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A to Z: D is for Dive

In the last post, we left Icarus and Cassie kissing. This picks up right after that. Warning: there is mention of domestic abuse in this post. It’s brief, but if it’s triggering for you, I won’t be upset if you skip the post. But, also it won’t be the last mention of it as it’s part of Cassie and Trace’s past.

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Cassie couldn’t believe she was here kissing Icarus. A year ago she was sure she’d never even see him again. That it was for the best she hadn’t ended up with him. How had her father and Henry brainwashed her into thinking he was the dangerous one? That had always been Henry. Why hadn’t she seen it before?

She had, she reminded herself. Every time his hand had struck her.

Icarus pulled back slightly from her, and she couldn’t help the sound of protest that escaped. He smiled and bent his head to press another kiss, this one brief, to  her lips. “We should probably get back,” he said and sounded about as disappointed as she felt.

They should probably do something about that one of these days. But every time she thought she was ready to go to him, she chickened out at the last minute.

She needed to do something about that as well. She wished she had enough courage to do it. But, for now she just slipped her arm through his and walked with him back toward the clubhouse. They didn’t speak any more, but she was fine with that. She didn’t mind walking in silence with him.

When they reached the clubhouse, she saw Trace standing on the porch. And his face relaxed when he saw them approaching. “I have to check in with the board,” Icarus said. “We have some decisions to make, but we shouldn’t be long.” Then, he kissed her cheek and left her on the porch to go into the house.

Cassie looked over at her son and smiled, though it froze there when her gaze fell on the tags on his vest. Dive. That’s what they were calling him. She hated thinking about the way he’d earned the name. Or the reason he was good at diving out of the way. So, she averted her gaze from it and back up to his face.

“I’m guessing Dad told you,” he said. “About Henry.”

She nodded and moved over beside him. “He did.” Her hands trembled as she set them against the railing. “He…what if he comes after us, Trace?”

She realized how ridiculous it sounded as soon as the words left her mouth. She should have been the one to trying to assure him instead of seeking that assurance from him.

“He won’t get us,” Trace said, his voice firm. “You should know this by now. You’ve been here long enough to see that the club circles around us when there’s trouble. He won’t get through that to us. Dad won’t let him.”

Icarus had tried to tell her basically the same thing. She wanted to believe him, both of them. But, it was hard to trust in something she still didn’t completely understand.

Trace slid his arm around her shoulders. “We’ll be okay, Mom. I promise you.”

She still wasn’t sure she believed him, but she walked with him into the house. She’d pretend if it made him feel better. She owed him that much at least.

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Why does she feel she owes Trace that much? Will they be okay? What will happen? Stick with me, and you’ll find out.

 

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Comments on: "A to Z: D is for Dive" (2)

  1. […] The last post left us with Trace trying to assure his mother everything would be okay. But, Cassie even knows that no one can guarantee that. Now, a look into how she’s handling the possibility of her husband coming after her. […]

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