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... Craig, wait,” I said, waving my hand uselessly (like he could see it), “It wasn’t you, man. You didn’t know.” “Dude, I volunteered, remember? To wrestle you when he made you get up there? If I hadn’t…” “He would have picked someone anyway. You didn’t—” “I fucking choked you…If we had just been…I don’t know, trying grips or something, maybe he wouldn’t have gotten in as much trouble…” “Craig, it had nothing to do with you. I’m as much to blame as you.” No, no, no, no, no. Fuck, why didn’t I think about this? Why didn’t I consider how Craig might feel? I should have known better… “Craig, baby…It’s okay.” I could hear Craig’s sobs. “I wish I had stopped being an asshole earlier…Maybe I would have—” “Don’t think like that,” Becca said soothingly, “Please don’t…Craig…” He choked back sobs and said, “Jack…I’m sorry for all the shit I put you through. I’m sorry for trying to choke you in class and…Fuck, he’s really dead?” Feeling like an absolute asshole, I replied, “Yeah, but it’s not your fault, man.” “If it wasn’t for me, he wouldn’t have lost his job…” “It would have been someone else, man. Come on, don’t worry about it.” I desperately tried to think of another conversation topic. “How was your Christmas? How’s Carson?” “Jack,” Becca said, “Can Craig and I have some alone time?” “Sure.” Fucking wonderful job, Jack. Craig wants to help you feel better and you make him feel like he’s responsible for what happened to Coach Walburn. Fucking…fantastic! “I’ll message you later. Bye ...

... Jack.” “Bye,” I replied, keeping the phone to my ear even after I heard the click and the line went dead. I didn’t have any abuse left in my brain for myself. Frankly, I didn’t have any brain left for myself. I was so tired and weary and just wanted…nothing. There was nothing I wanted. If I slipped into a coma at that moment, it would probably be welcome. What a great fucking Christmas this had been. Another half-hour of motionlessness passed with me trying to sort out my thoughts. First priority was, obviously, talk to Kayla. Try and work this whole thing out. Mad or not, we’d been together too long and our emotions ran too deep to allow this to create yet another gap between us. I grabbed my phone and shot her a message. Me: Hey, I’m off work. Second priority was…what? I had been thinking about talking to Tara but even as the thought crossed my mind, it looked less and less appealing. Last night was still fresh and I doubt we’d be able to have any conversation without it eventually creeping up. At least, I wouldn’t be able to; I barely kept from mentioning it when I saw her a little while ago. My intention was to get us back to how things were supposed to be: her and me as raucous and carefree as we had always been around each other. Last night having happened so recently…uh uh, not happening. Part of me whispered that, after everything that had happened between us on this vacation, it would never be the way it was ‘supposed’ to be. I turned away from that thought. I wasn’t ...