Until You
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“Go. Help your brother,” my father tells me, too gently.
My hands are shaking, and I look back at him.
What’s going on? I ask myself.
“Don’t act like you have a choice.” He gestures me on with the bottle in his hand.
The wooden stairs creek with each step I take, and the small light below offers me no comfort.
It’s like the creepy light coming from an old furnace, but I can feel the air getting chillier the more I descend.
Where’s Jax?
I look back at my father, where he stands in the kitchen at the top of the stairs, and feel more and more like I’m being sucked into a black hole.
I’d never be seen again.
But he motions with his hand for me to keep going.
I don’t want to go. My bare feet are freezing, and splinters of wood from the stairs poke them.
But then I stop, and my heart jumps into my throat.
I see Jax.
I see them.
And then I see the blood.
I parked my car in the lot near the back entrance to the park. Eagle Point had two ways in. A drive-in front entrance and a rear one for walkers and bikers. But the back entrance offered a parking lot to leave your car and walk through. It was this gate I chose.
The one closest to the pond.
How I got here escaped me, but when I drove, I zoned out. Sooner or later, I always ended up where I wanted to be.
Sometimes, I wound up at Fairfax’s Garage to fiddle with my car. Other times, I ended up at Madoc’s house to party. And a few times I’d found myself at some girl’s house.
But tonight? The park? The fishpond?
The hairs on my arms shot up, and I felt acid burning a line up my throat. I wanted to be here about as much as I wanted to see my father tomorrow.
But I walked in anyway. Through the gate in the middle of the night. And down over the rocks to the pond I hadn’t seen in years.
The pond was man-made, and the area was accented with sandstone rocks which made up the footing around the pond, the cliffs surrounding it, and the steps leading down to it. A path made of the same stone led away from the pond, into the woods where you could walk to a lookout over the river.
It was private, quaint, and special to Tate and me. We’d come here for picnics, a neighbor’s wedding, and just for hanging out on late nights when we’d snuck out of our houses.
The last time I was here was the last time I cried.
“Tate? Come here, honey,” Mr. Brandt calls her, and my heart jackhammers in my chest. I can’t wait to see her. To hold her.
And tell her what I should’ve told her before. That I love her.
My stomach shifts and growls with hunger, and I look down at my hands, grime in the creases. I wish I’d cleaned up before I came to look for her, but I know Tate won’t care.
Moving down the stone steps, I see her plop down on the blanket, leaning back on her hands with her ankles crossed.
She’s so beautiful. And she’s smiling.
Jax flashes through my mind, and I feel my muscles tense with urgency. I have to tell someone.
But first, I need Tate.
I start to walk to her, but then I see my mother, and I duck behind the boulder.
Anger and disgust grips me.
Why is she here? I don’t want to see her.
I’d called over the summer. I’d tried to get her help, but she’d left me there.
Why is my mother here with them?
I try to get my breathing under control, but I feel my throat tighten like I want to cry.
Tate is my family. My real family. My drunk of a mother has no right to be here having fun with them.
“I can’t wait for Jared to get back.” I hear Tate’s smile in her voice, and I cover my mouth to choke back the cry creeping up my chest.
I want to go to her, but I can’t make a move with everyone around. I don’t want to see my mother, and I don’t want Mr. Brandt to see me like this. Dirty and bruised.
I just want to grab Tate’s hand and run.
“You can show him the moves you and Will learned at Karate this summer,” Mr. Brandt says, and I stop breathing. The sob held hostage in my throat turns into a fire in my belly.
Will? Geary?
My eyes shift left to right like I’m searching for an explanation, but I can’t find one.
She was still seeing him?
“Well, it’s nice that you had someone to spend time with while Jared was gone.” My mother pops the top on a Coke. “And I think the distance is a good thing. You two were getting pretty close.”
My mom smiles at Tate and nudges her leg. Tate looks away, embarrassment in her eyes.
“Gross. We’re just friends.” She scrunches up her nose, and my breath catches.
I duck completely behind the boulder, leaning back and dropping my head.
Not now. Don’t do this to me now!
I shake my head from side to side, the filth on my hands grinding with the sweat on my palms as I clench my fists.
“You’re a good girl, Tate.” I hear my mom say. “I’m not good with boys, I guess.”
“Girls are tough, too, Katherine,” Tate’s dad chimes in, and I hear him unpacking their picnicking supplies. “Jared’s a good kid. You two will figure it out.”
“I should’ve had a girl,” she responds, and I clamp my hands over my ears.
Too many voices. My head feels like it’s in a vice grip, and I can’t shake free.
My eyes burn, and I want to scream.
I blinked and looked around the pristine, shining water. I haven’t stepped foot in this park in over three years. When I was fourteen, I was sure this would be the place where I kissed Tate for the first time.