River yells, Grace cries, and Serena whispers, but I don't hear their words as I continue to stare at the man I spent most of my life with, the man I believed was dead. His eyes are still glued to mine. Tears stream down his face and I know my tears are now out of control. "Dahl, do you understand what I'm saying . . . Do you hear me?"
I don't let him finish; instead my fists pound into his chest with the force of my whole body. "What the hell are you talking about? You're dead! I saw you die!" His face collapses and my lungs seem to stop expanding.
River practically sprints forward, pulling me away. Ben's hands are at my waist, grabbing for me. My legs aren't there to support me any longer. The room starts spinning and I lose all sense of what is real. As I feel myself start to fall, I reach for River but his strong arms are already clutching me tightly. I see shapes but no faces. I hear yelling, screaming.
"Nothing has changed. She belongs with me."
"She belongs with me," River yells, and his voice sounds like it could cut through steel.
"Fuck you," Ben responds.
And I don't hear anything else as everything around me goes black. Until the fresh air outside hits my senses and I begin to regain consciousness. River cradles me in his arms on the way to the car. Grace is behind him. She's pleading with him to stay and bring me to her room. I don't hear his answer. He sets me in the front seat and I'm at least able to sit up. Leaning into the car he asks if I'm okay, but I can't even nod my head. He whispers in my ear that he just wants to get me home.
At the edge of my vision I see Caleb getting out of his car and taking in the scene. River hurries across the car to the driver's side. At the front door of the house, Serena is grabbing Ben's arm as he moves toward us, screaming at River. My throat tightens with an unfamiliar feeling. River's yelling as he storms toward Ben, but Caleb gets to Ben first and pushes him toward the house. Needing some air, I roll down the window and hear Ben yell, "You filled a void when I wasn't here, but you're no substitute for the real thing." Not wanting to hear his voice anymore, I close the window.
When I see Ben lunge for River, I'm relieved that Caleb stops him and River heads back to the car. As the door opens I hear Ben yelling, "Dahl, don't leave!" My trembling intensifies at hearing his voice again and the tears are flowing from my eyes like a heavy rainstorm. I try to blink back the confusion.
The door slamming startles me from my emotional turmoil. He's angry. His body is tense and he pounds his hands against the steering wheel. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." The sound echoes between us. Keeping his head bowed for a few seconds, he looks up at the ceiling before looking at me. "Are you okay?" His tone fails in its attempt at normalcy.
Nodding is all I can do. My limbs are limp and a broken sound escapes my lips. Studying me, he reaches over and moves the strand of hair that has fallen into my face away from my eyes. Pulling my chin up, he wipes my tears away, but says nothing and neither do I. I don't even know what I would say . . . I don't even know how I feel other than that I might explode-cry, scream, might even laugh.
I can't imagine how he feels right now. I hear the rhythm of his breathing and feel his hands trembling. The tips of fingers on my face are warm and loving and I lean into them.
My eyes are focused on him and I jump when there's a rap on my window. It's Grace checking on me. River lowers the window, but I keep my eyes on him. Her words fade in and out as I focus on his face-the one constant in my life right now. Telling her he'll call her in the morning; he closes the window even though she's still talking. No more words are spoken as he starts the car. When the car accelerates with a quick jerk, I rest my head against the glass window and allow myself to fade back into unconsciousness.
"Let me get you some water," River says in the most somber tone I've ever heard him use, when I wake up groggy at home on the sofa. He stops to turn the fireplace on and then heads for the kitchen. From where I'm sitting, I can see him standing at the sink. He puts both palms over his eyes and holds them there for a short while. Then he fills a glass with water and gulps it down before refilling it and bringing it to me. I rub the glass against my forehead, but it's not cold enough to numb the turmoil swelling in my soul. I watch him as he sits next to me on the couch. He takes my ringing phone from his pocket and turns it off. Then he takes out his own phone, turns it on, and moves his finger around on the screen before speaking to me.