Becoming His by Mariah Dietz
The next morning I try to contact Eric to see if we can meet up so I can finally end things. He has to realize this is coming; all summer we’ve seen each other only a handful of times and none of them have been even remotely romantic, usually ending in a disagreement or him leaving early, like the barbecue or the party at Tim Evans’.
He agrees to meet me at five, and I spend the afternoon mentally preparing what I’m going to say.
I pull into the parking lot at 4:57 p.m., intentionally parking a few spots away from him. The words that I’ve been rehearsing all day run through my mind again as I step out of my car. I feel slightly guilty for suggesting we meet at a restaurant when I know I’m going to break up with him, but for the first time since Tim Evans’s party, I don’t feel confident in knowing what Eric’s reaction is going to be.
“Finally! You’re late!” Eric says, striding over to my door. He hastily closes it and grabs my hand, pulling me in the direction of his.
I raise my eyebrows at his annoyance. “What are you doing?” I ask as he opens his passenger door. “We’re supposed to be going to dinner.”
“We are, but not here. I promised some people we would be there by now. We can talk after dinner. This is a big deal. We need to go.” He speaks as though I’m his errant child. I frown and cross my arms across my chest, refusing to move.
Eric releases a loud sigh, making his nostrils flare as he avoids eye contact with me by looking over my shoulder. He works to maintain a temper that I’ve only seen a small number of times.
“Harper, I’m sorry. I would really appreciate you doing this for me. Afterward we can talk all you want, but this is really important to me.”
I let out a deep breath and get in the car. As soon as I’m in, I regret my decision to be compliant and try not to visibly cringe when he places his hand on my bare thigh. He hands me my cell phone that I’d left at his house, and I accept it and try to fight the impulse to text Max and see how things went.
We arrive downtown with the wish I hadn’t gotten in his car running through my mind for the thousandth time in the last fifteen minutes. My mind wanders to Max again, and I wonder what he’s doing as I follow Eric inside the dimly lit restaurant.
Eric gives a name to the hostess, and we’re taken to the middle of the restaurant where there’s a table with three other couples already seated. They seem to notice us before we’re halfway across the restaurant and one of the men waves to us, grinning.
Dinner is just short of being considered ugly. The “important people” are a bunch of social climbing snobs trying to see whose face they can step on to reach the next rung.
I’ve met plenty of people like this in my life and partially due to the fact that I’ve never cared for them, and partially due to the fact that I’ve just hit number three thousand and eighty-two of times that I’ve regretted agreeing to come to this dinner, I don’t even bother trying to be polite and courteous. When one of them makes a scene to the waitress and acts like a complete scumbag, I snap, excusing myself from the table and leave.
“Babe, slow down,” Eric pleads. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me against his chest and he leans forward and kisses my neck, making every muscle in my body constrict.
“Eric, stop.” His breath reeks of expensive brandy, causing my stomach to churn, and his clawing hands make me feel dirty and restless. I push his arm away and continue down the sidewalk.
“Babe, why are you mad? Maybe you just need to get laid. That always puts girls in a good mood. You just need to give it up already, stop playing hard to get.”
I whip my head around, glaring at him. “I’m done Eric! We,” I say, motioning with my finger between the two of us, “we’re done.”
“Harper.” He spits my name, like it’s the answer to all evil as he jogs a few steps to catch up to where I’m heading toward a line of cabs. “Why are you being so damn difficult?” People are starting to stare at us, making me regret for the three thousand and eighty-third time that I got in his damn car. “They were just kidding around, Harper. There’s no need to be so uptight,” he says, fishing around in his pocket.
I stop and face him. “No, they aren’t. But, really, I don’t care because they’re your friends and I don’t expect to ever see them again.”
“You’re not done.” He reaches forward and grips my hip with a sense of possessiveness that sends another wave of anger to course through me. “You’re so damn dramatic and such a tease. Just get in the car, we’ll go back to my apartment and I’ll make sure you feel all better.”
Bile rises in my throat. The combination of the anger that I have right now for Eric, and for myself for staying in this relationship as long as I have, and for getting in the car when I knew that I shouldn’t have, pushes me to the breaking point. I grab the keys he’s twisting around his finger in some maneuver that’s intended to be suggestive but really just makes him look like a perv. He curses as they dig into his skin, and I throw them into an open dumpster some twenty odd feet behind us. All of those years of pool basketball finally pay off and the keys fall with a satisfying clank.
“What the hell? You fucking bitch!” He grips my arm, just above my elbow and whips me back roughly so I’m facing him again. He seethes as his fingers constrict. “I’ve been sleeping with other girls the entire time we dated! You think you’re so special? You aren’t! You’re just an uptight, spoiled bitch!” he yells in my face.
The admission shouldn’t hurt, though it does. I already knew there was a good chance he was sleeping around, but hearing it from him, and wondering exactly how long it’s been going on causes a twinge of pain.
My eyes dance to a few bystanders that I can tell are debating on whether to interfere. I hate that this is becoming such a spectacle.
Retaliations and accusations flood my mind with a plethora of four letter words that would make Kendall proud, but I clamp my mouth shut and walk away. My pride screams at me to go back and let him have it, but a small voice urges me on, reminding me that this isn’t a battle worth fighting. You fight to keep things you want, things that you believe in, and neither of those apply.
I quickly flag down a nearby cab and don’t bother looking back as I climb in and recite my parents’ address. I figure it’s best to worry about my car tomorrow, when I’m not angry and don’t have to wonder if Eric will try and follow me there. The cab driver glances at my reflection in the rearview mirror several times, and then politely inquires if I’m alright as he too just witnessed the end of Eric and me.
Heat rises to my cheeks as I nod and quietly thank him for his concern, assuring him I’m fine.
“Do I want to know?” Kyle asks, getting out of his truck as I climb out of the cab.
“No,” I reply, making my way over to him. Kyle slings his arm loosely around my shoulders, and we walk up to the house together.
“I don’t mean to pry, but why are you still dating him? I understand you want to make your own decisions, and when it comes to dating, that is your choice, but he’s sucha loser!”
My sisters have all changed tactics, and rather than complain about Eric, they simply work to discuss Max as much as possible. Kyle prefers to avoid the topic of Max with me, sticking to bashing Eric, which I’m more than fine with.
“I know. I ended things tonight,” I reply as he opens the front door.
Kyle’s eyes snap to me and a smile lights up his face. “Thank God! It’s about time! Sunday, I’m pouring you a drink and we’re celebrating!” He exclaims.
“What are we celebrating?” Kendall asks.
I look up to see her sitting at the kitchen table with Jameson, Abby, Landon, and Max. All have towels wrapped around themselves as they devour pizza. My heart flutters at the sight of Max as he hovers in his chair, like he’s debating whether to stand and greet me, or remain seated.
“Ding dong the douche is gone,” Kyle sings, reaching for a slice of pizza.
“Seriously?” Kendall asks, her voice a few octaves higher as she looks to me for confirmation. “What happened?”
I shrug and walk to the kitchen to pour a glass of orange juice. As I add some cranberry juice to it I see Max slide back into his chair. Obviously neither of us knows the proper etiquette currently.
“You didn’t tell me you were going to do it tonight! What happened?” Kendall asks as Kyle comes up beside me and extracts a bottle of vodka from above the fridge that he hands to me with a grin.
“Who cares, he’s gone!” he says, squeezing my shoulder. “Seriously, there were a few times I really wanted to punch that guy. I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get the chance.”
“Don’t worry, you can always punch Paul,” Abby chimes.
I feel relieved for the impending breakup to finally be done and over with. However, I have no desire to discuss the details until I can think up a vague enough explanation so I’m not lying but craftily omitting large portions of the evening. Not to mention I really don’t want to discuss this in front of Max, who I can still feel staring at me, willing me to look at him.
It’s taking a ridiculous amount of energy for me not to. I want to bathe in his attention, but something feels wrong about grinning at someone an hour after breaking up with another guy, even if it is Max.
“What did you guys do today?” I ask, looking to Abby as I take a seat between her and Landon. They’ve been intentionally avoiding each other since their impromptu make out session at Dante’s.
“Are you okay?” Kendall asks, reaching her hand across the table and wrapping it around mine. I look down at our joined hands. Kendall’s always been envious of my olive-toned skin, but I’ve always loved the alabaster with soft pink undertones that she and my sisters all have. I look up to see her light blue eyes staring at me with concern.
I take a long drink and squeeze her hand. “I’m great,” I say with a smile and I am. My break up was just a bit more exciting than I had intended, and I’m sure the stress of it shows on my face. I take another drink and push the thoughts further from my mind.
“The offer still stands. I’d be more than happy to throw a few punches,” Kyle says, standing behind me as he finishes a slice of pizza.
Kendall knows me too well to know if things had gone fine I would give her a brief summarization and wouldn’t be drinking. Surprisingly though, she doesn’t push it. She doesn’t have to.
Kyle grips my arm, roughly pulling it back and twisting it in an awkward Cirque Du Soleil move. “What the hell?” he yells. His hand grips my arm and I know I must already be sporting a bruise from where Eric had grabbed me. “Has he hit you before?” he demands, his green eyes bright with fury as I face him.
“What?” Kendall jumps up as the others slide their chairs back to get a look.
“It’s nothing.” I work to pull my arm back and try to conjure up a smile that will set Kyle at ease. Instead, he glowers at me with an intensity that I’ve only seen a few times in all the years I’ve known him.
“Ace,” Kyle repeats, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, “has he hurt you before?”
“No.” I can feel the others’ attention on me and can already picture their pity and anger.
Kyle’s eyes slowly open and find mine. I don’t avoid it. I know he won’t believe me unless I meet his challenge. His eyes quickly dance between mine, beseeching the truth. “No,” I repeat a little louder, shaking my head.
“Ace, seriously.” He persists.
“Seriously, Kyle, nothing has ever happened,” I insist, raising my eyebrows as I stare back into his eyes to emphasize I’m telling him the truth.
He still doesn’t look convinced. Kyle knows better than most about how to hide abuse, and I know this is hitting home with him since his dad had been a perpetual drunk that spent half of his time drinking and the other half abusing Kyle, both mentally and physically.
I shake my head in defeat. “I was stupid. I planned to meet him at a restaurant to break up because I didn’t know how things would go, and when I got there he drove us to a different restaurant because he’d made plans with these horrible social climbing jerks that all drank way too much and were being obnoxious and rude. So I left. I figured that even though I think breakups should be face to face, I’d give in this time and do it the middle school way and call him.
“But when I left he followed me, and I ended it a bit more publicly than I would’ve liked.”
“That doesn’t explain the bruise,” Kyle says, shaking his head and discounting pretty much everything I just told him.
“He was being an ass and I was done, with all of it. I didn’t want to argue with him so when he started following me, I walked away. He told me I was being dramatic, so I acted a little dramatic and threw his keys in the dumpster and walked away. He was pissed, and rightfully so. I really shouldn’t have—”
“You’re making excuses for him?” Kyle cries. “Unfuckingbelievable!”
“He didn’t hit me Kyle. He was trying to make me listen and I didn’t want to. I know I’ve needed to break up with him since …” I lift a hand and trail it backwards, shaking my head. They all know I’ve needed to do it for some time. “He was pissed off and he grabbed my arm. I didn’t stick around. I hailed a cab and came home. I didn’t even stop to get my car.”
I keep my eyes focused on Kyle as he intently stares at me. “Honestly, Kyle, he’s never hit me. I would have …” My words drift off as he nods and releases a deep sigh, working to calm himself down.
“If he comes over here again—”
“I’m breaking his fucking jaw,” Max interrupts.
My eyes turn to him as I hear the anger drip from his voice and see his right hand balled into a fist so tight his knuckles are white and pronounced against the stretch of his skin.
“And you won’t interfere,” Kyle instructs, looking at me with the same intensity.
I hesitate for a moment, trying to process this. I am in no way going to allow Max to hit Eric. After watching him at Dante’s, I’m still a little freaked out about what he’s capable of. However, knowing Eric and his pride, I doubt I’ll ever see him again. “Deal, as long as this stays here. At the kitchen table.”
Now it’s Kyle who hesitates. He looks at me for a long moment and I sense his unease as his gaze drifts over to Max and then to Kendall whose eyes are narrowed on me in thought.
“Deal,” she agrees. Kyle looks agitated with Kendall’s response but doesn’t argue as he turns his attention to the ceiling.
“What are you doing here anyways?” I ask him, feeling slightly relieved and anxious to turn the conversation.
“Mindi forgot her book thing last Sunday. I was supposed to get it yesterday but I forgot. I’m not making that mistake again.” His eyes grow with feigned fear.
I smile, happy to hear him crack a joke. “I think I saw it in the den. I’ll go grab it.”
As I return, e-reader in hand, I can tell they’re discussing me when I hear the swarm of hushed tones. I clear my throat and look to Kendall expectantly.
“We’re still at the kitchen table,” Kyle retorts, his tone set back to serious again.
“It’s not a big deal.” I pass him the e-reader.
“I told them you’d be pissed if they went looking for him,” Kendall says, tipping me off.
My eyes snap to Max and then to Kyle, both diligently working to avoid eye contact with me. “I’d be more than pissed! You guys aren’t going anywhere. This isn’t Braveheart. I don’t need anyone defending my honor.”
“Told you,” Kendall adds.
“Ace—” Max’s eyes look distant and tortured.
“Max, please. It’s over. Let’s let bygones be bygones.”
“He doesn’t deserve that!” His voice comes out strained, like he’s working to not yell the words at me. His fist slams against the table, expressing the anger he’s trying to disguise in his voice, making the salt and pepper shakers clink from the vibration it elicits.
He hastily pushes his chair back and strides out the front door at what seems like the speed of Superman.
“Shit,” Jameson mutters, pushing his chair back to follow. I don’t wait before I chase after him as well.
“Max!” I plead, sprinting the last few steps to catch up to him as he approaches his Jeep. I make one final dash to push in front of him and press my back against the driver’s side door.
“Max, stop.” I place a hand on his chest and can practically hear the deliberation occurring in his mind as he decides whether to ignore me or not. “Please,” I say softly, searching his eyes for some sort of resolve or understanding.
He lets out a loud sigh and laces his fingers behind his neck. His face tilts toward the sky for a long moment before dropping back to mine.
“I appreciate that you want to defend me, and I even understand and can agree with it to a certain extent, but I don’t want this to be an ongoing, messy ordeal. I want it to be over. I don’t want to see him again, I don’t want to talk to him again, and I don’t want to get revenge. I just want to be done. Can you please respect that and stay? Please, for me?”
Max lets out another loud sigh. His jaw clenches and he shakes his head subtly a few times before closing his eyes and looking to the ground. “He deserves to have the shit beaten out of him.”
“Let’s leave it to karma.”
“I’d feel much better taking care of it myself.”
The left side of my mouth pulls up in a smirk. “I know.” I wrap my arms around his body and feel his muscles relax just the tiniest bit as I pull myself to his chest.
“If he comes back here though—”
“I won’t interfere,” I agree again.
Max’s grip flexes before it loosens and we turn back to my house with our arms still securely wrapped around each other’s waists. The others stand in the driveway watching us.
“If he comes, call me. I want to help beat the shit out of him,” Kyle says before kissing Kendall on the cheek and heading over to do the same to Abby. “I have to get back before Mindi starts burning my clothes in the driveway.”
“No more douchebags,” he adds, hooking his elbow around the side of my neck and pulling me to him in a rough hug that breaks my arm from Max’s. “I love you too.” He plants a kiss on the top of my head before releasing me and walking to his truck.
“Love you too,” I call, following the others back inside.