I take a shower in the bathroom connected to Jake"s room, internally thanking Heidi and Lucy for bringing me what I need. I"m not used to bringing clothes with me because I had my own bathroom at home too, so when I walk out in nothing but a towel and see Jake standing in front of his dresser, I almost s.h.i.t myself.
I must squeal, or something, because whatever noise I make gets him to turn around, before dropping whatever it is that"s in his hands.
"Woah," he breaths out. I know he"s trying not to stare, but he"s got that, deer in the headlights" look and his eyes are glued to my chest.
I think I squeal again, because whatever I do forces him to snap out of his trance. He turns his back to me and starts heading for the door, mumbling "sorry" as he walks out.
Once I"m fully dressed, I step out of his room and practically walk into him. He"s leaning against the wall. "I"m sorry about that, I knocked, but there was no answer, so I a.s.sumed you were downstairs. I just need to get my stuff for training."
Only now do I notice that he"s in full baseball gear, from cap to cleats. It"s hot as h.e.l.l.
Wait...
"It"s Monday, don"t you have school?" I know I do, but I"ve been excused. We"re seniors anyway, so it"s not a big deal, but I hope he"s not missing out for me.
"I have permission." He rolls his eyes. "Besides, it"s senior year, we graduate in two weeks, who cares right?"
"I guess," I shrug.
"I actually have a specialist pitching coach from UNC meeting me at the field, were going over some things to prepare me for the season. It"s not normal they come out to individual players like this."
"That"s awesome, Jake." I smile proudly at him.
"Yeah..." He takes off his cap and runs his hand up and down the back of his head, and then puts it back on. Nervous habit, I"ve noticed. "It"s just that I might not be here when the funeral director comes..."
"Oh." Oh.
He must sense my panic because he grabs both my hands and bends to look in my eyes.
"I can cancel, Kayla. It"s not a big deal, I"ll just call-"
"I"ll be fine, Jake," I smile, hoping it comes out genuine, "just go, you have to, you being a big deal and all." I try to laugh.
"Shut up and quit being cute." He says, before flipping his cap backwards, hugging me tight and kissing my temple.
He makes his way into his room and gets his gear bag out of the closet, double checks everything is there, then we walk downstairs hand in hand.
I say goodbye to him at the door. He re-a.s.sures me that he"s going to try to get back to me as soon as possible.
A couple hours later the funeral director is sitting opposite me in the family room. He"s bought a bunch of brochures with him and they"re sprawled all over the coffee table. I s.p.a.ce out through most of it, but I know that I have some decisions to make.
"Will the gathering afterwards be held at our establishment or elsewhere?" The funeral guy asks, his name is Wes, or Des, Les maybe? I"m not sure.
"It will be held here," Mandy says.
I whip my head to face her, she just smiles and nods, leaving me speechless.
"Okay," Wes/Des/Les confirms. "Have you got a budget in mind?" he asks me.
Me.
I shake my head.
He huffs out a breath, like I"m a useless nutjob.
"Have you got numbers on how many guests?"
Guests? Like it"s a f.u.c.king party.
I shake my head again, staring past him.
He sighs, a loud, audible, f.u.c.king sigh.
"Let"s have a look at the caskets then, shall we?" he says it like he"s running out of patience. "We"ll start with what we call the junior range, for the child..."
He hands me a brochure and I tense. I cannot breath. The blood has drained from my entire body and my sight is blurry from the tears in my eyes.
In the distance, I hear a door open and close.
"Excuse me," Mandy announces, as she steps out of the room.
I"m still staring into s.p.a.ce when I see Jake"s face in my vision. He"s crouching in front of me, cap on backwards, hands on my face trying to get my attention. I focus on him, on his face, on his concerned look.
"Hey..." he whispers.
"Hi," I return.
"Would you please give us a minute?" Aunt Lisa asks Wes/Des/Les a.k.a d.i.c.kface.
"No problem, I"ll just be outside." He closes the family room door behind him.
"Are you okay, honey?" Lisa asks.
I nod my head, never taking my eyes off Jake.
"Honey, if you don"t mind, why don"t you let Mandy and I take care of this part?"
"That"s a great idea," Mandy agrees. "Why don"t you let Jake take you out of the house for a bit?"
I nod again, and a second later Jake is leading me out the door. He purposefully, and aggressively, b.u.mps shoulders with d.i.c.kface as we pa.s.s him.
The family room door closes behind him and Jake leads me out the front door, but not before I hear Mandy screech, "How dare you!"
Jake places me into the pa.s.sengers seat of his truck and puts my seatbelt on like I"m a child. We"ve only said those two words to each other since he"s come back.
"Wait here, okay? I"m just gonna run in quickly and change." He"s still in his baseball gear.
He comes out a minute later wearing dark jeans, light grey henley with the sleeves pushed up and the same cap on his head.
"Feel like hitting some s.h.i.t?" he asks, getting settled in the drivers seat.
"You know a way to a girls heart." I mock swoon and bat my eyelashes at him.
He reverses out of the driveway, changes gears, then holds my hand the rest of the way.
We end up at the batting cages.
Of course we do.
Jake"s standing at the pitching machine adjusting some dials while I stand in the cage, bat in hand.
He comes over to me and adjust my body to how I should be holding the bat, and tells me when the right time to swing is. I take in everything he says.
He goes back to the pitching machine and presses a couple b.u.t.tons. The b.a.l.l.s start shooting out. I hit the first six out of the park".
His eyes bug out of his head. "Okay, smarta.s.s," he yells, but it comes out smuuhtuhhs". Australian"s don"t use R"s apparently.
He plays with some more b.u.t.tons.
The next few pitches come out faster, but I still manage to hit every one. He"s chuckling and shaking his head in disbelief.
He turns it up faster again.
These next lot get me, and I"m probably on 50/50 of hits to misses. After no less than 30 swings I shout out, "I"m done!"
He turns the machine off and strolls over to me.
"Wanna tell me what the f.u.c.k that was?" he asks, chuckling in amus.e.m.e.nt.
I ignore his question and hand him back the bat and helmet. "Thanks, Jake. I really needed that." And I did, I really did.
"Seriously though, where did you learn to hit? I would not have expected that."
Just as I"m about to answer, someone yells out his name.
We turn to see about five guys walking over to us, they reach us and each do that weird bro code hand shake fist b.u.mp shoulder slap half hug greeting.
The guys shoot the s.h.i.t for a few minutes, then I see one of them staring at me, eye"s roaming my body up and down. He creeps me out.
"Who"s your friend here?" Creeper says loudly, interrupting their conversation.
Jake throws a possessive arm around my shoulders, I lean into him. "Guys, this is Mikayla, Mikayla, these are-"
"She your girl?" Creeper asks interrupting him again, his eyes trained on my t.i.ts. ugh.
"For now," some girl coos from behind them. She makes her way to the front of the group.
Casey.
Where the f.u.c.k did she come from?
Jake tenses.
Luckily for us, my phone sounds with a text. Aunt Lisa lets us know that the cops are on the way to Jake"s. I show him the text and he excuses us. We walk back to his truck with his hand on the small of my back.
We ride back in silence, but half way there I look over at him. His cap pulled down low on his forehead, almost past his eyebrows. He senses me looking at him and turns to me. He smiles that panty dropping smile, then turns back to face the road, smile still in place.
"So Casey, huh?"
His face falls instantly and we don"t talk for the rest of the ride.
*Jake*
When we pull up to the house the police cruiser is already there. We make our way into the living room to find them seated, waiting.
Dad"s here too.
The officers stand to shake Kayla"s hand and then wait for her to be seated before sitting back down.
Kayla sits on the recliner and I sit on the arm, she takes my hand in hers before getting comfortable.
"This is just a courtesy visit Miss Jones-" officer one starts.
"Micky... call me Micky... please."
"Micky." The officer nods at her.
Officer two says, "We just wanted to keep you updated on the case. There hasn"t been many changes, we still haven"t found him, but we"re doing everything we can."
"Thank you," Kayla says quietly.
"We"re still under the impression it was random. There is nothing to indicate otherwise, unless you have any information that might change that."
Kayla shakes her head.
Officer one continues, "It looks like whoever was in there, was there for a simple burglary, we suspect that your family came home in the middle of it, and... well... you can guess what happened." His voice breaks. "We"re also under the impression that they tried to burn the evidence, they started a fire in the garage, it got to all three cars housed in there, and to most of the kitchen. Luckily the fire department were there before it could get any further. We"ve swept the place clean of any evidence we might need, so you"re okay to go back there whenever you want and collect any personal belongings. Unfortunately, the fire department has deemed it a health risk to actually live there, the whole dwelling will need to be knocked down. We"re so sorry, Micky."
Kayla"s eyes are br.i.m.m.i.n.g with unshed tears and Lisa moves to the other side of the recliner to comfort her.
The officers share a look and then officer two eyes Kayla. "Miss Jo-, uh, Micky," he corrects. "There"s one other thing. We don"t want to go into too much detail about the crime, but we thought you should know, the gun shot wounds..." he takes a deep breath. Kayla is gripping my hand so tight the blood has drained from it. She"s leaning forward in the chair and has stopped breathing. She waits... "Each victim had a single gun shot wound to the head, they died instantly. They weren"t in any pain, Micky." A single tear falls from the officers eye before he can wipe it with his shoulder.
Kayla"s entire body convulses and she falls to the floor in front of us. I pick her up and sit us back on the recliner, cradling and rocking her, I move the hair from her face as she cries into my chest.