Текст книги "Perfectly Hopeless"

Автор книги: Holly Hood

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JAKE COULDN’T HEAR over Arnold’s hysterical crying. Arnold was crying like a child, sobbing, on his knees staring at the mess Jake had made. Completely unable to function enough to even wipe the snot from his nose, he just cried.

Jake tossed the concrete brick. It clunked against the asphalt and rolled into the brush. Jake blinked, wiggled his aching fingers and wiped his face with the back of his hand. He was in his own world, detached from reality as he stared at Henri.

“You killed him,” Arnold sobbed, shaking Henri. “Man…we’re so dead, Jake.”

Jake kicked the block in aggravation. “He’s not dead. I barely hit him.”

Arnold shook his head incredulously. “You hit him over the head with a concrete brick!”

“Just let me think. Shut your mouth, Arnold.” Jake pulled at his hair, his hands trembling with the awareness of what he had done. His drunken stupor was wearing off. He looked over his shoulder paranoid. “Help me lift him.”

Arnold scoffed. “For what?”

“Do you want to go to prison, Arnold?” He slipped his arms under Henri’s armpits. Arnold reluctantly took Henri by the ankles. They hurried across the asphalt of the yogurt hut, carrying Henri into the brush. Jake dropped him like a piece of garbage. Arnold carefully sat the rest of him down, he was still a person.

“He’s still breathing,” Jake mumbled. He pushed into Henri’s unresponsive body with his foot sending him down the hill. Henri’s body rolled three times before it ended up wedged between some stones and an old log covered in moss.

Arnold scratched his head, nervously watching his old friend treat Henri Levitt as if he wasn’t important enough to require help. Jake elbowed him. “Help me clean up the beer cans so we can get out of here.”

Arnold’s jaw dropped. “What about Henri, Jake? You just going to leave him here? What if he dies?”

Jake rolled his eyes. “We’ll phone it in to the fire station or something. Now move it.” Jake gathered the cans and the cooler, his feet crunching over the shards of glass as the two of them quickly cleaned up.

Arnold remained unmoving.

“Arnold! Pull it together. I won’t be the only one in deep shit if they catch us here. Now come on!” Jake burst into a sprint leaving Arnold saddled with the cooler filled with garbage, Arnold quickly followed.

***

Flynn clutched the steering wheel of his truck backing out of the driveway with his mother and his uncle. As soon as the neighbor called them about the broken windows at the yogurt hut his mother demanded they go right then and there. There was still no word from Henri, his phone was only going to voicemail now.

And Flynn couldn’t shake the bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He looked at his mom, pinned between him and his uncle Doug. She chewed her thumbnail, nervously watching the road. The car was silent. The only sound was the low rumble of the road beneath them. Flynn didn’t know what to say.

As soon as Flynn pulled into the parking lot of the yogurt hut his mother’s breath hitched sending the hairs on the back of his neck on end and his stomach into a horrible wave of sickness. He forced himself to look at the sheriff’s vehicle. He told himself it was just a couple of vandals nothing more.

“Move it!” His mother exclaimed, shoving into Doug until she all but climbed over his body to get out of the truck.

The sheriff was old. Probably should have retired years before, but in Portwood there was no need for actual protection—nobody ever did anything.

“Good evening, Mrs. Hunt,” Sheriff Cole said. He hitched his pants up, gesturing toward the windows. “Seems to be nothing more than vandals to me.”

Flynn examined the windows. He looked back at his mother and the Sherriff. Doug standing next to his truck smoking a cigarette rather than caring about the shape of their business—or his son for that matter, Flynn’s anger started to grow, he took a deep breath wanting to scream at Doug, but it wasn’t the time. “What did you say busted these windows, Sherriff Cole?”

Sherriff Cole scratched his head. He glanced at the ground and then shuffled forward. “You know, I hadn’t even thought about it. I figured some of them loose bricks or something.”

Flynn leaned over, peering into the window. “Momma hand me your keys.”

“Flynn what is it now?” She huffed, highly agitated and emotional. She just wanted to know what was happening with Henri.

Flynn opened the door, hitting the lights. There in all its glory sat Henri’s phone in two pieces and a can of beer. “I’ll be damned.”

“What?” His mother asked. “What, Flynn?” She forced herself into the small confines of the yogurt hut. Flynn looked at his mother, his expression grim. She clutched her chest, all the color draining from her face.

Flynn stood up, the phone in his grip.

Janet shook her head in disbelief. She slapped Flynn across the face, shaking the sting away. “He wasn’t supposed to leave the house.” She started to cry.

***

Several attempts at calling Henri and probably twenty texts offered her no answers. He wasn’t answering. After breaking down in front of her entire family Maven fell asleep on the couch in the den. Her mother had covered her with a blanket, and her father had even checked on her several times. She had cried herself to sleep and there wasn’t anything he could do to make her feel better.

Maven’s sleep was restless until she finally lost touch with reality and was swept into a dream. There he was. Henri. Staring at her, she sat up, tilting her head and taking him in. He was smiling at her.

“You’re dreaming of me,” he said.

“You scared us.” She told him. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

He grinned. “Here I am.”

“I know.” She reached out to touch him, but no matter how far she reached, she never was able to. She stared, confused, but he wasn’t. He hadn’t even noticed.

“Close your eyes,” Henri said. But Maven shook her head, refusing to do such a thing. He stepped forward. “Close your eyes, Maven.”

Suddenly her eyes closed.

“Bye.” His words were sharp, almost too much to handle.

Maven jumped, waking up. The room was filled with darkness. She sat up, pushing her hair from her eyes. She sighed. “It was a dream.”  It was a dream, but a really odd one. It didn’t feel like any normal dream she ever had.

She dialed Henri’s phone again, but was greeted with his voicemail.  She left the same message. “Henri, I have to know you’re okay. Please, please call me.” She wiped her eyes, burying her head into the couch pillow.

***

Flynn paced across the asphalt of the yogurt hut. His entire family now all there with him trying to make sense of what it meant to have Henri’s phone, but no Henri. Flynn paced back and forth methodically, trying to come up with anything.

His dad patted his back. “Mrs. Wilder says Maven and him weren’t fighting. So, we’re still trying to figure out why the busted windows.” He stared off. “I don’t know what else to do. We called damn near everyone we know. The Sherriff says no phone calls have come in. Where could he be?”

Flynn looked around at the flock of onlookers—families, friends, business owners, all offering nothing more than their noses in their business, as well as their apologies for the busted windows. Flynn shook his head, looking at the asphalt. He dropped down staring closer at the black tar. Unless he was seeing things he swore there was blood on a few shards of glass. His body tensed up, he followed the small specks across the ground on his hands and knees. Not caring if he cut himself to hell.

“Flynn?” His father called from behind him, he followed Flynn’s descent toward the brush. Suddenly Flynn jumped up. He let out a shocked scream.

“I found him!” That was enough to get everyone moving. “Why hadn’t the Sherriff thought to look there,” Flynn asked himself as he rushed down the hill.

“Don’t move him.” His father warned. He carefully made it down the hill, the rest of their family at the top gasping and crying for Henri to be okay.

“Call for an ambulance, Doug.” His father shouted up to the family. He kneeled down to see if Henri was breathing.

Flynn looked away. He knew he was supposed to be strong, but he couldn’t forgive himself. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the tears.

“Is he breathing?”

 

IS THIS THE WAY?

MAVEN WRUNG HER HANDS together nervously as she watched her mother rush back and forth across the kitchen gathering her things. She knew all the signs of an emergency. And this was the way her mother acted when there was an emergency.

“What’s going on?” She sniffled.

Maggie climbed the stool taking a seat, she wore her pajamas still and was a bit lethargic, but she knew Maven was upset as soon as she looked at her. She had stayed locked in her room as soon as she heard the news about Henri’s unknown whereabouts. She already knew what it felt like to deal with Maven’s sadness when it came to the things she cared about in life, so she chose to stay away.

Their mother snatched her keys from the table. She shot a quick glance in Maven’s direction. Maggie grabbed the box of frosted flakes Nick had left out and dumped them in a bowl. She watched cautiously.

“Maven I can’t… I can’t sweetheart,” Their mother said, her eyes heavy and filling with tears.

“I just want to know that he is alright. That’s not against protocol, Mom.” Maven wiped at her eyes. “Please.”

“They found him. His father said they found him. Call Flynn or Janet, Maven. I’ve got to go.” She hurried across the kitchen planting a kiss atop Maven’s head, they hugged, and then she was gone, leaving Maven despondent.

“Maybe you should go up there.” Maggie volunteered.

Maven looked at Maggie. “What if he is dying?”

“He is dying, he has been dying. Maybe you need to see him.” Maggie looked away, poking at her frosted flakes, her messy hair shielding her eyes from her sister. “There was always going to be a day where Henri…died. It could help you get over it.”

Maven cringed. “What do you know, Maggie?” She snapped.

“I didn’t say I know anything.” She jumped down from the stool, slamming her bowl into the sink and walked out of the room.

But she knew Maggie was right. As much as she cared about Henri she had to be there for him. No matter how much fear she felt on the inside, it was the right thing to do.

She hurried out the door.

***

Flynn and his uncle, April, Sandra, and the rest of his family all waited in the family waiting room along with Maven. Never had he seen so many people pace at one time. He wasn’t able to pace, he was plastered to the wall, his heart crashing against his insides to the point he was hurting. He did everything he could not to think about it, because when he did his airway ceased and he felt his legs turning to rubber.

He couldn’t get Henri’s image out of his mind. He wasn’t resting at the bottom of the hill because of his heart, someone had put him there. Someone had purposely hurt him. And he feared he knew who that someone was. Jake Summit.

The speakers echoed the name of some doctor. The television flashed and sent the morning news into the waiting room. Flynn closed his eyes, concentrating on his breathing. His mother’s sobbing was becoming too much.

Maven had shown up and given her support and kind words to all of them and Flynn did his best to talk to her but the stress was too much and his manners went out the window. She understood and he found her sleeping in a chair by the window. He had been kind enough to take off and find a hospital blanket and put it over her.

The doctor walked into the room. All eyes were on him and all pacing slowed or died down altogether.

***

Jake reached into the mailbox pulling out some bills and a sports illustrated magazine. He looked over his shoulder at Arnold approaching.

“Jake. I need to talk to you.”

Jake sighed, tossing the mail on the porch steps. He took a seat, resting his arms against the basketball shorts he was wearing. “What’s up, Arnold?” His voice coming across a bit bored.

“You know my sister Ray-Ann works as a candy striper at the hospital right?” Arnold fidgeted with the sleeve of his gray hoodie. He sat down beside Jake. “She said Henri was brought into the hospital this morning.”

Jake offered no words. So Arnold continued. “You think he will say anything?”

Jake shifted apprehensively “I don’t know.” A sudden flow of anxiety coupled with paranoia overwhelmed him. He hadn’t reported the incident like he promised Arnold he would. He hoped for the worst to happen to Henri before they even found him. He knew it was a sick thing to hope for, but he was left with no alternative.

Arnold shook his bangs from his eyes, he looked at Jake. “This isn’t good for you.”

“What do you mean me, Arnold?” Jake laughed it off. “It was a drunken mistake. I barely hit him.”

“I mean you. If Henri remembers what happened he knows I was trying to help him. You’re in deep shit. Maybe it’s time for you to realize that.”

Jake scoffed.

“You might want to tell someone what you did.” Arnold stood up. “Because the way I see it, even if nobody ever knows what you did, Jake, his family will.”

Jake picked the mail up from the stairs. “You think I’m afraid of Flynn?”

Arnold shrugged. Flynn was older than he was so he didn’t know a whole lot about him, but he was passionate when it came to his family he knew that much. “I’ve got to go.”

***

Flynn interlocked his fingers. Leaning forward in the chair he was offered. They wanted to talk to the entire family. His knee jerked relentlessly as he stared at the doctor.

He thought it was best if they let Maven sleep. He would fill her in later.

“Right now things don’t look as severe as we initially thought. Henri has a small amount of bleeding on the brain, nothing horrendous, some scrapes and contusions.” The foreign gray haired doctor rattled. He moved his gaze from one to the next, never making it personal. “The heart…it’s doing what we expect it to be doing for someone in his stage of failure.” Flynn’s eyes narrowed. Suddenly the man’s language was so foreign he barely made sense. He wasn’t about to admit it wasn’t his language at all that it was his emotions getting the best of him.

“Can you speak English? Dammit, don’t they have any American doctors around here?” Flynn jumped up. The doctor glanced at him and away, he cleared his throat.

“The body is weak. His heart, the pacemaker, it’s doing the best it can. But soon we are going to have to connect Henri to a device that keeps his heart pushing along until we can do something else.”

His mother raised an eyebrow. “But the surgery…it’s on Monday.”

The doctor sanded his hands together, an uptight expression flooding his features. “The body is weak…the injury to the head, the cuts and scrapes, have started an infection. We have to deal with the immune system before we can offer him that option. Right now Henri is not an ideal candidate for treatment.”

Flynn groaned, slapping his hand to his forehead, out of breath. His mother dropped her head. All the hope seemed to sail right out of the room.

“Henri is awake. One visitor at a time.” The doctor stood, he shook Flynn’s fathers hand and Doug’s and quickly exited.

Sandra burst into tears. April’s eyes darted back and forth between her mother and her father and her brother. She was close to losing it. She bit at her nail, barely holding her own tears back. Her mouth was dry, she was sick to her stomach. She didn’t know what to say. She looked at her aunt, Henri’s mother; she was motionless, just staring out the window.

“That’s it?” Flynn said, cutting into everyone’s sadness. “What now?”

“They are going to fight the infection, Flynn. Doctors won’t make another move without an absolute certainty that his body can handle it.”

“He said heart failure… there is no time to wait.” Flynn exhaled, his words catching in his throat. “What happens if the infection doesn’t go away?” He already knew the answer.

Janet stood, coming over to her son, his entire body trembling more than she had ever seen before. He looked like he was ready to run from the room. She wrapped her arms around him, but he was oblivious, his arms stiff and rigid and staying at his sides.

“Let’s take this one step at a time.” She closed her eyes, her face pressed against his chest. “Go see him. Talk to him, let him know you’re here for him.”

***

Henri opened his eyes, staring at the IV in his arm. He was happy to see the hospital for once in his life, but he was so tired and groggy he couldn’t stand to have his eyes open longer than a couple minutes at a time.

The machines continued their racket. Henri closed his eyes again. He could see her, Maven, her smile, her soft blonde hair. He could smell her.

Flynn tapped on the door, interrupting his moment. “Care for a visitor?”

Henri opened his eyes, smiling as best as he could. He tried to speak, but Flynn shushed him. He pulled up the blue chair beside the bed, resting his hands on the side of Henri’s bed.

“You had everyone worried.” Flynn’s eyes hid the misery he felt on the inside. He told himself to hold it together, not to cry in front of him.

Henri cracked an even bigger smile. His eyes dull and lacking that brilliance that once filled them whenever him and Flynn carried on a conversation.

“I had me worried,” he said slowly, his voice gruff and unrecognizable. The machine wheezed, catching Flynn off guard.

“What happened?” Flynn raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. Henri’s eyes shut and he turned away. “I could guess. I always knew what you were thinking when we were kids.” He took a breath. “I know you were on your way home. I am guessing you ran into somebody on the way.”

Henri lifted a hand flashing a thumbs up sign. But he didn’t look at Flynn.

“My guess is Jake Summit.” Flynn crossed his arms, sitting back in the chair. Henri turned his hand downward. Flynn raised his eyebrows confused. He swore it was Jake Summit, who else would hurt Henri in Portwood? But there he sat staring at a thumbs down anyway.

“Then who would want to hurt you, Henri? And most robbers I know take phones and cash they don’t smash windows and beat defenseless guys up.” Flynn sighed. “It was malicious, everyone knows that much.”

“What does it matter, Flynn?” Henri said, he looked at him. “What does it matter?” His hand dropped to the side like dead weight.

Flynn scratched his head in confusion. “Because now your surgery is postponed because of the idiot who did this to you.” Flynn whacked the side of his bed in agitation. He didn’t want his cousin to be so nice anymore. For once he wanted him to do the right thing.

“Maybe this was meant to happen.” Henri shut his eyes. The machines beeped and hissed again. Flynn shook his head, ready to vomit.

“This wasn’t meant to happen. You were meant to be here. Not here dying because of some jackass that has a problem with you because you’re a better guy for his girlfriend.” Flynn’s jaw flexed in anger. “Don’t do this to us.”

“I don’t have much of a choice.” Henri cracked a smile. “That’s not how it works.”

Flynn raked a hand through his hair. “You’re giving up.”

“I felt something.” Henri opened his eyes. “I felt this presence all around me before I woke up. And I saw her and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was.”

Flynn grimaced. “What are you saying, Henri? You died and came back?”

“No, I don’t know.” He sighed. “I’m really tired, Flynn. I need to get some rest.”

Flynn stood, not wanting to leave, but looking at Henri was enough to know he was struggling to carry on their conversation. He placed a hand on his shoulder, his fingers slipping in between Henri and the scratchy hospital pillow. “I broke up with Tori.”

“Finally.” Henri raised his hand trying to meet up with Flynn’s but failed. It dropped back down against the white sheet.

“So, I need to get back in the game and I need my sidekick. You’ve got to get better.” He squeezed his arm and headed out of the room.

Flynn returned to the waiting room where Dr. Wilder sat with his family. She clutched some papers in one hand, she and his mother seemed to be deep in conversation. Flynn took the seat beside his mother.

“So this device…it will help Henri until we can get rid of the infection?”

Dr. Wilder nodded, looking over her chart. “If all goes well, they look to place the device after he has been treated with antibiotics for twenty four hours. This will keep Henri going until we can find another step.”

“Another step?” Flynn questioned. “What about this procedure he was supposed to have?”

“Dr. Nevil doesn’t feel Henri is a good candidate after reading over his medical history.” Flynn’s mother dropped her gaze. She had gotten her hopes up for nothing. Another thing that turned out would never have happened for Henri anyway.

Flynn dropped his head into his hands. “So, now what?”

“Dr. Wilder was telling us about a device that is used when a patient’s condition is severe. This will keep Henri with us until we can get him a donor.” Flynn’s jaw dropped. Janet’s bottom lip quivered and tears filled her eyes. She shook her head, frustrated. “I know, Flynn, don’t remind me.”

Flynn’s muffled sobs escaped his hands. They all knew the same thing. Henri would never accept a heart. He would refuse to be added to the list. The same nightmare as the last time.

Flynn jumped up, ignoring his mother.

“Where is Maven?” The last he had seen she was fast asleep unaware how bad things were getting.

Mrs. Wilder frowned. “I told her to take a walk and get something to eat.”

“What good is hiding the truth from her?” Flynn snapped. “She cares about him. She deserves to know.”

The look on his mother’s face told him he was wrong. He shut his mouth and rushed down the hall pushing open Henri’s hospital door. “You have to agree to the donor list.”

Henri’s eyes opened. He immediately shook his head.

“Don’t say no. Don’t say anything. Henri you have to do this.” Flynn told him again.

Henri closed his eyes, shutting Flynn out. But that didn’t make him go away.

“Think about Maven. Think about all the good times you guys still could have if you go on that list. That’s something worth sticking around for right?” Flynn leaned against the doorway, he didn’t have the strength to sit down beside his dying cousin and beg him to accept the list. “She’s been outside waiting just like the rest of us. She cares about you.”

“Does Maven know yet?” Henri asked.

“No. Her mother sent her off.”

“Be there for her because she’s going to be miserable because of me.”

Flynn pushed off the doorframe. “Fuck you, if you don’t want her miserable then go on the damn list, Henri!”

“She’s going to need someone.”

“She needs you, not me.” Flynn gritted his teeth. “Agree to the device they want to stick in you and I’ll tell her.”

“Flynn.”

Flynn kicked the frame of the door letting out an angry scream, his tennis shoes screeching across the floor of the hospital as he took off.

Henri dropped his head, closing his eyes. He pictured her eyes, blue and calm staring into his. And soon he felt like he was there with her—right beside her.

The machines beeped and whirred.