Carrie offered to watch Evie for the night and for as many nights as I needed. I was appreciative and gratuitously accepted. I went to the house and gathered up Evie’s clothes, toothbrush, and her lovey. It was while I was plundering through her drawers that I noticed something glistening beneath her bed. I knelt down to lift it from the tangles of the carpet. It was an earring. An expensive one. On my baby’s bedroom floor, and it didn’t belong to me. This brought my attention to my daughter’s bed which was tousled, the comforter folded down at the pillows. I knew I’d made it before I left this morning, and I always tucked the comforter beneath her pillows.
I put my nose to the covers, and there was that smell again. The perfume, the cigarettes, the sex.
With a fury like I’ve never felt, I screamed. I screamed so loud that I hurt my own ears. I did not care. I dug my fists in her bed just before I started ripping the sheets and every stitch of fabric from it. My first thought was to burn it all. But this was Evie’s favorite quilt and sheet set. So, I composed myself and carried it into the laundry room instead.
I grabbed the bag of clothes I’d packed for Evie, and as I walked through the living room, I looked up at the clock on the mantle. Nine thirty-eight the hands pointed out. “Home before you go to bed…” Peter had said to us just as he was leaving. What time exactly did he think we went to bed? I pulled my phone from my pocket to call Carrie to tell her I was on my way.
Again, no missed calls.
No nothing.
I dialed his number one more time. This time it rang, but he still didn’t answer. It went straight to voicemail again. My first thought was to leave a few choice words for him, but instead I simply said, “Please call. Love you.” I tightened my grip on the bag, half-tempted to go pack one of my own, but decided I could only handle one major crisis at a time. I dialed Carrie, and slammed the door as I walked out into the night. The cicadas roared and the stars twinkled in the darkness of the night sky. The moon shone down from its lofty bed in the heavens. It was hard to believe that all this beauty continued to exist in the midst of my suffering. I felt like the stars should be falling, and the world should fall silent in the wake of my mourning.
Evie was asleep by the time I arrived at Carrie’s, and Carrie herself was already in her pajamas. I quietly and quickly handed her Evie’s bag through the door. She came out onto the porch, gently pulling the front door closed behind her.
“I don’t know what to say,” was all she said before wrapping her arms around me. I held onto her for a long time, letting it all go. The reality of it still hadn’t sunk in. I couldn’t be sure that it ever would.
She reassured me that it was all right with her husband, David, that Evie stayed and that he too was sorry for my loss. He was already in bed or he would have told me himself, she said. I didn’t stay but a minute. Carrie wasn’t good at this kind of thing, and I knew it. Death is never an easy subject for anyone, regardless of how well you know those who are affected.
I drove home in silence. I didn’t bother to turn on the radio. I don’t think anything was in my mind. I was on autopilot, driving the all too familiar roads with no thought to it at all. I just stared into the darkness and drove.
When I got home, I dove straight into the Grey Goose and didn’t come up for the night. In the morning, I woke up on the sofa, eyes nearly swollen shut from all the crying, lying in a pool of my own slobber. Strangely, my mouth was dry. Probably because all the moisture was puddled on the sofa cushion where my face had just been. My head was pounding. I lay there for a long minute staring at the static on the television screen. I guess I tried watching one of our home videos. The TV had been on, but the DVD player had turned off sometime during the night. All that played now was the fuzz emitting the hissing sound from the speakers. I was supremely surprised that hadn’t woken me.
I covered my eyes as I lay there in my hungover haze, and the events of the previous day flooded back to me, and I felt like I might vomit. The tears began to overtake me again. The memory of my dad lying there lifelessly on that cold metal table. My sore eyes couldn’t take any more of this. Neither could my nose. I rubbed my face and rose from the couch like waking from a bad dream you can’t shake. I thought I might fall over from my lack of balance, but somehow, I managed to make it over to the television to turn off the noise.
Sluggishly, I dragged my heavy legs into the bedroom where I’d expected Peter to be, but the bed was still made. Now, I was no longer angry with him, but genuinely alarmed. I struggled to pull my cell from my pocket.There was one missed call. It was from Peter.
I had to grip my goblet. I felt as though I might drop it. That was the last thing I needed to do. Injure myself again. I sat the glass down firmly on the table and glared at Ben. “Why? Why would you say that? Why would you put that off on me? Stevie and Paulo were with Carrie way before...” “For about four months before you were sent to Yarber Heights.” Richard interjected. I whipped my head around to look at him. “About the time your parents had started to consider sending you there. Honey, we can project into the future within reason. However, sometimes humans can change their mind and throw the projection off course but not in this case. Your friend Carrie did have problems. She was a manic depressive and mildly schizophrenic. She had contemplated suicide. So, her parents had her placed there because they were afraid she would follow through with it. But it wasn’t until George and Sue decided to send you there that Stevie and Paulo attached themselves to Carrie.” I didn’t unders
“So, you have lived many times before? Do you remember any of those lives? Isn’t that kinda the same as reincarnation? But humans can be reincarnated too, can they not?” I knew I had just bombarded him with a host of questions, but there were a multitude of them coursing through my mind. I had just started with the simple ones. “Yes, I have lived many, many times before. I don’t know exactly how many. But we all live and die and are reborn. And we all have a way of finding each other. It’s like we’re linked somehow. This link does have its drawbacks. The Corrupt can find us just as easily as we can find each other and believe me, we don’t want to be found by them. Since the beginning of all of this and the separation of the Fallen angels, into the Virtuous and the Corrupt...” “We align ourselves with the Virtuous, by the way.” Richard interjected. Ben nodded and repeated. “We were divided into the Virtuous and the Corrupt. The Corrupt have determined to seek out the Virtuous and kil
Ben began. “Long ago, before man was ever created...” I squirmed a little. He had managed a sentence, and I was already uncomfortable with how this was starting.He sensed my discomfort. “Please, just hear me out. It is important that you hear this. I really shouldn’t be the one explaining this to you now...and at your age.” I backed away, slightly offended and wholly confused. “I’m only twenty-five!” I barked. “And what does any of this have do with me? What is happening to me?” He tightened his grip on my arm where his hand had rested. “I wasn’t saying you’re old.” He suppressed a laugh. “I will clarify. I am not the one who was supposed to be teaching you, um, explaining these things to you.” He looked over at Richard who was now looking at us but still smoking his pipe. “We all had this explained to us at a very early age. And unfortunately for you, I am not a very good teacher, but I will do my best to explain it to you as it was described to me.” I sighed. I didn’t understand.
I was shocked. Stevie. How did he know about Stevie? He could've read her mind. Although it was crazy, but not any crazier than anything I’d experienced this weekend. Deep down I knew he could read minds, and that was an insane thought. This whole situation, my life, had just became one insane thing after another. But I also remembered Stevie. I remembered how dark and scary Stevie was. Did I want to leave Carrie here alone, knowing that Stevie could do this to her? Knowing that there was a very real possibility that Stevie was actually real. “She will be fine. I promise.” Ben said as he forcefully lifted Carrie's head and lifted me from the swing at the same time. He carefully laid her on the swing and covered her up with the afghan. He then yanked my arm and started dragging me from the porch me to the car, walking in wide strides. I was staggering in pain, punching his arm all the way. Richard sat his coffee down and coolly strolled to the Jeep. I started crying. I couldn’t kee
Evie had fallen asleep in the backseat, so, Ben rolled down all the windows, and we decided to leave her there to sleep. It was a mild, early fall day, and Carrie’s front porch was less than ten feet away from his vehicle, so I felt she was safe. I got out of the car and waved at Carrie, and she came storming off of the porch towards me. I saw her jaw drop when she saw my injuries. “What the hell, Sadie?” she said looking at my foot and staring at the strangers who accompanied me. “You gotta lot of explaining to do.” She said as she eyed the two darkly handsome but unfamiliar men and turned to walk with me back to the porch of her house. It was chilly but sunny. Not so cold that one would need a coat. Leaves were all about the yard. Barney, her dog, came yapping around the corner of the house as Ben and Richard walked up to the porch behind us. I had already explained some of what had happened, at least enough to clarify the presence of Ben and Richard and the injuries on my leg.
Peter looked momentarily frightened as he dropped the rake and backed away. “No. Peter is my ex-husband.” I stated. His expression softened as I got out of the car. No sooner had my foot hit the ground, I heard the beautiful high-pitched squeal of my sweet girl. She came peeling out the front door letting it carelessly slam behind her. “Mama!” she screamed as she came running to me and crushed her body into mine. I yanked her up and held her tight. It had seemed like an eternity since I'd last seen her. I wanted to just hold her forever. To take her, hop in the car, and yell to Ben, “Drive!” But I knew I couldn't do that. I could feel her tiny tears rolling down my neck. She missed me too. “Where have you been? You haven’t called me.” She was hurt. And I was mad. Mad as hell at Peter. “I did call, Honey.” I cooed, gently pushing a loose strand of hair behind her tiny ear. “Daddy just forgot to tell you.” Fucking douche bag. Evie stared at the car that pulled in behind us. My car.