House Of Obsidian: Flawed Love Part 19

I stop walking and just stare at him, not really knowing what to say. I don't even know why he's here. My chat with Pippa yesterday shed some light on the situation, but in the end it still hasn't given me any answers. My keys make a jingling sound and he looks up, his brown eyes pinning mine. "What are you doing here, Rainer?" I ask.

He stands and walks over to me. "Will you take a walk with me?"

I sigh. "I don't think that's wise . . ."

"Please, Mali."

My shoulders slump. "Okay, but it can't be far. My feet are killing me."

He studies me, then glances around us. There's a park over the road, with an old rusted playground no one uses anymore, though they never seem to want to knock it down, which makes no sense to me. Rainer points to it. "Is that too far?"

I shake my head. "No."

We walk across the road in silence and when we reach the gra.s.s, I lean down and slip off my shoes. I carry them in my hand, sighing as the cool gra.s.s brings some relief to my tired, aching feet. We reach the swings and I sit on one. It's probably ready to break, but I risk it. Rainer sits on the other and we both remain silent.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you, Mali."

I shrug. "s.h.i.t happens."

"Don't do that," he says. "I was a f.u.c.king jerk, and you didn't deserve that. I know I said it was only a casual thing, and that's the truth, but you're still a girl and you still deserve respect. I should have told Pippa how it was."

"She already knew, Rainer, so the only people you upset were yourself and me."

He narrows his eyes. "You've spoken to her."

It's not a question.

"Yeah, I did speak to her. She wanted to talk to me about what went down. She's not stupid and she cares about you, Rainer."

His eyes meet mine. "Either way, I shouldn't have done what I did. I'm not ashamed of you, Mali. In fact . . ."

He trails off and I stare at him, waiting for him to go on.

"In fact?" I prompt.

"You're the best lay I've had . . . since . . . I can't even remember."

I blink. The best . . . lay.

"Lay?" I say, my eyes wide.

He closes his eyes, cursing. "There I go again, f.u.c.king things up."

"It's okay," I say, waving a hand. "I'm flattered . . . I think."

His lips quirk. "Anyway, I'm sorry. I don't know what the f.u.c.k we're doing here, but for some strange reason I find myself not wanting to stop. I can't promise you anything, because there's nothing to give, but I want to keep . . ."

"f.u.c.king me?"

His eyes flash. "Yeah."

"Well, it's your lucky day, handsome," I say, swinging the old rusty set. "I'm happy to keep it up, too."

"Yeah?"

I smile at him. "Yeah."

"So, go ahead and tell me something you've never told anyone else," I say to Rainer, that night in my bed.

He just f.u.c.ked me, long and slow, and now we're tucked in each other's arms, happily exhausted. He isn't running. He isn't making any move to leave. He seems happy enough to stay, and I'm fine with that.

"I am s.h.i.t scared of spiders."

I giggle.

"Seriously?"

He grunts. "f.u.c.k yeah. They're awful."

"Do you scream and run around, hands in the air?"

He pinches my arm softly. "No, but I don't like them being close to me."

"You're funny."

He snorts. "I'm glad I entertain you."

"You just don't seem like the type to be scared of anything."

He goes quiet for a moment. "You'd be surprised."

"I think I would," I admit. "You seem so strong on the exterior, but there's a big story behind your eyes, Rainer. One day, you might want to tell me about it."

He shifts and I think he's going to brush it off again, but he starts speaking. "I was sold as a slave."

My entire body jerks in his arms, because I've thought of a thousand different scenarios, but never, not ever did I think something like that had happened to him. My blood runs cold. A slave? He doesn't mean . . .

"Not a s.e.x slave," he says, as if reading my thoughts. "I was a working slave."

"Rainer," I breathe.

"That's how I met Pippa."

Oh no.

"Pippa was a slave too?" I gasp.

"Yeah," he says, his voice thick. "We met and became close while we were there."

"I'm so sorry. I . . . I never...how did you end up like that?"

He starts playing absently with a strand of my hair. "I got into drugs. I f.u.c.ked with the wrong people, and as a debt repayment, I was sold to a tobacco farm somewhere in Mexico. I was there more than five years."

Oh G.o.d. Poor Rainer. My poor, beautiful Rainer.

"And Pippa?"

"She had a really hard life and got sold for much the same reason. We were thrown in with each other and over the years, we became all the other person had. The scars on my back are the day I got whipped nearly to death protecting her."

Tears start flowing now, and I can't stop them. I never realized Rainer had led such a hard life. I never realized he had been through so much h.e.l.l. What kind of horror did he live through? What kind of pain must he have endured?

"I got taken before her, and it was the worst day of my life. I only found her again recently."

"I'm so sorry," I rasp between tears. "I didn't . . . I couldn't . . ."

"We saw a lot of bad s.h.i.t together-I can't even begin to explain how much. We had to clean up a woman's brains with our hands when the man who owned us got p.i.s.sed off and shot her. That was our life."

My body jerks and bile rises in my throat. Rainer seems to feel that and his arms tighten around me.

"But I'm free now, and so is Pippa. I'm trying to fix myself. To move on. I drink way more than I should, and I can't keep relationships because my moods fluctuate so rapidly."

"Is it how you lost your memory?" I whisper.

"Yeah. I didn't really lose my memory as such, but traumatic events caused everything to become fuzzy. Some days I get so f.u.c.king frustrated because I can't remember the simplest things."

"It's not your fault, Rainer. You're a stronger person than most."

"Sometimes fitting back into the real world is so f.u.c.king hard, I wonder how I'll cope. You know, I've not told a f.u.c.king soul about that. I don't know what it is about you, Mali, but . . ."

"I'm glad you trusted me enough. Sometimes telling your story is the start of the biggest road to recovery."

He rolls me towards him and his eyes study my face. "I can't promise you anything, Mali, but I find myself wanting to be around you."

"Same here," I say, studying his face. "And for as long as you'll have me, Rainer, I'll stay."

"Why?" he whispers.

"Because you're worth it."

He leans forward and kisses me, and I let him.

He needs to know he's worth it, even if right now he doesn't believe it.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

MALI a THEN

Rainer and I hold hands as the coffin is lowered into the ground. There aren't many people here. That's because Rainer's dad had no one who cared about him. He was a drunk, and a cruel man, and because of that no one wanted to be in his life. So it's just us, an old, nearly dead priest who is mumbling the words. We sc.r.a.ped money together to get to bury Rainer's father with respect. Respect he probably doesn't deserve.

They told us he was in a car accident, that he was drunk and ran off the road. I don't know how much of it is true, or if there's more to the story, but it's all anyone cares about. He was dead broke and left Rainer with nothing but debts piled high. Rainer had to quit school and find a job at a local garage to try and keep the house. I asked him why he was insistent on keeping the place and not selling it, but he just shut me out and said I wouldn't understand. Maybe I wouldn't. Everything just went so bad. He had a future, he was going to college, and now he's got nothing but pain.

As the dirt is thrown over the cheap coffin, I say a silent goodbye. Rainer says nothing; he glares at the grave and then tugs my hand. We walk towards his car, neither of us knowing what to say. It's a cold day out, and there's a soft drizzle of rain falling over us. Not enough to soak us, just that frustrating light sprinkle that becomes irritating. We step into the parking lot, and I see four men standing near Rainer's car.

Rainer stops dead.

"Emy, wait for me here," he orders, not taking his eyes off them.

"Who are they, Rai?" I whisper.

"They aren't your concern. Wait here."

He lets my hand go and walks over to the men. I stare as they all talk amongst themselves. It seems to get heated for a few moments and then Rainer nods and steps back. The men all disappear and I rush over. Something doesn't seem right about the situation, and I know whatever those men wanted wasn't good.

"Who were they?" I ask as Rainer opens the car door for me.

"Nothing for you to worry about."

"Rai, I'm not stupid. Who are they?"

He sighs. "My dad had debts. I have to pay them off."

I shake my head, confused. "Debts? What kind of debts?"

"That doesn't matter. You just need to know I'm working on it. It'll be fine."

"Rainer . . ."

His eyes flash to me. "Get in the car, Emy."

"Rainer please . . ."

"Now," he barks.

Dropping my head, I slide into the car.