

  Two smokes later I am joined by Gram and Dr. Peters. “Bella,” Gram says my name, her voice lightly cracking as she speaks. “I am not sure how much of our conversation you heard earlier, but I have some things I need to tell you. I have wanted to tell you for sometime, but with everything you have been through, Alex and I never felt the timing was right.” She tries to place a reassuring hand on my knee and I push her hand away. I am pissed, I don’t need coddled.

  Alex decides it is time for him to join in on this touching family moment. “Bella, I told you I knew your mother and that we had dated.” I nod urging him to get on with it. He explains that my mother was the love of his life. They dated through high school but broke up when they went their separate ways for college. They kept in touch the first two years of school, but then my mother, Adeline cut ties with him once she became an actress. He tells me that for six years they had no contact, until he moved back home to do his residency and start his practice.

  My mother had recently turned up home after being gone all those years. The show she had been staring in was cancelled. Gram had no idea what she had been up to other than that. She just showed up one day pregnant. “I never could get her to tell me who the father was, she only ever gave me the name Rob, no last name no other information,” my Gram goes on to fill in parts of the story. “My Addy seemed so sad. I called Alex and he agreed to see her.”

  As she is rambling on, it dawns on me that they have no clue who my dad is. Gram has still neglected to tell me why she made up a fake son, and why she lied about my mother’s death.

  Dr. Peters starts to speak again tellin
g me that he started seeing my mother on a professional level but he had hopes that they could rekindle their love and raise me together. She was in a manic depressive state during the pregnancy and there weren’t many medications they could prescribe her, or that she would take due to the side effects. After I was born she slipped further into her depression and when I was three months old she hung herself. She took her life and didn’t even bother to leave a note.

  Gram pleads with me that lying about my parents seemed right at the time. She wanted me to have a sense of who I was and to feel normal. She was afraid that I would grow up feeling abandoned and unwanted... News flash, I still felt those feelings my whole life with her lies.

  Alex wanted to take me and raise me as his own, because he loved my mother that much. I wonder if that is why he is still single — because he has never recovered from losing her. He tells me he understands that I have a lot to think about but to please call him if I need to talk before our next appointment. He leaves me and Gram to talk amongst ourselves.

  “The money I receive each month, where does it come from? Since it clearly isn’t coming from my father. And who is my father? I take it that he wasn’t in the CIA and I don’t live off those funds.” I fight the urge to light up another cigarette.

  Gram takes her hands nervously into her own lap and looks away from me, trying to hide her shameful tears. “The money,” she starts with a quivering lip, “some comes from insurance from your mother’s death, some is from what was left from her acting career and the rest comes from Alex. As for you father, your mother never told me anything about him, I just don’t know who he was. I’m sorry Bella, I wish I had better answers to give you but I don’t.”

  She waits gauging my response, but I can’t even look at her either right now. My whole life has been a lie. “I need to go.” I slowly stand and walk out the back gate.

  “Bella,” I hear her call out to me in a strangled cry.

  I want to turn around and go comfort her as much as it hurts — but I can’t do this right now. The ache in my chest is too strong, the poison is consuming me. I can’t take it, I just can’t. When I make it to my apartment Cutter is asleep against my door. He looks like a devil in disguise as he snoozes. I run my finger across the light stubble that is gracing his jaw line. My light touch stirs him from his sleep. He takes one look at me and pulls me into his lap. He holds me, not asking any questions, stroking my hair as I cry. He explains that he bumped into Brianna and she told him I was going to need him tonight.

  Normally I would be upset by Brianna getting in my business, but she is right I do need him tonight. I shouldn’t be alone when the poison has so much control over my emotions.

  After my sobbing stops, he presses for me to let him take me inside and feed me. He is hungry and he complains that his ass is numb from sitting on the hard concrete floor of my doorway. He wipes my stray tears with the hem of his shirt. I steal a peek at those dangerously delicious abs he is packing. I want to trail my tongue down his happy trail. I want to escape just for tonight. I want to forget all I have learned today.

  Cutter goes into the kitchen to fix us some canned spaghetti, hey we are college kids. I strip down and get into the shower, I try and let the warmth of the water wash my thoughts away, but it isn’t working. I grip the razor lying on the edge of the tub from earlier today between my fingers. I need it to stop; I can still hear Gram and Alex’s confession echoing through my head. Just one cut, and it can all be over.

  I’m not sure how long I have been standing here struggling with my thoughts and my pain, when Cutter pushes the shower curtain back. I haven’t even noticed that I have run all of the hot water out.

  “No Bella, no more. You aren’t going to hurt yourself anymore.” He takes the razor from my grasp and tosses it in the garbage and takes my towel from the rack and wraps it around my shivering body.

  “Please Cutter,” I let out in an exasperated whisper, “cut me. Make it stop, make it all go away.”

  He hugs me to his chest. “No,” he grits out firmly between his teeth. “I promised to put you back together Bella, and I will. But not like this. I gave in last time because I wanted you to trust me. But no more cutting, I won’t be a part of it again. You have to let your wounds heal.” He places a gentle kiss on my cheek and the friction of his facial scruff burns my skin. It makes me tingle. I hook my arms around his neck and crash into his lips with mine.

  “You can’t fix this Cutter,” I let my towel slide to the floor exposing all of my scars for him to see, “but you can fuck me.” His hard cock presses into my stomach, showing me he is more than ready to fuck my pain away.

  I slide down to my knees and undo his belt. I unzip his jeans and he pushes his pants down until they catch on his knees. I take my hand around his shaft and ease my lips over the tip. I suck down on the head of his dick and swirl my tongue around. Cutter grips my hair and pushes his length further into my mouth. I peek up at him to see a grin spread across his face, but his eyes are closed.

  I stop sucking him and allow him to pop out of my mouth. “Nuh uh, you are going to watch my mouth fuck your perfect cock.” He opens his eyes and stares down at me; his jaw is tense as I take him back into my mouth, letting him probe further, until he hits the back of my throat, I can’t even get all of him in my mouth. A gritted moan of pleasure passes through his teeth.

  “Fuck Bella, you are going to make me lose it.” His words egg me on. I start bobbing my head faster and faster, and he in turn rocks into my mouth harder. “Are you mine Bella?”

  I wrap my arm around his leg holding him in place as he tries to pull out of my mouth. Oh no you don’t I smirk to myself milking him completely and licking him clean. Tonight I don’t have it in me to talk labels, to define what I am to him, or who he is to me.

  Cutter then takes me into my bed to return the orgasm. I’m telling you the guy seriously has a magic tongue; it should be against the law. He could use it as a weapon against me; I’d do anything he ever wanted if he promised to love me with his tongue like he just did every night.

  I’ve never felt anything like it in my life. He used his tongue like he is an expert at oral sex. I swear the guy could charge for lessons. Believe me people would pay to have the kind of orgasms I just had, multiple ones at that.

  **

  I wake to the blaring of my alarm clock. I glance at the time, ugh how long has it been going off? I shake Cutter. “Ass. Up . Now. Need. Coffee.” He groans and mumbles rolling away from me. Okay, a new tactic is needed. I pull the covers off and pinch his ass hard.

  “Ow — the fuck Bella!” He reaches over and pulls me into a hug, “you owe me, my tongue is sore. I don’t know how I am going to make it through the day, it’s swollen.”

  “Awe poor baby, it was worth it though wasn’t it. I see you hiding your shit eating grin. Let me make it up to you,” I pull his boxers down, and give him a good morning blow job to jump start his day.

  “Now that’s how you wake a man up.” He kisses my forehead and rolls out of my bed.

  “Yeah, and now we are even my jaws hurt.” I hope no one expects me to talk much today. Have you ever had lock jaw from chewing too much bubble gum, well that is how I feel right now. But it was worth it to please Cutter.

  There my job is done. Classes start today and I refuse to be late. Cutter goes to his apartment to get ready for our big first day on campus. We don’t have any classes together, so we agree to meet at the picnic tables near the tennis courts for lunch.

  My first class is at ten then my second is at three. My first class is a dull English class. The time seems to creep by. I can’t concentrate, how am I suppose to continue as Alex Peter’s patient knowing what I know now.

  Lunch goes by quick. Cutter and I are joined by Hurley and Brianna. I think they are a thing now, but I am never sure of anything when it comes to Brianna. She talks to me about general topics, relief washes over me when she doesn’t bring up the library and what we both now know about my mot
her. This town is great at keeping secrets. I dread my second class of the day, photography.

  My advisor has spoken with my professors about my issues and they have all agreed to work with me as much as they can. I look over the first assignment for the class. Great she wants us to capture a photo of an object that we can identify the most. I wasn’t prepared to actually have to use my camera so soon into the course.

  Gram has tried me on my cell a few times today, but I am not ready to talk to her. I send her a text that I am fine, just give me some space. I am angry with her, but I don’t want her to worry. I will have to face her in a few days; I plan on taking pictures of her garden for my project. Then I get a fantastic idea. I have memory cards full of her flowers. I will just pick one of the many for the assignment. There I killed two birds with one stone.

  I am aimlessly walking through the rows of picture paper at the local office supply store, when I am approached by Nolan.

  “Hello Bells how do you like college?” He is being a little too nice; it sort of freaks me out. Nolan is never this polite unless he wants something.

  “So have you seen Brianna around lately, she isn’t taking my calls.”

  So that is what he is after, but how does he know that she and I are sort of friends now. I give him a vague answer about bumping into her from time to time. I do not want him thinking he can pump me for information. And my jaws are still hurting; talking isn’t a strong point for me today.

  **

  It is the day of my tattoo appointment and I am so excited. Brianna and Hurley have tagged along with Cutter and me. We have become quite the foursome this week. It feels pretty good to be honest. I haven’t been able to go to the falls any more this week; they say it could be weeks before the work on the bridge is complete. It feels a little weird not having my thoughts of Harlan consuming my every waking moment. My thoughts are filled more with Cutter with each passing day.