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was dead."

Chapter 8

Chelsea

"The next day, Mayson Carey was born, and Braxton Michaels was dead." I put my hand against the wall as my knees give out on me. The tears are flowing like a river down my face. I can’t imagine what it must be like. "I thought he was dead." I put my hand to my mouth in order to stop the sob that wants to rip through me. "Left him for dead, and then I joined the military. Never," he says, his voice going down. "Never did I think he was alive."

"Did you check his pulse?" Ethan asks him.

"No," he says. "There was no way I thought he could survive."

"He found you," Quinn says, and I stop breathing as I hear him answer.

"Might as well get Chelsea," Mayson says. "She saved me from dying, so she should hear how it happened."

I get up slowly and walk to the kitchen to grab a glass. Turning around, I head straight to the cabinet where I keep my grandfather’s special drink. I untwist the top and pour two fingers in the glass. Ethan walks in at the same time as I pick the glass up and take down the gulp.

The burning makes me cough, and I put the back of my hand in front of my mouth. "Did you hear?" Ethan says, looking at me, and I just look back at him.

"You can’t leave him here," I tell him, and he just looks at me. "I’m not kidding, Ethan. You can not keep him here."

"Because of his past?" He glares at me, and I glare back at him.

"You fucking know what that man just dished out." I point toward the hallway, ignoring the tears rolling down my face. "What he just put out in that room. He needs help." I put my hand to my chest as his words play over and over in my head. I can’t save him is the only thing I can tell myself.

"He needs you," he says. "Look at what you did for him so far. You don’t have to do anything else but make sure he stays alive," Ethan says, and we both stop talking when we see Quinn standing there.

"She heard?" he mentions with his chin toward me, and Ethan nods. "Something tells me that what is coming next is going to hurt even more."

"Let’s go find out," I say, pouring another shot and then taking it and coughing again.

"How many is that?" Ethan asks me.

"Not enough that I can still hear his broken voice in my head," I say and walk into the room.

I look over at my father, who is about to step forward to come to me, but I give him a silent shake of my head, and he stops. My eyes fly toward Mayson, and I move them away, seeing that they are red. I want to ask him all the questions. I want him to know it doesn’t matter what happened. He’s still himself.

"Well," I say, looking at him now, putting my hands in front of me. "What are we talking about?"

"You can stop pretending you didn’t hear everything before," Mayson says, and I look at him.

"You're in my house, and the walls are not soundproof." I look over at my uncle Casey. "So yeah, I heard."

"Good," Mayson says. "Saves me time to rehash it." He tries to sit up, but he winces. The day after he got here, Casey showed up with a hospital bed. I was shocked that in thirty minutes, my old bed was out, and the hospital bed was in. To be honest, it was more convenient for me.

I walk over to the side table and grab his glass of water and hand it to him. "This will help." He nods at me and takes a couple of sips.

"I joined the military as Mayson." He continues his story. "Every single day, I was petrified they would find out what I did. Every single time I got summoned, I thought this is it. I’m going to jail for murder." He smirks now. "But nothing. No one knew or found out. I made sure I never got a credit card. I paid for everything in cash. Stayed in a motel to avoid getting an apartment so they wouldn’t do a background check. I went back to the trailer park and found that the whole park had been wiped out. Turns out, that night a tornado had come through and wrecked everything."

"Did you check for a death certificate?" Uncle Casey asks him, and he shakes his head. He takes the phone out of his pocket typing something into it.

"I had just come back from my last tour. Three weeks ago, I guess. I walked into the cabin and knew right away something wasn’t right. Felt it in my stomach and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up." He looks down as his hands start to shake. "For the past eight years, I’ve been leaving things in a certain way to make sure no one surprised me." He looks at Ethan, faking laughing. "Must be the training." Ethan laughs with him. "He swung the bat before I was able to grab the gun," he says. "Knocked me out."

"How long?" Ethan asks him, and he looks down.

"Long enough to drag me out behind the cabin," he says, looking at him, "and tie me to a tree."

"Wait a second," I say, stepping forward, and he stops talking. My heart speeds up as I think about him locked up, not only for an hour but a week. "Are you telling me that you were locked up for a whole week?"

"Five days," he corrects me.

"It’s fine," he tells me, looking me in the eyes. He tries to smile at me, but it’s a sad fucking smile. "He tied me to the tree, and every day, he would come out and knock me around." Quinn hisses, and I look over at him, and he shakes his head and holds his

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