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  “No one to feel em, why risk another scar?” The bathroom had been filled with laughter even through sadness, until like usual my dark side pops up and ruins it.

  “Jesus Cass!” That was Carrie and of course I knew how bad that sounded and so quickly I fix my error in words.

  “Calm down Beckett.” I smirk.

  She pokes her tongue out and flashes her beautiful ring, a single karat solitaire with tiny diamonds around the band. Chad had proposed with his grandmothers ring and asked that she say yes with that ring and marry him with it. This ring is the every day ring because the other is an antique and too special. I know this because I got the play by play from Carrie over a year ago.

  I extend my unshaven leg from the bath and blow a raspberry when she see’s the serious nicks all over my legs that are now healing. I shrug, “dull razor.”

  “Been there.” She and Candey both say but are quickly back to my beauty regiment. I knew they weren't buying my cover, they knew damn well what I meant but like true girlfriends they pretend with me for the moment and accept my lame excuse.

  “Seriously though what time is this thing?”

  “Seven but we aren’t going until it’s at full swing because that would be awkward.” This is Carrie and she is sorting my make-up and setting her choice items aside.

  “That’s why I love you.” I say and start shaving my cactus legs much to Candey’s delight.

  “Chad will text me when the place is crowded and we are gonna go in stealth.”

  “Not me. I’m heading over early with Noah. He is talking to the press at Jerry’s at five so I said I would come and get the place clean.” Candey is blotting her perfect pink lips with come-fuck-me-red.

  “No I cleaned it last night while he was asleep.” I said remembering seeing him lying there weak and pissed I wouldn’t feed him a glass of whiskey.

  “Mikey said Shame trashed the place when he got there. He called Mike about ten minutes ago and told him to take him to his house in Gig and he would get someone to clean it.” Carrie replied softly.

  “So he is in Gig and not at Jerry’s?” I ask and I don’t know why I’m so mad about it.

  “Yeah hon, he needed a break. He was upset Cassa.” Carrie was usually the peace maker between her and Noah and it tended to flow over to our group. I knew what she was saying made sense.

  “I know.” I grumble and then dunk my head in the water. Then I cringe because I had just shaved in that water. I stood and closed the curtain starting the shower so I could actually get clean.

  They took that as the cue to leave me to business but all they did was leave me alone with my thoughts and memories of Shamus in the shower washing me, touching me and whispering he loved me.

  We had been free, free to be together almost always because Jerry was a crabber and gone a lot in the winter and Mike didn’t have a word to say seeing as he and Roni were doing what we were. It was the times we had to sneak around that were the best though.

  Tonight I was sneaking into Jerry’s house but for completely different reasons than the thousands of times I did it before.

  She’s like so whatever

  You could do so much better

  I think we should get together now

  And that’s what everyone’s talking about!

  Avril Levigne

  Chapter Three

  I stood before the mirror, the steam from my shower creating a fog as I wiped the condensation away with the edge of the towel, sighing at the scars on my body and the dark circles under my eyes. I hadn’t been sleeping much the last few years. The last few days were no exception. I set to task, creating the image I liked to portray. I had once been a careless and flawless girl… now I preferred to be seen as a strong independent woman and that was who I neededto be now.

  I was strong then too, just my strengths are weighed differently now. My sadness over Jerry was a weakness I am willing to allow. I knew in time I would get past the feeling of loss but until then I would bury my nose in work and move on like I always do. I have mastered the art of hiding my pain and persevering. My secrets have made me OCD about looking the part of the strong capable woman who isn’t afraid of anything.

  I didn’t want Shame seeing my truth, not now, maybe not ever. There were too many things I was scared to answer. I admit to being a pussy when it comes to accountability with Shamus James.

  So what?

  I met Shamus in elementary and from that day forward, I made sure I had him thinking of me. It started with throwing mud pies at him when I was seven and him and Mike were teasing me. They were four years older and jerks. I would tag along when they were hanging around the docks hitting on girls and talking about music, while my preteen self would wonder if he had kissed a girl.

  He had worked for Jerry since he was born practically. In high school Jerry even hired me to work in the office doing the filing and paying the bills but by then Shamus was all about the band and in a bad mood when he had to work the boat. It was there that I noticed Shamus in a different light. No longer the boy who called me Cassa-nova, a name that made no sense but had the ability to make me cry every time he teased me. He had become the sexy brooding rock star that every girl in Pierce County wanted.

  When my final year of high school came Shame noticed me… and the rest was history. We had plans to head off for California and follow the rock star dream. Shamus had an uncanny naturalness when it came to music. He would hear a song once and then he would drive you crazy playing it over and over until he could play it himself. I never once doubted if he would make it big. He was born to be on stage seducing women with swagger and talent guiding him. Shame was always with me so he made sure to wing man for the guys and ensure they had fangirlson each arm. He had a reputation for loving me and though some fangirlstried to sway him, they never did. Shamus was faithful to the very last day.

  I knew what he looked like on a stage and the vision of him owning it. He never wore a shirt, his muscles were defined even from a distance. He always wore shorts and chucks and smiled like it was the best thing in the world beating on drums. He smiled at me like that too. I cut off the thoughts abruptly. There was no sense in rehashing the past. Shamus left me behind when he followed that dream. It paid off too. He was the drummer for Thick as Thieves. He was Hollywood now and I would forever be Gig Harbor.

  I knew why I was nervous at seeing him today but I didn’t like the effect he had on me. I hadn’t seen him in forever- and yes two years without the man you love is forever- and now he was back and in a bad place too. Jerry and Shame fought hard, but they loved one another harder. I knew even if Jerry wouldn’t tell me, I knew they had made amends a few years back. No matter how pissed I was at Shamus, I was damn glad that they had made things right before it was too late.

  I would be dressed casually knowing that Jerry would call me a drag if I dressed nice for this ‘gathering’ as it was being called. It was at Jerry’s house and it was sure to be full of a bunch of crabbers and crabbers were not the sexy kind. I could have worn a flannel shirt and long johns and they would have probably balked at that.

  There would be family friends and of course TAT and all the roadies and the team of TAT and they might like a nicer outfit out of me. Image was such a bitch and something I was able to free myself of. I had once loved being fashionable and full on girly. I loved make-up and clothes and owned being a girly girl...until Cory ruined that too. Cory had suggested I do a lot of things to reach the level of perfection he thought necessary for a wife of his status. That included looking a specific way and it sure as hell wasn’t a pair of jeans and a plain shirt.

  Okay so yeah, I made sure they were my best fitting tight as skin jeans with white stitching and blinged out crosses on the pockets; coupled with a black low cut top that Carrie demanded I wear. She knew that accenting the ladies would, if anything, make Shamus sweat. For a twenty-two year old, I felt thirty-two but glad I had years ahead of me and looked twenty-two.

  My hair is a honey
ed brown and naturally curly that Shame loved. Cory hated the curl in my hair and on more than one occasion he had referred to it as a rats nest. I was careful to wear it straight after that, even though I had always preferred the curls.

  I hated my ex-husband. On more than a rare occasion, I did things that Corey had normally denied me and that was most everything. Why I still found it hard to ignore his voice in my head, I fought him tooth and nail, hating that even though he was locked up and I was safe… I still found myself keeping to so many of his demands. Maybe it was the things he said, or the way he had made me feel but regardless, I just couldn’t clear him from my mind all the way.

  I knew it was because I didn’t trust that he was gone forever. Lurking in the back of my mind, it was like a countdown to when he would reappear. So many nights I had awoken from a calm sleep terrified that he was in the room. Dozens of times I woke restless and groggy. When that happened I would rush to the bathroom and inspect my body for needle punctures. Cory had taken to drugging me when I ‘misbehaved’ and so many, many times to count I had awoken from a drug hangover.

  The day I left the hospital I’d held my breath all the way to the lawyers office to file for divorce as ‘No Contest’ and report him to the bar for the attempted murder charge, the manslaughter charge, the stalking in the first degree charge and the assault with deadly intent charge. He had been barred from practicing law ever again and two months later it was final and Corey was behind bars. Until I saw him with my own eyes on the opposite side of the bars, I hadn’t been able to walk down the street. I had been terrified that he was lurking waiting to jump out of the bushes and finish his job. That was just over two years ago but the effect of his abuse still clung tight.

  I motioned my body with a quick hand not wanting to linger too long at the scars across my abdomen. I slid my hand across the deep scars that were still bright pink and visible even with Noah's beautiful art now covering them.

  Cory had left his mark and though the doctors had tried to fix the mess he made, they were still a mess of jagged lines and ugly as hell.

  I traced my hands over the one thing I loved and had been working on with Noah. I applied the cream along my hip and over my ass as I followed the detail I loved so much. The tattoo was a piece of art. The designs and patterns were tattooed in thick black and crawling up my hip, around my backside, over my ribs and landing beneath my left breast in tribal tree branches with bright pink cherry blossoms, some bloomed and some not. The tattoo took an entire year for me to save the money and get it done in pieces. I had wanted a reflection of my mind’s eye and called Noah every chance I had and begged him to do the work. Every time he was in town he added me and I always had to sneak my money to him because he would never take it. The last time I finally told him that it meant everything to me to be able to pay for it with my money and not have to feel shamed by it.

  Noah took the money with an uncomfortable sigh but took it none the less. “I understand needing shit on your own and so I won’t fight you even if I hate it.”

  I leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Too bad.”

  I looked to the mirror now, dressed in a sexy but appropriate outfit, my makeup a little more flawless than usual. My breasts were fabulous so at least I could make him pant a little. It was so weird that the minute Shamus arrived, the small speck of the girl I used to be shined through a little. If not for Shamus having so much going for him, and me with my secrets, I wondered if I would have bothered changing the rules and dressing modestly? I knew that even if he were a fry cook at Burger King, I would have gone to him tonight, dressed as I was now.

  I may still love Shamus, but I wasn’t a doormat either. He left me with no concern or thought for what pain it caused me.

  I had no problem making him sweat a little once he saw me. I would show him I was just fine without him… even if I wasn’t.

  *

  Cassa

  The drive over to Jerry’s took less than five minutes and Carrie drove in slowly taking a mental count of all the cars in the small driveway looking for any she recognized. You never would have thought a drunk lived here. The house was small on a giant piece of property that wound to a dock in the back. Jerry’s boat sat silent and alone on the water. I could make out the name on the side of the craft and smiled. ‘I Got Crabs’. He named the boat that knowing people would never forget the name. He was right. Beneath the name was the small writing. James and Son. He had purchased this house with Brenda his wife long before Shame was born. Brenda was from Gig Harbor and Jerry was Seattle born and raised. When they found out they were having Shame, Brenda wanted to raise him in Gig Harbor instead of the city. Jerry turned the house into his business home. Four months out of the year he lived in Seattle, which meant he was out on the water and only docking in Seattle. The minute Shame turned eighteen Jerry moved to Seattle and Shamus stayed in Gig Harbor, both content to be apart.

  Jerry had always wanted Shamus to come home and take over the business. Shame always wanted music and it was the two separate dreams they had that shattered the father son bond between them. Jerry died waiting for Shamus to come home for good.

  I walked to the front of the house looking at the perfectly manicured yard. Jerry would mow it every Sunday before his shakes kicked in. He would drink a six-pack while he worked to get it perfect. Then he would reward himself after his chores were complete.

  We knocked gently on the screen door. I could hear the footsteps as they walked toward the door and held my breath as my heart started beating its way from my chest. My entire body erupted in nervous jitters. I was going to face Shamus, love of my life and empty pit of my soul in just seconds, and I was excited.

  Fuck!

  The faint shadow as it got closer to the door was one a of woman. I looked at Carrie in confusion and knew she was hiding something. For a girl with secrets she sure sucks at hiding things from others. When I was sure I would pass out from the anticipation the door opened.

  *

  Cassa

  “Jesus Roni you gave me a heart-attack.” I exclaimed with a smile as I pulled her in close. “How’s the drama?”

  “No drama yet but the night’s still early.” She winked and handed over a sleeping Noelle to an anxious Carrie hence the smile Carrie had been wearing just seconds before. There was no secret, the woman just missed her baby girl.

  “No don’t go through there you’ll be swarmed.” Carrie said in a hushed voice as she pulled me around the side of the house instead of walking through the front door, Noelle curled closely into her neck. “Shamus is in there with some skanknamed Becky or some shit and she is a complete fangirl”

  So there was the secret the little traitor. She knew I would have gone on back to the car if I had known he brought a girl. Just hearing his name was like taking a knife to the chest. For the first time in two years I was less than a hundred feet from Shamus James, love of my life. “Well seeing Shame now after all this time with a fangirlhanging off his arms sounds like torture.” I didn’t even hesitate to snag a bottle of Lynchburg Lemonadefrom the cooler outside and opened it immediately.

  “I’m sorry Sass, I should have been more considerate.” Carrie pulled me in for a hug and squeezed the life out of me wrapping us both around baby Noelle. Carrie had lived a life of terror until Noah was old enough to run away with them both. How she stayed so upbeat and positive was a lesson I wished I could learn. “Stay out here with us. We’re the cool ones anyway.”

  I laughed and followed her to the bonfire burning bright, the Puget Sound was glistening in the distance. “Sis.” Mikey said and slapped a hand on Roni’s hips to stand and kiss her. They both walked to Carrie and I, fake smiles in place. “How are you holding up?” Mike asked, forcing me to cringe and roll my eyes.

  “Mikey it’s not like I am a fan meeting the band. I’m fine. Jerry was my friend, my second father. Seeing Shamus again in this situation sucks but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.”

  “He asked about you
when we got here.” Mike said. He had always been more like one of the girls when it came to gossip.

  I took a seat beside Carrie and smiled to Chad Blake, the lead singer in TAT. “Hey Chad.”

  He stood all six feet four of him. Chad was the sexy one of the group. Chad got most the attention as the lead singer, with swagger that no girl could ignore. I heard a small sigh from Carrie beside me and I knew they would be sneaking off somewhere. They were like teenagers non-stop. Shame and I had been like that once, Carrie had even said she wished she and Chad could be as strong as me and Shame… how times have changed.

  Once they found one another and let all the bad go, the bad found me and Shame and we lost one another. “Don’t ‘hey Chad’ me. Get over here Cassa.”

  His arms were open but he didn’t wait for me to stand when he scooped me up in a hug. “I’m so sorry ‘bout Jerry Cass. I know how connected you two were.”

  “Thanks Chad.” I whispered and held him tight. Chad was no different from Cal or Noah and had bent backwards, sideways and upside down to make sure I was protected in the nightmare that was Corey. Hearing Chad say he understood my connection to Jerry made my heart ache. Chad understood broken because of his wife and the broken pieces he helped to mend.

  “Noah’s inside and I know he wants to see you.” Chad pulled back, his hands on my shoulders though so he could look me in the eyes. “Want me to text him and tell him you’re here? I know you don’t really want to head inside.”

  “That would be nice. Thanks Chad.” Noah had been there for me as well because of the friendship between Candey, Carrie and I but felt it was because he knew how low you fell when someone beat you down. He knew because just as he desperately tried to save his sister, he refused to let me fall down too. He always knew when I was in my own head and he fought to bring me back. All the hours doing my tattoo were therapeutic in a sense because Noah was a safe place for my thoughts. He had a way of breaking down bullshit and getting to the truth. He was my closest guy friend and I knew he was worried sick about me facing Shame tonight. I also knew he wanted to make sure I didn't face him alone.