Coping
with Edward’s death felt like nothing compared to watching Julia pack my suitcase “Why can’t Rachel stay here?”
Michael asked from the floor of the closet, where he and I were camped
out. “Bryan’s not even that old. He’s only in college. It’s not fair that he gets her!”
“I know
it’s not fair," Julia said. "But there isn’t anything
we can do about it. We just have to
accept it.”
“He’s
not her father, is he?”
Julia
let out a sharp laugh. “Heavens, no!”
“Then
why does he get her?”
“You
wouldn’t understand.”
“But
he’s mean!”
“He’s
not mean. He’s just—Bryan. I’m sure he’ll be very nice to Rachel.” Julia pasted a brave but thoroughly
transparent smile on her face. “And
Rachel will still get to visit. It will
be fun.”
Well,
Julia sounded so unconvinced of how fun
my impending doom with Bryan Jennings would be that it was impossible to believe
her. Neither did I agree that we should
passively accept the fate that had befallen us.
It was me, after all, and not
her who would be going off with the oldest son bright and early tomorrow
morning.
Tortured
by that knowledge, I tossed and turned for much of the night. Once I finally did drift off, it was only to
dream of a giant, dark ogre—his eyes glittering black and cold as he dragged me
off into a cave from which there was no escape.
This
nightmare had begun to fade into another one involving giants when a familiar
voice broke into my consciousness.
Rachel! You have to get up!
My eyes
fluttered open. Julia was sitting on the
edge of the bed, dressed in her green velvet bathrobe. A cigarette dangled out of the corner of her
mouth. “I know you’re tired,” she told
me, “but it’s time to get up.”
I
blinked at the traitorous sun streaming in through the blinds. With a start I bolted into an upright
position.
It was
morning.
I
stared at Julia as she cast a nervous glance behind her to the
empty doorway. When she returned her
haunted eyes to me, the hair on the back of my neck stood straight up on
end. Instinctively I pulled my blanket
over my mouth, in anticipation of the Poltergeist
moment I knew must follow. “Rachel,”
Julia hissed. “He’s here.”
There
was no question this time as to which “he” she referred to.
Bryan. The
oldest son.
Downstairs.
Waiting.
Waiting
for me.
Don’t
make me go,” I begged Julia, but she, enveloped in a cloud of smoke, just hugged
me hard. “It’s okay,” she croaked
out. “You’re going to be just fine.”
*From my free serialized novel, A Slow Twisting Place. You can read all currently available chapters (1-56) here.
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