[Addison]
My little boy looks even smaller in a hospital bed with an IV attached to his arm.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Stone, but your son’s condition is serious. He is suffering from an intense allergic reaction,” the Doctor’s face is grim. “If he had gotten here an hour sooner, we could have prevented the severe dehydration. We were lucky this time that the reaction wasn’t worse.”
“Worse?” My voice warbles as Michael looks away, unable to my gaze. “How much worse?”
“If he had developed anaphylaxis, he’d be dead,” the doctor’s tone. “You’re lucky his heart didn’t stop on the way here. As it is, he’ll need to remain in the hospital for 24 hours for observation.”
Our son could have died, all because my husband couldn’t bear to disappoint his ex-girlfriend.
Michael volunteers to pay the bill and grab the new prescription for an emergency epi-pen. “I’ll be back soon, I promise,” he kisses the top of my head before rushing out of the room as if the sight of our sick son could chase him down the hall.
Grasping the frayed edges of my sweater, I twist and pull as I sit, unable to take my eyes off of my child for a minute. The last time I let him out of my sight, he ended up here. Exhausted, I fall asleep, my face resting on the foot of his bed.
“You would think that a mother would know better,” my mother-in-law, Lauren’s screeching voice snaps me awake as she stands, shouting, from just inside the doorway. “You do know they make gluten-free cakes, right? And dairy-free ice cream.”
“Of course, I do,” I scowl, my hackles raised as she once again assumes her perfect son had nothing to do with our current situation. “I didn’t feed him gluten, or dairy, that was your son, Michael, and …”
“Mommy,” Jayson rolls over towards me, his face drawn with exhaustion and fear.
Lauren uses her hip to block my path as I stand, making it to Jayson’s side before he’s fully awake. “Jayson my love, Grandma is here. Tell me, how did you get so sick?”
“Grandma,” Jayson whispers as she leans in to kiss his cheek. He looks over my shoulder before leaning into his grandmother and saying very softly, as if afraid I might hear, “Mommy gave me cake. Also strawberry ice cream.”
His words squeezed my heart like a vice and I stumble forward in shock as a tear rolls down my cheek. “Jayson, how could you say that? I’d never feed you a cake with gluten!”
“Are you calling my grandson, your son, a liar?” Lauren scoffs as she turns to me, her face red with fury. “He’s six. He’s an innocent child and you tried to kill him”
“Go away!” Jayson sits up, his cheeks puffed out as he glares at me through his long, blond eyelashes. “I want Mama Evelyn! She’s a better mommy than you! She loves me!”
“I love you, Jayson. Listen…”
My son pokes his fingers in his ears ignoring me as Michael opens the door. “What is this?”
“Tell your mother the truth!” I demand. “You and Evelyn did this and now our son is calling me a villain.”
Laura scoffs behind me, outraged. “I never realized what vile woman you are to bring Evelyn into this. She is such an elegant, sweet, and caring woman. She’s a teacher, a natural mother. When I’ve seen her with Jayson she’s always been the sweetest most doting…”
I’m not doing this here, not in front of my son. Pushing my husband out the door, I pull him into the hallway.
“How could you?” I hiss, my whole body shaking with anger. “You took our son to visit your mother, with Evelyn? How long, Michael?”
He places his hands on my arms and I shake it off, my anger burning. Taking several deep breaths I try to calm my breathing as I listen to my husband swear that he isn’t having an affair with his ex, that he isn’t making me look bad intentionally so that he won’t look like a villain.
“Don’t tell my mom,” he begs. “You know the truth, but I don’t want her to hate Evelyn for a simple mistake.”
In the background, I can hear my son screaming. Worried, I walk inside to see my mother-in-law trying to comfort him while he throws a fit loud enough to wake the dead.
Rushing forward, I try to comfort him, but he pushes me away, his little hand hitting my cheek. “I hate you! I want Mama Evelyn! I want Mama Evelyn! I wish you were gone!”
“Fine,” my heart sinks as I listen to my son curse me. He doesn’t want me, he wants her. “I’ll go if that’s what you really want. Evelyn can take care of you.”
I wait until I’m out of the room until I let the tears fall freely. As the elevator opens, an arm grabs my shoulder and pulls me back. “Wait, Addy!”
Michael’s chest is heaving as he struggles to regain his breath. “Wait! I didn’t tell him to say any of that I didn’t…”
“He didn’t come up with these ideas on his own, Michael. Children listen and watch the adults around them. His anger is because of you and Evelyn.”
Turning away, I step into the elevator. “Don’t follow me, Michael.”
As the elevator descends, the last 6 years of my life play in my mind. I graduated top in my class at law school and was offered jobs at the most prestigious law firms, but I set it aside to build my family–a family I thought I had with Michael and Jayson. They have been my whole universe.
And never once have I ever regretted giving them that time. It has been precious to me. I’ve always wanted to be a mother, to have a family of my own. But that family that I’ve invested so much love and time into wants nothing to do with me.
But to them, my sacrifices have been for nothing. Even my son, the center of my world, wants me to go away.
Stepping out onto the street, I wipe my eyes, taking a deep breath letting the sunlight hit my face.
And then I see her. A little girl with long brown pigtails standing in the middle of the road, her eyes staring off into space, not aware of the car only feet away from her.
Rushing out into the street, I place my body between the child and the car, wrapping myself around her as I pull us both onto the sidewalk just before the car slams into us both.
“Oh my God, are you okay,” the little girl blinks up at me, her large hazel eyes wide as she watches the car drive away. “Where is your mommy and daddy.”
Her only response is to hold onto me tightly, wrapping her arms around my neck.
Lifting her carefully I jump as an engine hums behind me, parking at the curb and stopping only a few feet away. When the car door opens, I find myself looking at one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen.
And he is looking straight back at me.
[Livy]Squeezing my eyes shut, I hold on tight to my mushroom stuffy, and wait for the feeling of the bush hitting my body to catch my fall.But it never happens. One of the bad men grab my ankle, barely holding me by my right ankle. His fat face is red as he squeezes and shouts, "You're a tricky little brat, aren't you." "Let me go!" I scream as loudly as I can, kicking with my other foot aiming for his wrist. Pulling me up higher, he slaps me hard, making me cry. I hate that I'm crying in front of this terrible man. My face burns, and my heart is beating so hard that I can't think. What was it that my uncle taught me about escaping people? Oh yeah, I remember.Letting myself fall limp, I close my eyes and pretend to play dead again."Good, now you'll sleep," he laughs as he grabs my second ankle and tosses me onto the bed."Hey Matt," his radio hisses, "We heard a scream. Is everything okay, OVER.""Yeah, man, the little bitch was playing possum, but I've knocked her out. OVER."
[Livy]The light from the hallway is bright orange against my closed eyelids as the bad men enter my room. It's hard playing dead when your heart is beating so fast your chest might burst. Jessica and her bad friends want to steal me away, she even said so. The way she laughed was so awful. She was never a nice girl. She was always just playing pretend.I want to open my eyes to see who is there, to see how many people there are, but if I do that they'll know I'm pretending. I need them to think I'm still asleep if I'm going to get away. I need to trick them before they can trick my family. Because if I let them, they are going to steal me away and hide me from my aunt and uncle, and then make me disappear forever.They want to use me to trick my family. They want us all to die.
[Livy]“I was looking for you,” It’s not exactly a lie, but it isn’t exactly true either. "You were gone for so long and I was hungry." Looking around I ask, “Where’s Sylvie? She’s supposed to be making dinner.” I need to play pretend with her, so she doesn't realize I know she’s bad. I’m so nervous I feel like I might throw up, but I smile even bigger, that smile I give people to convince them that everything is okay when really it isn’t. "Sylvie who?" Jessica scrunches her nose like she's smelled something bad as she scans the room and sees the puddle of blood. Swearing, she shoos me away from it, not realizing I've already seen it. "My nanny," I remind her. "Remember, you offered her money to go away. She was supposed to keep you from breaking rules. She wanted me to eat my broccoli"Jessica bristles at my words. "You don't need to eat her stupid broccoli," she snaps. "We have snacks, lots of snacks you ungrateful little...." She's scarring me. Her face is twisted and red and
[Livy]I'm worried about Mama. I know she's off to do dangerous work. She thinks I don't know but I do. I've seen her and Uncle Hunter fighting in the gym so she can get tough. But she's hurting herself. It was so scary when the doctors had to come and make sure she was okay. I don't like the sound of the machines--they hurt my ears and they make me remember things. Like the smell of a hospital and my uncle crying. I don't remember my real mom anymore. I only remember there was something scary that happened, and pain. And then my mommy in the hospital. Uncle took me to his home and then my life was different. But now I have Mama. And Uncle, when he is done playing dressup. Jessica is home tonight. She hasn't lived here in AGES. She's so busy being a fancy model. But tonight she said she wants to play with me and she even gave me this great mushroom stuffy. And she promised to watch my mushroom show. And she said we could eat lots of candy after dinner. She even brought soda. She hi
[Hunter–just moments before the party]Looking up at my best friends I ask the next most obvious question. “Where is she now?” Now that we know the truth, we can't leave her unattended. We need to know where she is at all times. "We put a tracker on her vehicle when we started to suspect her," Katelyn explains, taking back the tablet for a moment to bring up a map and show it to us. "We didn't want to follow her too closely, not yet, not without proof," she adds, "According to our records, she's been at her modeling agency for about 3 hours."That doesn't seem unusual for her, considering she's a high-end model. Even so, I ask, "Does she have any gigs lined up that would require heavy makeup?" "I looked into that too," Kate smirks, proud of her own foresight. "She has nothing on the roster for tonight, although I did find something interesting," Katelyn pulls up another screen, this time of a work roster. "Do you recognize this name?" "Miss Bluebird," I shake my head. "Should I re
[Hunter–Earlier that evening, before the gala]I need try to play this off, to keep pretending, but Livy has already seen through it, and she’s calling me on it. She’s just as fierce as Vanessa and I can’t help but smile thinking about how similar they are becoming to one another. “Miss Grant,” I address her formally, “I know that you miss your uncle, and that you don’t like your auntie to be sad, but I can’t be the person you think I am.” Her eyes are quivering with tears and I feel like an even bigger jerk as she asks, “Why?”“Because bad guys would hurt you if your uncle were alive. They would try to hurt your Mama Addison too. I’m here to protect her because he can’t be here. Do you understand?” She nods, wiping her tear. “Okay. I understand. We need to keep playing pretend. I’ll keep your secret.”Livy then does something she hasn’t done for a very long time, not since Vanessa came into our lives and my sweet niece started speaking again. She drops her head, staring at her fee