Someday Never Came

Chapter Twenty-Five

Hours pass before Wyhtt and I return to the house. Shopping had been successful, and I got everything I need for the rest of the week. The atmosphere changes the moment we walk through the door, putting Wyhtt immediately on defense as he takes note of the mess in the kitchen. Ceramic shards cover the floor near the sink, several more shards and a puddle of dark liquid lay scattered around Jensen. Wyhtt’s eyes lock on Jensen before Wyhtt turns to Grayson. The three of them seem to have some type of unspoken conversation, some bit of knowledge that I am unaware of.

I rush to Jensen’s side, trying to ask what happened as I wrap my hands around his, but when he looks back at me his eyes are distant. Rather than looking at me, it’s as if he’s looking through me. Attempting to massage his lower back, I wrap my arms around him. I try to lessen some of the tension in the air before he shrinks away from my touch. It’s difficult not to wince at his reaction. We had been so close last night, I thought things might go back to the way they were before he left. What happened while Wyhtt and I were gone? The look on his face now is empty, reserved as he continues looking directly through me, as if I’m just a ghost who is invisible to the human eye. He doesn’t hear a word I say, he just grabs some stuff and bolts through the door, slamming it behind him.

I move to follow, but Wyhtt yells from across the room. “Leave him be, S. He just needs some time to cool down.” I watch as Jensen peels out of the driveway, tires shrieking on the pavement before disappearing out of sight.

Throwing my hands in the air, I turn to face the two men. “What the fuck was that?”

Neither answer. Instead, Grayson asks for help cleaning up the mess. Wyhtt offers and tells me I should unpack my new clothes. He finishes by telling me the three of us will go out to dinner this evening. When I ask about Jensen joining us, Grayson says he’ll text Jensen and let him know where we end up going. With that, both men busy themselves with cleaning. I go to my room, basically banished to entertain myself until dinner.

I spend the next three hours sunbathing like a cat on the deck, reading when the sun isn’t blinding me. Around four in the afternoon, Wyhtt appears with concern etched into his features.

“What?” I ask, keeping my tone short and clipped.

“It’s nothing. I just wanted to check in on you. Been out here for a while . . . ” he starts, but even as he speaks, I can tell he’s still distracted.

“Wasn’t I banished?” I snip, hoping the words come off bitchy.

“Don’t be like that. Grayson and I just needed to clean things up. I don’t know if you noticed the broken dishes or the coffee spill in the kitchen.”

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes with as much force as possible. “Is he done with his fucking mood swings yet, or is he never coming back again? We both know how great he is about just disappearing, don’t we?” I finish, my tone bitter.

“S.” His tone holds a warning that isn’t normally there when it comes to me bitching about Jensen’s shitty behavior.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re going to start defending him now.”

“This is not the same as before, I can promise you that much,” he replies, agitation present in his otherwise quiet tone.

“How can you promise me that, Wyhtt? He literally shrank away from my touch. We kissed, we spent the night together, and now he’s MIA? Feels oddly fucking familiar to me.” I choke on the words, trying to keep my bottom lip from wobbling.

“Fuck, S.” He grips my chin, bringing my eyes to lock with his. “I swear it’s not the same thing. He isn’t that scared little teenage boy anymore. None of us are kids anymore. I know it’s hard to hear and even if it feels like it, I can promise you that what happened today is not because of you.” His voice is earnest, worry for his brother clear as he speaks.

“What did happen?” I ask.

“That isn’t my story to tell.”

I nod, accepting he won’t betray Jensen’s trust by telling me whatever knowledge he knows that I don’t.

“Listen, why don’t you go shower and get ready? We’ll leave around six.”