Breaking Down(The Garage Series Book 2)By: Holly Renee
This love story is on loan until you find your very own.
Never give up.
My heart pounded in my chest as I pressed the gas pedal to the floor in Kat’s car. The walls of the car seemed to be closing in on me, and the open window only seemed to suck out my breath. I felt like a caged animal. Anger and fear coursed through my veins, and I wasn’t sure which feeling would take over. We were too close to losing Kat. Too damn close. I wanted to kill her piece of shit brother, but I wasn’t any better than he was. At least his sister made it. He could walk up to his sister and put his arms around her. He could see her smile. Watch her laugh.
My chest squeezed so tight I could barely breathe. It did it every time I thought about Kara. Every time I thought about how I didn’t protect my baby sister. I tried to avoid thinking about her at all costs, but this situation with Kat brought Kara’s memory crashing into me like a tidal wave. The feeling of drowning had become a familiar sensation over the years, but it was one I would never get used to. My lungs filled with haunting memories but somehow I still managed to tread water. Somehow I still managed to breath in enough air to survive.
I pressed the pedal harder and Kat’s Camaro purred under the pressure I was putting on it. I knew Kat would kill me if she saw the way I was driving her baby, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I needed it. I needed to feel something other than the gut wrenching pain of Kara’s smiling face flashing through my thoughts.
There was only one person that I wanted to see. She was the only one who could make me forget. She was the only one who could take all the pain away. She was too damn good for me. I would ruin her. I knew it, but I couldn’t stop it. I had to have her. I had been holding back with her, but I couldn’t anymore. I needed to feel her. My foot got even heavier as I raced my way to the one place I knew I had no business going to.
“Are you sure that she’s okay?” The panic in my voice almost made my words unintelligible.
“Yes, Erica. I promise. She’s asleep with her head in my lap right now. We’ll be home soon. You should check in on Gabe.” Blake’s words did little to ease my anxiety, but as soon as he mentioned Gabe’s name a different sort of panic took over.
“Is he okay?” I squeaked.
“Physically, yes. I think this just hit a little too close to home for him.”
I didn’t know what that meant, but I knew Blake wouldn’t tell me. If I knew anything about Blake Reagan, it was that he was madly in love with my best friend, and he was fiercely loyal to Gabe.
“Okay. I’ll try to talk to him, but you know he doesn’t open up to me.”
“Just give him time and be there for him. That’s all he needs.”
Blake and I said our goodbyes then I rang Gabe. It went straight to voice mail and the fear inside me seemed to double.
“Gabe. It’s Erica. I’m just calling to check on you. Are you okay? I hope you’re okay. I’m here for you. You know that right? I’m always here for you when you need me. Just… call me when you get this. I need to know that you’re okay.” I barely managed to whisper out the message. It was hard to tell Gabe how I actually felt because he didn’t want to hear it. Gabe didn’t feel nearly the same about me as I felt about him, but I didn’t care. I would wait for him to come around. I would give him time.
Gabe was about as closed off as they came. Sure, we talked and laughed, but it was never about anything of any importance. If I dared skim past the surface, Gabe would shut down and any progress that I had made with him would disappear into thin air.
We were friends. Friends who didn’t talk about anything that actually mattered and who had to restrain themselves from jumping each other on a regular basis. I didn’t know when it happened. We never had a talk with each other about not becoming anything more. Note the not talking about anything of importance.
We were just pushed there. It wasn’t a gentle push. Gabe steered our relationship straight into the friend zone and never looked back. There were times when I knew it was killing him. I would catch him staring at me when he thought I wasn’t looking. The way he stared at my lips when I talked caused me to squirm in my seat.