Текст книги "Epic Sins"

Автор книги: Trudy Stiles

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Garrett

Past

Newtown, Pennsylvania

Age 7

“GARRETT, DINNER’S READY,” my mother calls from downstairs. I kick over the Lego tower that I was almost done building, watching the pieces fly all around my room. Hundreds of colorful Lego bricks spread across my floor and get stuck in places I know I won’t be able to reach.

“Stupid Legos,” I say and stomp down the stairs.

I climb up onto a stool and rest my elbows on the center island while my mother fills the dinner plate in front of me. Roasted chicken, mashed potatoes and cauliflower. The only thing I like on this plate is the chicken, and I pick at the skin before she’s finished putting the rest of the food on my plate.

“Garrett, can you be patient?” my mother scolds me, but gently.

“Yes, Mom.”

When she’s finished, she fills her own plate with food and covers everything else with tin foil. I don’t know why she’s doing this; Dad never comes home for dinner. In fact, I haven’t seen him in over a week.

She smiles at me and takes a clean plate and utensils out of the cabinet and drawer, setting them neatly next to the warming leftovers.

She pulls her stool around the other side of the island and sits across from me.

“How was school today?” she asks. The same question she asks every single night.

“It was fine.”

I pull the remaining skin off the chicken and drag it through the pile of ketchup on my plate, tossing it into my mouth. “Chicken’s good, Mom.”

“Thank you, sweetie, I know it’s your favorite.”

I finish the chicken and swirl the cauliflower into the mashed potatoes. She’s watching me mess with my food, so she knows I’m not eating it. “Can I be done?” I ask.

“You didn’t eat any of your vegetables. Have at least two pieces of cauliflower and four spoonfuls of potatoes.”

Every night she tries to get me to eat more, especially things that I don’t like. She’s trying to make a deal with me. “How about one and three?” I say.

“No, Garrett, eat what you’re told.”

“Okay, Mom,” I whine.

We both jump when the laundry room door flies open. My father comes in, throwing his briefcase on the floor in the corner of the kitchen.

“Dad!” I say excitedly. I can’t believe he’s home.

He says something I can’t hear and my mother pushes her plate away. She quickly grabs his clean plate and covered meal. “John, thank goodness you’re home.”

He shoots her a look that makes me move around in my seat. He doesn’t look like my dad. He’s a mess and his shirt is untucked.

“I’ll eat later, Claire,” he responds and walks past us through the kitchen and into the den. He smells like smoke.

My mother moves his food back to the top of the stove so it can stay warm. Her lips are tight and her eyes look sad.

I finish everything on my plate, hoping to bring a smile to my mother’s face. She doesn’t notice and takes my empty plate, putting it directly into the dishwasher.

Behind us, in the den, drawers are opening and closing loudly. I hear my father saying bad words beneath his breath.

“Claire, where’s the box I had under the entertainment center?” he calls out angrily.

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” my mother responds. She looks worried.

“Goddammit, Claire!” he screams and tears through magazines and books, throwing everything to the floor. “Where are my things?” He’s making a giant mess.

“John, I don’t know!” my mother yells back.

She reaches for my hand and leads me to the stairs. “Garrett, go to your room. Close your door and watch some television.” She kisses my cheek and turns toward the den.

Worried, I walk up the stairs. Loud banging comes from downstairs and my father sounds really angry. I close my door like my mom told me.

I suddenly hear loud noises coming from outside my door. It sounds like my father is running up the stairs. “John, where are you going?” My mother’s voice trails behind him and now they’re in the hallway.

His voice becomes calmer and almost sweeter. “Where’s my money? Please tell me you have that box.”

“How much do you owe this time?” she asks nervously.

“It doesn’t matter,” he says, and I wonder what they’re talking about.

“John, we can’t keep living like this. The last time you owed them money, they took our car.” Who took our car? I don’t remember that.

“I owe them thirty-five thousand,” he says, and my mother lets out a loud gasp.

“How?” she asks.

“The Rutgers game. I thought they would cover the spread. I had so much riding on that game. It would have paid off our debts. We would have had money in the bank for the first time in years.” He sounds upset and my mother starts to cry.

“Thirty-five thousand dollars. John, what the hell were you thinking? We could get help. My parents can help us out. Why are you throwing away our future?”

“If I don’t find that box, we may not have a future, Claire. They threatened to do some major damage this time if I can’t come up with the money.”

“What do you mean?” she asks, and she sounds really upset. I think she’s scared. My heart jumps into my throat and is beating wildly.

“They said that you and Garrett would pay if I couldn’t.”

“Oh my God.” I hear her rush down the hall, into their bedroom, and my father follows. What could happen to us? What would we pay with?

“Daddy? It’s Claire.” She must be on the phone. What’s going on?

I can barely hear her voice now, like she’s far away. About ten minutes later, the door flies open and my father’s voice is strained. “Don’t do this, Claire. Please. It’s all getting taken care of. Your parents are helping. Our lives can go back to normal now.” He’s pleading with her.

“My father will meet you at the diner in thirty minutes with a check to pay off these thugs. After that, I never want to see you in our home again. You will not put our lives in danger, and I refuse to allow our son to be used as a pawn. It’s over, John. Get out of my house.”

“Claire.” His voice begins to shake. “I’m sorry,” he says, and I hear my mom start to cry.

“No you’re not. This is the third time we’ve been in this same situation except now you’ve brought our family into it. Never again. Leave now. Daddy’s expecting you soon. Take what you want because the rest of your things will be in the trash tomorrow.”

She opens my door and I see my father standing in the hallway. I raise my hand slowly and wave goodbye.

She shuts the door and pulls me against her chest. “I’m sorry you heard that, honey. Everything’s going to be okay. I promise.”

I hear the front door close and his car start. My father’s gone and I don’t think he’s ever coming home.

“What were you building?” she asks. She’s happy now and she’s smiling. Her eyes look puffy, though.

“A big tower, but it was crooked. I didn’t like it.”

“I can see that.” She laughs and sits down on the floor next to me. “You know, I played with Legos when I was your age and I built some of the greatest towers ever.” She takes a large base piece and begins building a solid foundation. “Pass those red ones over to me.”

She quickly starts to add layer after colorful layer. The tower is almost as tall as I am before I know it. It’s wider at the bottom and smaller at the top. “That’s pretty cool, Mom.”

“It’s perfectly balanced, see?” She leans back. I think she likes her tower.

I take one of the Lego guys and stand him on the top. “Look! A super hero,” I say, and I can hear her taking deep, calming breaths.

“Mom, am I going to see Daddy again?” I ask, afraid of the answer.

“I don’t know, Garrett. I hope so. Now, where’s that Lego Millennium Falcon you got for your birthday?” She looks around the room, trying to find it.

“In my closet,” I say and jump up, excited. I find it on the shelf and bring it back to her. I almost knock over the tower, but she grabs it before it can fall over. She moves it against my bookcase and it looks like it will be okay.

“I’ve always wanted to do this one. They didn’t have it when I was your age. Legos back then were a bit simpler.”

“I guess I’m lucky then, huh?” I say and shrug my shoulders. I wonder what it was like back when my mom was a little girl. I can’t imagine her playing Legos. I only picture dolls and flowers. “Didn’t you have tea parties and stuff back then?”

She says softly, “I was a bit of a tomboy. I played sports with my brothers and didn’t have too much time for dolls.” She has four brothers who are my uncles. They’re all cool, but I barely see them because they live in North Carolina. I have like ten cousins too that I hardly ever see.

“Can I be Darth Vader?” I ask her when we dump the contents of the box onto my rug.

“You can be anything you want, Garrett.” She rubs the back of my head and pulls me against her for a hug. “And I mean that for the rest of your life. You know I’ll support you in anything you want to do,” she says.

“I want to be a garbage man. It’s so cool that they get to drive a big truck!” I exclaim, and Mom laughs.

“That sounds like it would be a lot of fun.” She smiles and begins to separate the bags of Legos. She lines them up in number order.

“Why don’t we try to put together the first two bags tonight, and we’ll work on the rest of it throughout the week.”

I nod. “Yeah, this could take a while and it’s already dark outside.”

She rips open the first bag and dumps out the pieces. I immediately find the figures and assemble Darth Vader, Princess Leia, and Han Solo. There are a few Storm Troopers too.

Mom smiles as she begins to put together the pieces that will make up the Millennium Falcon. I play-fight with the figures. Darth Vader tries to beat up Han Solo, but Princess Leia kicks his butt.

I really enjoy these times with my mom. I just wish my dad could be here too.

Hopefully once those people get their money, he can come home, just like he said.

Sam

Past

Villanova, Pennsylvania

Age 7

“DADDY, LOOK!” I SCREAM as I’m about to jump into the deep end of the pool. He waves and his smile is huge. I know I’m going to make him so proud by finally being brave.

My feet hit the cool water first and I feel it rush through my toes and up my legs. I squeeze my nose closed as tight as I can, suck in lots of air and hold my breath. My heart is pounding as the rest of my body sinks below the surface. I kick my legs as fast as I can, trying to reach the sunlight through the water. The muffled sound of clapping hands becomes louder as my head pops out of the water and I take huge gulps of air.

“Great pencil dive, Sam!” Daddy yells from the porch. He’s surrounded by his friends from work. We’re having a party to celebrate his secretary’s retirement, and everyone loves her so much, they wanted to come and share this special day with her. Lucy is super sweet and she says she’s going to travel the world with her husband. She’s old, like fifty or sixty. I don’t know why she waited so long to follow her dream of seeing things like the Eiffel Tower and the Tower of London. Lots of towers. Kind of seems boring.

Her granddaughter, Cassie, is my age and she’s here too. She’s a really good swimmer and taught me how to jump into the deep end. Today’s the first day that I’m not wearing my swimmies.

“Woo-hoo!” Cassie says from the diving board. “It’s my turn now!”

My heart is beating fast as I try to paddle to the shallow end. My arms feel really heavy and it’s hard to keep my head above the water. My toes scrape along the bottom of the pool that is the slope leading to shallower water. I’m almost there.

“Sam, please stay in the shallow end when you don’t have your swimmies on,” my mother calls from the stairs. As soon as my feet are firmly planted on the flat surface of the shallow end, I turn and smile. “I’m okay, Mommy. See!” I throw my hands up in the air, splashing water around me. She smiles as she shakes her head and turns to pass a tray of food to one of Daddy’s friends from work.

“Cannonball!” Cassie yells from the diving board, pulling her knees to her chest. She lands in the water and doesn’t even have to hold her nose. Her eyes are open huge and she’s laughing as her face disappears beneath the waves that she just made. She doesn’t come up right away and I’m suddenly worried. Before I can say another word, I feel a cool hand wrap around my ankle and I’m underwater again, flailing and laughing.

We both surface while I cough out the water I just swallowed. “Hey! No fair. And no playing rough or your grandma will be down here before you know it,” I say to her as she pulls herself onto a large raft. It’s Mommy’s raft and is usually off limits to kids, but she’s busy with Daddy’s friends and probably won’t notice. Cassie paddles over toward me and I climb on next to her.

Our shoulders are touching on the raft. It’s really hot.

“I like your pool,” she says, covering her eyes with her arm.

“Thanks,” I say, doing the same with my own arm.

Cassie giggles and kicks her foot in the water, spraying it all over us.

“My dad is sad that your grandma isn’t going to work for him anymore. He keeps saying he doesn’t know what he’s going to do without Lucy,” I say and see Lucy and Mommy looking out from the deck.

“I know, Grammy is pretty sad, but she and Grampy have been planning their retirement for a long time. They said I can come on a road trip with them in their RV. I think they’re going to take me to Florida next summer and maybe to Maine.”

“I’m going to Disney World next month for my birthday,” I say and think about all of the fun things we’re going to do there.

“Really? Oh, I wish I could come!” Cassie whines and splashes me again. I laugh and try to shield my face from the cold water from the pool.

“I bet you’ll go there when your grandparents take you next summer.”

“Yeah, maybe.” She sighs.

We float quietly around the pool for a while. I shiver when a breeze tickles my feet. “Goosebumps!” Cassie screeches and rolls off the raft with a splash. I’m about to do the same when I notice we’ve floated into the deep end. “C’mon in, it’s so much warmer than the air.” She dives and disappears under the water.

I look up at the deck and my parents aren’t there. I see a lot of people that Daddy works with. I lean a little on the raft and see the deep water below me. Shadows from the trees make it look deeper than it really is. Cassie is now sitting all the way across the pool on the stairs and tosses her head back to sun her face. I can do this.

I lean a little further so I can easily slide off the raft when suddenly I’m under and water fills my mouth and nose. Panic sets in and I kick my feet hard, but I’m not moving. I try to yell when my head pops out of the water, but I can’t, and I go under again. My screams are muffled by the water and my arms are flailing around me. I feel like I’m attached to something—my bathing suit is tight around my back, almost choking me.

I’m kicking and pushing and nothing is happening! I can’t scream anymore because I can’t breathe. I hear noises outside the water and Cassie’s voice yelling something. I keep kicking my feet, but I’m being pulled with a weight on my back. I’m stuck!

There’s a rush of water next to me and I feel the warmth from the air on my face again. I cough up lots of water. “Samantha! Are you okay?” My father’s worried voice is booming around me as my body hits the pavement next to the pool. Pain shoots up my back and I feel something tugging at me. I feel the raft tear at my bathing suit. Coughing takes over and I roll to my side, gasping for air.

His strong arms are wrapped around me, drying me off with a towel. “Sam, talk to me.”

“I can’t—” I choke again and cough for what seems like another five minutes. My mother’s voice comes from behind me and she says, “Sam, what happened?”

I’m still trying to catch my breath when Cassie chimes in, “I didn’t see it, Mrs. Weston. One minute we were floating together on the raft, and after I jumped off and swam to the other end of the pool she was in the water. I swear I didn’t see anything!” She starts to cry, worried that she’s going to get blamed for my accident.

Tears are flowing from my cheeks now and my chest hurts really bad. “It’s okay, honey,” my mother says as I’m pulled against her chest. “You’re okay. If you can cough, you can breathe. Take it easy and try to calm down.”

Cassie’s cries mix with my own and we’re both sobbing like babies. My father’s warm voice begins to overpower our tears and I rub my cheeks.

“You’re both okay. Let’s stop the crying and figure out what happened. Sam, it looks like the raft somehow became attached to the back of your bathing suit. When you jumped off, the raft flipped and must have pinned you beneath it.” He’s rubbing my back as my sobs begin to subside.

“I told you girls that the raft was off limits,” my mother scolds us.

“It’s my fault, Mrs. Weston. I took the raft. I didn’t think it was a big deal. I’m really, really sorry.” She bursts into tears again and throws herself into her grandmother’s arms.

“Girls, take it easy. Everyone is fine. And it’s a good thing there were adults around to help you,” Lucy says, and she looks over at my father. I turn to put my face into his chest and he’s soaking wet.

“Daddy, I’m sorry. You ruined your outfit.” I tighten my arms around his neck and he pulls me close.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I have plenty more clothes and these will certainly dry.”

“Ben, why don’t we get the girls inside so they can change into dry clothes too,” my mother says, and I’m lifted into the air.

Within minutes, Cassie and I are dried off and in the house. “Samantha has plenty of clothes in her room, Cassie, if you don’t have any to change into.” We follow my mother upstairs, and soon we’re in my room. The thick pink carpet beneath my toes feels so good.

“Oooh, you have the Barbie Townhouse!” Cassie exclaims as my mother quickly pulls a sundress over my shoulders. She unties my bathing suit and hands me a clean pair of Barbie underwear.

“Go finish getting changed and you and Cassie can play all you want inside for the rest of the night.” I grab my undies from her hand and march into the bathroom.

“Cassie, here is a dress for you too.”

“It’s okay, Mrs. Weston, my Grammy has my clean clothes downstairs. I’ll go get them. Be right back!” I hear Cassie run down the stairs, calling for her grandmother.

“Sam, are you okay in there?” my mom asks through the bathroom door.

“Yes.” I slowly open the door and step back into my room. “I’m sorry for not being careful, Mommy.” Tears fill my eyes again and she pulls me into a huge bear hug.

“You’re okay. That’s all that matters.” She pushes me away from her gently and places her hands on my shoulders. “Promise me something?” she says, her eyes soft but stern.

“Yes, Mommy?” I look up and feel bad that I let her down.

“Promise me that you won’t take chances like that without me or your father around. I mean, until you can swim strongly without your swimmies, you need to be supervised. Okay?”

“Okay, I promise Mommy. I’m sorry.” I throw my arms around her waist as warm tears flow down my cheeks once again.

“Hey, hey. No tears, okay? I’m proud of you for trying your best and being brave, but we want to make sure that you’re strong enough to swim on your own.”

I wipe my tears on the back of my hand and sniffle back the boogies that are about to fall out of my nose. She puts a tissue in my hand and hugs me again.

“Cassie’s a nice girl, isn’t she?” Mommy asks and leads me over to sit on my bed while I finish cleaning up my messy face.

“She sure is. I wonder how she learned to swim so good. I wish I was as strong as her.”

“I bet she started swim lessons much sooner than you. Mommy and Daddy didn’t think to get you swim lessons when you were younger and before we put in the pool. I’m going to call someone tomorrow to make sure you get stronger throughout the rest of the summer.”

I hear Cassie’s footsteps in our hallway and she’s back in my room before I know it.

“Let’s play summer vacation! How many Barbies do you have?” she asks as she pulls out the canvas storage boxes from underneath the hutch in my room.

“I don’t know. Maybe twenty or thirty?”

“I’ll leave you girls to play. I’ll come get you when dinner is ready. Have fun.” My mother kisses my forehead as she lets go of my hand.

Cassie pulls out all of my Barbie dolls and pets. “I also have the Barbie Beach House. Let me get that out of my closet.” I open my closet door and pull out the house along with a Jeep.

“This is going to be awesome!” Cassie exclaims. “Our girls will live in the city and head out to the beach on the weekends. Just like my parents.”

“Cassie, we don’t live in the city.”

“I know that, silly, but my parents are always out at our beach house in New Jersey. That’s where they are this weekend. Maybe you and I can go with them one weekend. Would you like that?”

“Oh yeah!” I say, excited.

“Cool. I love the beach. Especially the boardwalk and the rides. My favorite ride is the rollercoaster!” She stands up with one of my Barbie dolls in her hand and pretends to have her ride an imaginary rollercoaster in the middle of my room.

“I’m not sure about rollercoasters, but I do love the beach,” I say hesitantly.

“Hey, if you could jump into the deep end today, you can ride a rollercoaster.”

I smile as I begin to set up the furniture in the townhouse. The plush sectional couch barely fits on the second floor, but I make it work.

“We’ll see, Cassie.”

She leaps through the air with the doll and gives me a huge hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay, Sam! I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”

“I was scared, but I’m okay now.”

“You almost drowned! You were coughing up so much water I didn’t know what to do. Thank God for your Daddy. He was in the water and pulled you out so fast. He saved your life.”

“Yeah, I guess he did.” I smile.

Thank God for my Daddy.