We chattered and bantered through the remainder of the afternoon, called out for pizza – as none of us was fit to drive – and slovenly lazed about my new home.
“You know, Sade?” Amy began, “You seriously need a vacation.” She cut her eyes in Carrie’s direction, where Carrie sat harboring an anxious grin.
I looked back and forth between the two of them. “What are you two up to?”
I took a big bite of the greasy pizza and another sip of the wine to wash it down as I eyed the two suspiciously.
“I want to tell her,” Carrie piped up, staring at Amy with a daring gleam in her eyes. Amy nodded.
“Well you know that little cabin that Amy and Chuck went to this past summer?” Carrie brimmed. I knew where this was going. I couldn’t be angry with them. They had seen the hell I’d been through the past couple of months. I would’ve done the same for them. And they knew I’d never do anything for myself.
Amy cut in, “Carrie and I knew you’d never do anything for yourself,” she started, reading my thoughts, “So, we went in together and got you a weekend retreat. It’s not much, but at least you can leave all your worries behind and go to the middle of nowhere and…well…regroup.” We all laughed at Amy’s little speech. Regroup. Yeah, I did need to do that.
Before long it was late, as the sky had pulled its dark blanket over the sun many hours ago. With our buzzes long worn off, Carrie and Amy decided it was time to go home to their families. Amy adamantly hounded me about how she didn’t mind sleeping over if I didn’t want to be alone as I all but shoved her into her car.
“I will be just fine,” I slammed the door to her car and blew her a kiss as I marched back up the gloriously fragrant walkway that led to my front door.
I actually wanted to be alone.
I picked up around the sofa and tables which were now littered with the aftermath of our little mini-party. It was nice. Cleaning up my house. My house. I walked into the kitchen and ran water in the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, poured myself another glass of Moscato, and went to the stereo to put on some soft music, keeping it low so it didn’t irritate my ears. I never got to listen to my music in the house when Peter and I were married. My music annoyed Peter. But I did not want to think about Peter. Not now. I held up my hand as if the gesture would physically push the thought out of my head. It seemed to work.
I strolled to the living room and collapsed on the dime store sofa. It was the most comfortable sofa I’d ever owned. Hell, it was the only sofa that I’d ever owned. The only one that had ever been just mine. It was a vivid shade of red, and the fabric was almost like corduroy. I laid my head back and stared up at the ceiling fan and watched it rotate, its circular movement lulling me. I closed my eyes listening to the quiet hum of the fan and the calm crooning of Norah Jones. I may have dozed for a moment, but a strange sound from outside the window jarred me wide-awake.
It was a slight yet peculiar sound and would’ve been undetectable by most people, but it roused me. It was a sound almost like a bird’s wings but from what I could make out there were footsteps also. Heavy. Much too heavy for a bird. I started to walk over to the opened window that I had left partly open to allow the light breeze of the warm early autumn day to drift in. I could then hear breathing, a heartbeat quickening, but once I reached the window the sound was gone. The azaleas rustled as though something had just beaten a path through them, and in the dim light cast by the lamppost, I could see nothing. I sensed movement above me and heard the slight whoosh of wings. I opened the window farther and stretched my neck out to peer up into the deep darkness of the night sky. If anything had been out there and taken to flight, it had been swallowed up in the blackness of the starless sky.
I shuddered. I couldn’t determine if it was because I’d been spooked a bit by the strangeness I felt at the moment or because the crisp night had turned cooler and the air had chilled me. It was probably a little bit of both. I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone had been watching me.
Silly. I tried to blow it off just as easily as I had the thought of Peter and his aversion to my music, but I felt it building. I was frightened, and I really didn’t know why.
I closed the window and turned the lock. I went to check all the doors and windows just to be safe and curled back up on the couch. I would’ve turned the music off and the television on just to deafen the resounding fear that was escalating in me, but I had not yet purchased one. I picked up my drink and took a stiff swallow. What was wrong with me? Scared of a stupid bird! I was getting a bit miffed at myself. Here I was spending my first night in my new home, and I get terrified of a stupid bird. Seriously? I chided myself. All I’d wanted to do was bask in the liberation I’d felt all day; just sit in my living room, drink, listen to good music, and just absorb the newness of this fresh life I was beginning today.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when my cell phone rang. It was Carrie. She just had a feeling and felt an urge to call. Strange. I assured her I was fine, but it was nice having someone on the phone. A connection to someone outside of the unsettling feelings the noises had set off in me, the unease I was having about being alone. Really alone. Maybe that was all this was. Aloneness. So what if a big bird was outside my window? Images of Sesame Street invaded my mind with the thought, and I laughed out loud. I was going to be fine, I thought to myself as I went to the kitchen, poured yet another glass of Moscato, and walked over to the stereo.
“Ha! Screw you, Peter!” I said to the empty room as I cranked up Norah. I didn’t care if it made my ears bleed. I did it because I could!
Evie was at Peter’s again. School had just begun only two short months ago, and this was Fall Break. The first weeks of school had been harrowing. I was at a classroom maximum, and the students I had inherited this year were challenging, to say the least. I hoped this was the worst of it, or I was in for quite a year. I decided to set off on my little weekend excursion to “regroup” as Amy had so aptly put it since Peter had Evie this weekend and after the past few months I’d had, I desperately needed a break. Bob Marley was singing about three little birds as I maneuvered the Jeep roughly through the bumpy terrain of the seemingly abandoned dirt road. However, here and there throughout the dense forest, other cabins sat nestled in the tranquility that surrounded me. They all appeared to be vacant, void of any vehicles that would indicate otherwise. It really did feel good to be here. Away from everything. The cabin appeared as though it had been unoccupied for some time. I checked
I lay in the water. My mind was aroused with so many thoughts, I could not even attempt to slow them. Despite the sound of the soothing jets desperately attempting to calm me, beating the hot cascading water all over my body, soaking me until my fingers and toes were all pruny, I could not shake the anguish that consumed me. I stared out into the twilight of the cool mid-fall night, looking for nothing, thankful for the emptiness I saw there. Nothing but columns of trees, looming in the shadowy light of dusk; giants enclosed all around me like a fortress. I pushed back tears that threatened to burn through my faux ambiance, my fingers tightly twisted around the vodka bottle like it was a pacifier. I was past this, wasn’t I? I shut my eyes tight against the onslaught of painful thoughts and allowed the crickets to lull me with their night song. Perhaps I would fall asleep here, in this hot tub, in this cabin completely out in the middle of nowhere. No one would find me until I was goo
Peter said I had been so distant from him over the course of our marriage. I had been too busy with finishing my degree and getting a job to support us while he wrote his novel, which he'd been working on for as long as I could remember. Me, trying to find a means of supporting my family while he made empty promises for years of “just wait till I'm published.” Meanwhile, we had to eat. We had to have a roof over our heads. Granted he'd worked briefly, at a grocery store, when I first discovered I was pregnant. Looking back, I now believe he only did that so he could get out of the house and away from me while I was on bed rest. It wasn’t like I ever saw any of his wages. He always spent it on gas, his car, or groceries, which never seemed to be there. There was always something. I had always worked. I had worked so he could stay at home and pursue his dream. When I found out I was pregnant with Evie, I knew that my salary as a medical clerk would not be enough to sustain Peter and me
I squinted, trying to make out the dark form but could tell nothing, just an enormous large black winged creature sitting there, so black that it almost blended with the night. As I backed away from the doors, I reached forward and down with a free finger in the hand in which I was still holding my empty glass, and pushed down the lock on the glass doors. Cautiously, I leaned toward the doors and held my hand up to the glass door in order to block the reflecting light of the fire. All the while still stealthily balancing the empty glass and the two remaining bottles of vodka. My heart was racing. What was I looking at? I couldn’t tell. Fleetingly, the memory of a night from about a month back when I’d first moved into my house came to mind. These were the thoughts going through my head as the dark figure suddenly came at me, slamming itself hard against the glass door, causing me to jump back and drop my glass. I stood there for a minute thinking I pissed on myself. Lovely. I looked
I opened my eyes. I was now lying entirely on the floor. I didn't recall going all the way to the floor, but I either did it or I fell there. Either way, here I was completely sprawled out on the floor. The cold tiles felt so refreshing against my naked body. My body was like an inferno. I was burning up. Just beyond the bar, I could see the fire I had doctored just moments earlier. It was raging now. My eyes scanned the room, and I thought I caught sight of a person standing next to the sliding glass door where earlier I’d been thinking only of returning to the hot tub in an effort to drown out all thought. This wasn’t exactly the way I had intended to do that. Nonetheless, I thought of nothing, except the dark figure at the door and the throbbing in my body. I blinked and the image was gone. I shifted my eyes to the lower part of my body that was caked in blood despite my efforts to clean it. I stared at the huge holes in my foot and leg and allowed my heavy eyes to close again. I w
I buried my face in the downy softness of the plush pillow. Little edges of feathers poked through embedding themselves in my cheek. I wiped the tiny amount of saliva from my mouth. It took me a minute to remember where I was and what had happened. When it did all sink in, I was startled. Last I recalled, I had been lying on the floor in a puddle of my own vomit, bleeding, and in immeasurable pain. I slid my hand under the cover and reached down to feel the inside of my leg. It had been sutured. Slowly, I opened my eyes to look around me. The room was still spinning and everything was a blur, but I could tell I was clean, wearing clothes, and I was covered with the cushiony, down comforter that went with the pillow on which my head was gently resting. I could see the floor where I’d trudged a bloody trail from one end of the cabin to the other. It had been cleaned. The shadow of the flames from the fireplace licked the wall beside me. I was lying on the sofa in the living room, cleane
…Had I dozed again? The room was still vaguely alight with the fiery shadows cast by the dim glow of the fireplace. Someone had added more wood to feed the flames. No lamps had been turned on, and the stereo continued to softly play Imogen Heap. I heard dishes clanking in the kitchen. He was still there. How long had it been since I injured myself? I thought, just wait till I tell the women Amy and Carrie how peaceful my calming mini-vacation went. They will definitely get a kick out of it although living it was not funny at all. I mused at how wrong this weekend had gone. To think…I could’ve died. “You awake again?” He smiled down on me as he came back into the room wiping his hands with the rooster dish towel. Perfect teeth. And he was a doctor. Shame on you. I looked at his ring finger. Nothing there. “You up for a ride?” he questioned. Seriously, I’m almost comatose and he wanted a ride? It took me a minute to realize he was talking about riding in his car - not riding him. Sa
The nearest hospital was in the neighboring county. Although it was about an hour away from the cabin, the drive there didn’t seem very long. I had slept most of the ride and had felt rude for it. I was sure since he was a doctor that he understood. It wasn’t that I hadn’t wanted to carry on a conversation with him. He’d tried talking to me, but I was only able to churn out the occasional yes, uh huh, or hmm. I just couldn’t seem to stay awake long enough to muster up the strength to talk. I only caught fragments of what he’d been saying to me. He was from Atlanta. He’d never been married. He’d asked if I was married? And not to be personal, but why was I up here in the mountains all alone? Now, that was a loaded question thatI definitely did not have the mental energy required to answer. To that, I just shook my head.They were waiting with a stretcher when we arrived. I hazily recalled him calling to let them know we’d be arriving, giving “doctor details” of my condition. No, he’d