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Parked under a buzzing, stroked out streetlamp, I looked down the street. People moved slowly in the night, shadows slinking among shadows. The occasional cars’ headlights made them scuttle like roaches.
Home.
My limbs were heavy, the darkness inside me begging to take over.
Leaning back in my seat, I pushed the prescription bottle deep into my panties until I felt its hard round shape between my pussy lips. Years ago I’d have been careful, wedging it inside me, but I knew now cops didn’t care about addicts. They went after the dealers.
Nobody cared about the fucking addicts.
I grabbed the cash I’d gotten when I emptied my account at the ATM, then pushed open the driver’s side door and stood, tiny rocks jabbing my feet. Stepped carefully to the trunk, yanked out my gym bag, and shut it immediately. Froze and listened.
Shadows moved. A breeze shook the leaves in a bush near the fence of the parking lot. Sirens whined in the distance.
Tossing the bag on the dented trunk, I unzipped it and pulled out grey sweatpants. Stuffed my money roll in the pocket and tugged them up under my skirt, then pushed the skirt off over top of them. Threw it in the bag. Yanked on one of Corey’s huge black T-shirts and slipped on flip flops, then tossed the bag in the back seat. Made sure the door was unlocked before I shut it so would-be thieves wouldn’t break the windows.
Took a deep breath.
Exhaust clogged my lungs. Coughing intermittently, I took a few breaths to get used to it again. Then listened to the soft hum of traffic on the highway beyond the fence. Drivers oblivious to what was papering on the streets beside them, or maybe they just didn’t want to care.
I started walking, senses open to everything around me. My flip flops slapped my feet, echoing against the old buildings, closed or abandoned. A burst of flame in an alleyway, quickly extinguished into a glowing cigarette. Metallic flicks of a lighter. Murmurs. Then quiet.
I kept moving. Beyond the outdoor store, the fast food place, the medical supply company. Took a left between the Walgreens and the liquor store’s corner of the strip mall. A blinking light covered a corner in the back lot, darkness in the corner nearest me.
A shadow huddled there.
When I was a few feet from it, I stopped. “Griff?”
The figure moved, but stayed where it was.
“It’s me. Adrienne. I need a favor.” I took a tentative step closer.
“Don’t know no Adrienne,” the man muttered.
I stopped, relief pouring through me at the sound of his voice. He's home. Not the streets.
Griff Corrigan. Former biologist, a thousand times smarter than I’d ever be, addict or not. But he happened to share my addiction, to my dismay when I was on the street next to him.
Be cool.
“This was my area.” My voice was level. “I let you have it.”
“Girl who let me have it’s dead.”
“Funny. I feel so… vibrant.”
A light suddenly focused on my face, blinding me. A moment passed.
“Ah. It is you. Well.” The light switched off, blinding me again, in a pitch of darkness. “It’s my place now, oh sober one. You snooze you lose.”
I smiled. “Missed you, asshole.”
Huffed laughter chortled in the dark. “What’s a pretty, pristine ex-addict doing in the dark, looking for her old friend? Want to send me to church? Save me? You praying for my soul?”
“Always, in a way.” I moved forward, sat beside him with a foot between us. The putrid smell of his body felt like it melted the lining in my nostrils.
Focus. It’s Griff.
“Not that a shitface like you would listen though, so I didn’t pray hard.”
“Bitch.” He laughed, lit a cigarette.
Easy. Everything had always been so easy with him. So self-deprecating and perfect.
“Don’t got any Oxy, if you’re looking. Even if I did, I wouldn’t, you feel me?”
The lip of the curb pressed my pill bottle against my twat. “I’m not.”
“Good, good.” A moment passed. He chuckled again in the dark. “Then what are you doing here, princess? Shaking up corpses? Looking for science experiments?”
“I need a favor.”
“Fresh out of favors.”
“Okay then, I’m calling your fucking debt.”
He took a long pull on his cigarette, the burning end lighting up his features. Skin more weathered than I remembered. Hair longer, wilder. Beard scraggly. He stared at the dumpster across the lot.
“Get me a motel room.”
He laughed. Looked at me, his eyes glassier at the angle of the low moonlight.
Smiling, I punched his shoulder. Tried not to cringe at how bony it felt under my fist. “Asshole. Obviously I’ll pay for it. Just don’t need to show my face for the transaction.”
“Girl, you’re not supposed to be in trouble. You beat it. You got out of this shit. You sleep in a fucking bed now. I’m not helping you get back to this life. Fuck. Off.” Voice firm, he took a long drag, then flicked his cigarette. Sent it bouncing across the pavement, embers skittering, then laid down. His dirty slippers nudged my elbow. “Get off my lawn.”
I stood. Gritted my teeth and crossed my arms. “I’m clean. I’m trying to get away from bad people who’ve set me up to take their fall.”
He didn’t move.
“Also, dick,” I cleared my throat, “There’s Oxy in it for you.”
His jaw flexed. Adam’s apple bobbed.
“If you can’t do it for our friendship, do it for your drug.”
“How do I know you have it?”
Staring at him until he looked at me, I reached into my pants, down my underwear, and pulled out the pills.
“The old pussy trick.”
I shrugged. “It’s a classic for a reason.”
“Who says I won’t just fuck you up and take your shit?”
“You’re an asshole. But you’re not that kind of asshole.” The exact phrase he used when he homed in on my territory and I pulled a knife on him.
I stared in the direction of his face, unable to see his eyes.
“Yeah, well.” He pushed himself to a sitting position. Rested his arms on his knees and looked at me, the moonlight catching his face again. Shaking his head, he raised an eyebrow. “Life might be easier if we both were.”
Fucking accurate. The thought twisted my despair to a low boiling anger.
Griff held up his hand. “Give it to me.”
**
How many lives can one person fail at until nothing fits together again?
Stale cigarette smoke burned my eyes as Griff slid the door chain locked. His rich, dark brown hair snarled around a low bun. When he turned around and I looked into his green eyes, I remembered everything I left behind. Shame, arrogance, hope. Tenderness.
I swallowed.
He cleared his throat, a deep and beautiful sound. “You promised me something.”
“Yeah.” Feeling my shoulders sag, I defiantly kept his eye. Dipped my fingers past my waistband and retrieved the bottle from my pussy lips. Held it up, noting his train of eyesight never left mine. I shook it, letting the pill rattle inside. “All yours.”
Griff reached for it.
I tightened my grip. “Stay here. Shower. Sleep in an actual bed.”
“What’s your game?” Plucking the bottle from my hand, his eyes searched mine.
“I don’t have one.” Suddenly my heart felt like it was swelling, bleeding. I forced a smile. “But you stink.”
His face lit up, his laugh booming through the room. “Just when I thought you’d changed.”
“It’s all about the aesthetic after all, isn’t it?”
A man coughed in the room next to us, the shower turning on.
We smiled at each other.
Griff palmed the white top of the bottle, opening it, and poured the pill onto his palm. Popped it into his mouth and shook his head back before an anxious, “Ah!”
I watched him. Processed the contours of his deviated septum, oily hair and skin, high cheekbones, and clumped beard. The stained red T-shirt hanging on his previously thick frame. Remembered how many times we whored for addiction, then held each other through the night.
Jesus, it barely felt real. But being sober and seeing him, really seeing him… Tears pricked my eyes. “God damn, I want to save you from yourself."
“Ah. That’s what we’re doing right now then, yeah? Saving me.” Grimacing, he walked past me to the sink. The faucet squeaked as he turned on the water. He ducked his head underneath to drink from it for a long moment, then wiped his mouth. Straightened and looked at me. “What are you waiting for? Tell me how smart I am and how much potential I have.”
I stared into his face. The person who’d seen the worst things I’d ever done, and somehow loved me through them. No words needed.
“And feed that overinflated ego? Please.”
He laughed and propped his palm against the partition wall. “Touché, love. So while I’m half sober, tell me what you’re running from.”
Shaking my head, I took a breath to tell him he’d never believe me. Cut it short and looked at him. Smiled. He’s the only one who would.
“Long story short, my aunt Cici … died.”
“Oh shit.” Dropping his arm, he stood straight. Eyebrows pitched together, furrowing his weathered forehead. “She was like a mother to you.”
“Yeah.” I swallowed against the rock scraping my throat. Cleared it. “Turns out, her and my bitch cousin were into some kind of illegal shit. She had cancer, and they originally said she killed herself. But the cops picked me up today because Bitch Cousin suggested I killed her.”
His eyes widened. He stepped forward, sat on the blue bed. “What….”
“Mmmhmm. Then she told me she was going to destroy me. Earlier today, she or my boyfriend she’s apparently fucking, put that Oxy in my bag.” Sighing, I sat down on the bed next to him. The bedspread crinkled under me.
“How did you not take it?”
“I have no fucking idea. I still fucking want it.”
“What’s your next move?”
“Sleep? Run away somewhere without extradition? Which reminds me. Give me your library card.”
He laughed, lines gathering at the edges of his temples. Rubbed his thick eyebrow as he looked at me. “I’m a bum. Why would I have a library card?”
“The nerd in you will never die.” More of his own words, so endearing and oddly enrapturing, I could never forget.
Something in his eyes changed, like gas on a flame. A simmering magnetic pull. When he blinked and looked down, I found I’d been leaning forward.
I sat back. Cleared my throat.
“Yeah. So. Library card. I need to get on a computer without it tracing back to me.”
Leaning to the side, he reached into his back pocket. Pulled out a few cards, rubber banded together, and pinched the white one out. Slid it between his first and second fingers and held it up. “Password is covalent.”
“Covalent?” I took it.
He met my eyes again. “They’re the stronger bonds. Harder to break, so they’re more exciting to work with.”
“Nerd.”
“Nerd used to get beat up too much in school and learned a few things. Do you know any pressure points? Any defensive skills?”
“Not… really.”
I thought about the little silver folding knife I carried on the streets. Only had to pull it on someone once. Twice, if I counted Griff the night we met. Where did I put it?
Griff stood. “Get up. Let me show you.”
“You’re not touching me until you shower.”
**
Sunlight lifted sleep from me like a slip on my subconscious. The sheets were hard, starched almost. I laced my fingers through the hand lying on my belly and pulled him closer. Our hands rested between my breasts, his elbow at my hip. His chest against my back. The way we’d always wound together before.
Griffin.
Smiling, I let the warmth saturate me. Let the feeling of safety and happiness fill my body.
Then opened my eyes.
Light glared in from the crack between the navy blue drapes and the holes scattered in them. The window AC unit buzzed on. Brown spots dotted each other in the ceilings sagging corner, one darker than the other, and I wondered if it was a euphemism for life. If our darkness was saturated with more darkness. When would it burst?
“Library’s probably open now.”
I rolled my eyes. Griff’s voice, clear and relaxed, made me smile again.
“When the sympathetic nervous system is activated, it invokes a fight or flight response. Higher blood pressure and heart rate, dilated pupils, anxiety, tremors, etcetera, etcetera. But in social situations, you can usually tell who typically is a fighter and who is a runner.”
Extracting my fingers from his, I pushed his arm away. Pulled the sheets over my chest. “Griffin, shut up.”
“You’re not a runner, Ade.” He didn’t move, his body heat like a gentle sauna against my back.
I shook my head. Anger flickered through me. “I was a junkie. And a thief, a whore, a liar. It’s all anyone will ever believe.”
No reply. I stared at the drapes, wavering over the window air-conditioning. After a moment, I turned over.
Griff’s red stained eyes drilled into mine.
“You’re a fighter.”
“So are you.”
He smiled. His teeth were barely on the yellowed side of white. For the first time, I saw the full color of his thick brown beard and sunburnt skin. Traces of grey misted his side burns. “If I was a fighter, I’d be sober.”
I imagined him happy and healthy. Beard and hair well groomed, his angrily sunburnt skin back to olive. Laughing with me, loving me the way I needed. Carrying on deep conversations, giving back to people who were still in the worst parts of their lives. Safe together, a perfect life.
Feeling the backs of my eyes swell with tears, I rolled over away from him and got up. Snatched up my sweats and Corey’s T-shirt from the stained, fraying blue carpet and yanked them on.
“I love you, you know,” he murmured, making me freeze. “If I could, I’d get sober for you. But you can only fake something for so long before you become what you always were. You know that. I’m destined to fail you.”
“You’re a scientist. You don’t believe in destiny. Life is chosen, every day. We decide our future.” My voice broke. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Griff lying naked in the light, the bedspread covering his waist and legs. Somehow looking more jagged and aged than ever.
“And sometimes our past does.” He pulled his hand down his face, pinched his beard as he met my eyes again. “There’s a reason you never came back for me.”
Felt my lips curl back over my teeth as I fought back a wounded gasp. “Fuck you.”
“No regrets.” His face was open, eyes soft. “You have always been too good for all this. I don’t have that gene. It doesn’t change the fact that we love each other. But we’re not stupid. I’m not a fighter. You are.”
“Bullshit. Get. Sober. Call your parents. Find me when you are.”
“I’m a lost cause, Ade. Your last sentence said it all. You don’t even want to stick around because you know… you know.”
Frustration boiling through my body, I balled up my fists. “I hate you.”
“Tell me about it.”
“It fucking hurts.” Throwing up my hands, I began to pace the tiny room of unmatching blues. Bit my lip and looked at him again. “You know how pathetic it is when the only person you trust in the world is a fucking addict?”
Griff stood, rewrapping his towel from last night’s shower around his waist. His brows raised and he put his hands on my shoulders. Brushed my cheek with his thumb and offered me a wry smile. “Damn, girl. That’s pretty bad.”
“Yeah.” My voice trembled.
“Yeah,” he whispered. His grip on my shoulders tightened. Dropping his smile, he clenched his jaw. Searched my eyes. “Go. Run if you have to, but you won’t do it long. Then fight.”
**
The library at 10:45am was nearly deserted. Little kids filed into a room near the front doors, screaming happily and stomping their feet, fingers in their parent’s hands.
I wondered if I’d ever been like that. Close to my mom, if she ever brought me to these places or if she was too busy working. Not that it mattered, just trying to find a memory when I thought she might love me forever.
Setting my keys on a long brown table of desktop computers, I pulled out a chair and sat. Scanned Griff’s library card under the red lights to the side, then typed in his password.
Covalent. Strong bonds.
My heart swelled and I wished with everything I was that I could make him sober. Have him make stupid nerd jokes with me for fucking ever.
Asshole.
I put my fingers to the keys and went to Google. Bounced my foot, toes tapping the computer wires as I found countries that didn’t extradite. Among them, Afghanistan, Congo, Syria, Saudi Arabia.
Scrolling further, I found a few that didn’t always extradite. Switzerland. Bolivia. Ecuador. Iceland. Those seemed more doable.
Where’s my passport?
Passport. As soon as I thought the word, my tenuous hope fell apart. Closing my eyes, I scrubbed my face with my hands. Jesus. I stay, I might get arrested. I try to leave legally, I’ll look guilty as fuck and definitely be arrested.
Kara will have won.
I sat back hard in the wooden chair. Thought about getting a fake ID, fake passport. But I didn’t have that kind of money or those connections.
“You’re a fighter. Fight,” Griff’s voice said in my head.
How? Everything seemed futile.
Sighing, I leaned forward. At least there’s one thing I can do.
I put my fingers on the keyboard and signed into my email account. Clicked to begin a new email and typed “Danielle” into the address line. An email address popped up, one I hadn’t used since I’d gotten sober.
Hi Danielle. It’s Griffin’s friend Adrienne again. If you could spare it, it looks like your brother needs new shoes again. And a meal, maybe. Again, don’t expect him to be sober or to want to get that way. Just thought you might want to know. He lives in back of Walgreens on 103rd, btw. I asked you not to tell him it was me that sent you last time, but feel free to tell him this time. Maybe it’ll give him a kick in the ass somehow. Hope you’re doing well.
Adrienne
I hit send. Take that, fucker. Like I actually fucking forgot you.
The cursor was over the red x in the corner when I saw it. An email’s subject line.
“It’s me, Mouse.”
My heart jumped out of my chest. The library disappeared. I forgot to breathe. My body went numb. I couldn’t hear, couldn’t feel, couldn’t see anything but those three little words. Then the date, the day she died.
No. No, no, no, no, no!
I stared at the screen, time standing still, until an older man pulled out a chair two computers down. Then heard the trill of children at the front door again. The hushed murmurs of librarians at the desk.
Get it together.
Trembling, I swallowed the lump in my throat. Clicked on the email.
“Before you question it, I did this. Had I waited until I was too sick, I’ve no doubt someone else would’ve made the decision for me. But I’ve always lived on my own terms. I’ll die that way too.
She is the right person to take care of our family, but you were always going to be a thorn in her ass. You took the spotlight from her all her life and now that you’re a loose thread, it won’t be long until you’re not.
I told you I was horrible. I am. We do what we have to do to take care of the people we love. Even if it means sacrificing one for the good of all. I was never an addict, but maybe I was lost all the same. I aimed to be bad to be good, but I’ve failed. Because I’m taking care of you. This one last time.
Remember my husband’s house at the lake. You used to love to read his journals. Even after he died, or maybe especially then. He was a lot like you. Except I let him go. I’m letting you live. Find his words and find your next step.
Quickly, Mouse.
Delete this.”
My eyes burned with tears. I felt the hair on my arms rise, warmth fill my soul, and everything softened.
Everything I’d felt my entire life wasn’t a lie. I knew her the whole time.
She loved me.
**
If I learned nothing else from Aunt Cici, I vowed to learn to prepare.
The long drive to Keystone gave me time to me realize this could be a trap, no matter how much it’d seemed real. Kara had been the valedictorian of her class in private high school, and a cunt under the radar for years. It wouldn’t be beyond her to make a fake email, use the nickname Cici gave me, and set me up.
After last night, the surprise intimacy followed by a threat, I knew she was capable of anything.
Pine trees lorded over the two lane road. Blocked the lowering sun.
I ran through the techniques Griffin taught me over and over in my head. Acted them out as much as was safe while driving. Stopped for burnt coffee at a convenience store on the way to keep myself alert, and made sure the flip knife Griff gave me was in my front pocket.
By the time I reached the small town, the horizon had ingested the last splinters of sunlight. I kept my floodlights on as I turned down the pitted clay road, paranoid a deer might step out on either side. Kept a lookout for other cars, Kara’s shiny Altima in particular.
I eased off the gas pedal and let the car idle past the lake house. Kept going until I saw the neighbor’s house at the end of the road, a half mile later. An old grey pickup was in their driveway. Turning around, I drove back to Cici’s house and parked in the front lawn. Cut the car off to kill the lights. Peered into the dark, waiting for my eyes to adjust.
My car tinkled as it cooled down. A drip underneath.
There was no quiet like the country. Frogs croaking, crickets chirping. No engines. No people. Nothing but the airy challenge of a world away from the city and the sweet, coppery smell of of the fresh lake.
Grey clouds embraced the moon, leaving me in pitch black.
Shit.
The only flashlight I had was on my phone, which was off in case some detective wanted to ping it or hack GPS or whatever they did.
No choice. Shaking my head, I grabbed my cell from the center console then flipped off the overhead light. Shoved open the driver’s door, stood, and slammed it shut.
The sound echoed around the lake.
I froze. Waited. My sandals sank into the wet ground, mud licking my heels.
Nothing.
Blind eyes wide, I held down the button on the phone until it turned on. Then pressed its face to my leg to smother the light.
Where did she keep the key?
I’d never had to search for it. Never was here without the whole family. But before she’d given me a spare to her house near the city, she kept a spare outside…
The AC unit. Out back. I nodded to myself.
My skin itched as I trudged through the water soaked grass to the backyard. It felt hot, over-aware, like someone was watching.
I stopped. Looked around, but the shadows didn’t move. Crickets sang and I heard the faint hush of lapping water.
Paranoid.
I turned on the flashlight on my phone. Walked a few steps further and found the boxy AC unit. Killed the phone and crouched, feeling around the bottom of the metal box until my fingers hit hard plastic.
I pulled the magnetic box off. Slid the top to the side, felt around, and pulled out the key.
A light turned on across the lake.
Dropping the box into the mud, I curled my fingers around the key, grabbed my phone, and tiptoed to the side of the house. Melted my body to it and snuck toward the front door, taking breaks to listen.
Nothing more obvious than the front fucking door, Adrienne.
But this was the only option. I’d never known crazy shit like how to break a window from the outside. Just wasn’t me.
I kicked off my muddy flip flops at the front door. When I clicked the lock open, I slipped inside. Immediately shut the front door behind me and locked it. Waited a moment.
Nothing.
Slinking among the shadows, I made my way toward Cici’s bedroom. Passed the threshold and knelt in front of the gloomy outline of her shelves.
I took a deep breath. Dropped the key on the carpet and aimed my phone in front of me. Clicked on the flashlight.
Books, so many books. Hardcovers, soft. Names blurred the spines, but there was a series of printless softcovers at the end of the shelves. A black spiral caught my eye. I crawled over, looking at the others next to it.
His diaries.
Hers.
My skin tingled and I felt the need to keep them all. But I pulled the spiral one, black and tattered, with gold letters spelling out “Rhodia” on the front. It’d been my favorite when I was a teenager, full of love letters and poetry from when she and Uncle David were first married.
Pages gaped in the middle. I pinched out a passport, then a driver’s license. Shined the light on both, each with my picture and the name Gina Green on them. The birthdate exactly a month and year after mine.
Warmth filled my heart, then I smiled at the date. Leave it to Cici to keep me young. Always thinking about the future.
Tiny gaps bulging between the pages caught my eye. I extracted bill. Another, and another. Fifteen of them. Shined my flashlight to see Benjamin Franklin.
Fuck. No way did she do this at the last minute. She knew. She planned.
Between the last page and the hard backing of the notebook, I found two sheets of paper, folded. Pulled them out and opened it up. It was a bank statement. From the Caymans again. This time four million dollars.
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