Lash Broken Angel

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Naomi tossed the last garbage bag into the trashcan and sat across from her father on the front porch steps. He was playing with a red coin, his one-month sobriety token, flipping it through his fingers. She leaned against the rail, gazing at the stars in the cloudless sky. They sat in comfortable silence, neither wanting to disturb the rare peaceful quiet of the night. Gunshots and sirens blaring in the distance were common. Even though Naomi lived only a few miles away, she worried about her grandmother and Chuy living in such a dangerous neighborhood.

“Did you have good time, Mijita?” Javier asked.

“I loved it, Dad.” Naomi glanced down at the brown bottle he held. She hoped he wasn’t drinking again.

“It’s root beer,” he said, reading the expression on her face. “I know you’re worried that I’ll start drinking again. You have my word that I won’t drink again.”

“Do you keep in contact with your sponsor?”

“Every day.”

“Good.”

Her father grew quiet for a moment. He shifted and cleared his throat before he spoke. “There’s something I want to give you.”

“Dad—”

“Before you say no, let me explain.” He patted the spot next to him. “Come over here.”

“But—”

“Please, this is important.”

She slid across the step, and uneasiness swept over her as she waited for her father to speak. The last time he had made the face that he was making now was when he had to tell her that her mother died.

He dug into his pocket and pulled out a delicate silver necklace. Sparks of blue and white shimmered off the tiny diamonds that lined the crucifix as he dangled it under the porch light—her mother’s necklace. Tears swam in her eyes as she remembered sitting on the hospital bed, her mother pale with pain, dark circles underneath her eyes, her cheeks gaunt. Whenever she traced the necklace, peace flickered in her eyes. Her faith was so strong; it was something Naomi wished she had too.

She slid her fingers, feeling the cool touch of silver. When her mother died, her father kept it in a small, velvet pouch and always carried it with him. “I can’t.”

“It’s yours,” he said, his voice sounding loud in the quiet night, even though he spoke with a whisper.

Naomi dropped her hand. “It belongs to you.”

He picked up her hand and flipped it over. He dropped the necklace into her palm and stared at it for a moment before he curled her hand closed. Placing his hand over her closed one, he looked into her eyes with a steady gaze. “The future is in your hands.”

“Dad, I—”

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Yes, but—”

“I’ll feel better knowing you have this. You’re grown up and have a full life ahead of you. You need to go out. Meet someone special. When was the last time you went on a date?”

Naomi grimaced. There was something about watching her father lose the love of his life that put the dating scene in perspective. She thought back to all the guys she had dated before. She couldn’t think of one that she cared about as intensely as her parents had cared for each other.

“I’m not interested in dating, at least not for now.”

Javier shook his head. “Don’t close yourself off from love, Mijita. When the time is right, the person will find you. All you need is to have faith.” He took the necklace from her hand and placed it around her neck.

Naomi studied his face and wondered why he was acting so strange. He seemed to want to tell her more, and she waited quietly, hoping he would. Instead, he sighed and stood.

“Where are you going?” she asked, surprised that he was leaving.

“Work.” He took the car keys out of his pocket. “I’m doing some office cleaning at night.”

“You have two part-time jobs?”

“I’ve got a lot of bills to catch up on. Don’t look at me like that.” He tapped the frown line at the center of her forehead. “You’ll get wrinkles before you’re thirty.”

“Now that you’re better, maybe you could get an IT job.” She glanced away knowing that even his degree in computer science couldn’t erase the trail of reprimands he’d gotten from his previous employers. She couldn’t help but hold on to the hope that in a big city like Houston, he could find a job and that someone would give him a fresh start before the technology world flew by.

“Maybe.” Javier turned the ignition, and the lights encircling the mustang flickered to life.

“You and Chuy did a good job.” Naomi stood back to get a better view. “It’s really cool. You two should go into business together.”

“That’s not a bad idea. Although, knowing Chuy, he’d eat up all the profits.” He put the car in reverse. “See you tomorrow. Don’t forget to put on your helmet.”

“I always do.” She waved.

He was half way down the street when, out of nowhere, she had a strong desire to run after him. She shook her head and berated herself for acting silly.

“I’ll see him tomorrow.” She started the bike and rode in the opposite direction.

***

Jane Sutherland leaned against the sink and slipped off her Jimmy Choos. After five hours of talking and hobnobbing with the Houston wealthy and the Who’s Who in Texas oil, her feet were screaming at her. She wiggled her toes as the floor cooled her aching feet. Much better, she thought. If only she could attend formal functions barefoot, it would make it much more fun.

She looked into the mirror and applied a fresh coat of ruby lipstick. Her platinum-blonde hair slicked back into a chignon highlighted large sapphire-colored eyes. Forty-seven years of avoiding the sun—she burned easily—kept her face pale and wrinkle-free.

There was a knock at the door. “Senator Sutherland? Mr. Prescott has a guest he’d like to introduce to you.”

“I’ll be right there.” Jane sighed and placed the lipstick into her Gucci clutch. Another guest. Another drink.

When she had started her political career, she had no idea that most of her time would be spent fundraising. She had naively thought she’d be different from the others. She’d make a difference. Now, the only difference she made was whether or not her financial supporters would benefit from their generous donations to her campaign.

She swung the door open to find a distinguished looking man standing in the hall.

“Senator.” He broke into a glorious smile. “I was about to see if you needed my assistance.”

“I seem to recall that the last time you offered to help and came after me in the ladies room, I got water all over your silk tie.” Jane smiled at Luke Prescott.

He offered his arm, and she tucked her hand into it. “I was doing you a favor, lifting you up so you could wash your hands. I had no idea you would destroy my favorite tie.”

“That’s the risk of keeping company with a five-year-old.” Jane squeezed his arm affectionately. Her father worked for Luke Prescott, and he was a close family friend. Growing up, Luke was always present for the important events in her life, the lead in the school play, prom, graduation, even when her father wasn’t. Then when her mother died, he made sure to call at least once a day. He became her closest confidant. It was his idea for her to go to law school, and then after that, he encouraged and supported her run for congress.

“Thank goodness I had a dozen more like it.” His grey eyes twinkled.

“And why wouldn’t you? I would think a billionaire would have at least a couple.”

“Now, now, Jane. Be nice to the super wealthy. We have feelings, too.”

Jane paused at the entrance to the ballroom. The room was packed with supporters of the American Federation party, all expecting great things from her. All she had ever wanted was to help give people a better life. When did that turn to wearing a designer gown and talking to people who paid the price of a small car just to be in the same room with her? If it hadn’t been for Luke insisting and purchasing her wardrobe, what he considered a necessary uniform, she’d wear something less ostentatious.

“I’m a bit tired, Luke. Let’s call it a night.”

“One more person,” he whispered into her ear. “The Conoleys are dying to meet you in person. They flew all the way from Oklahoma.”

“On their private jet, I’m sure.”

“It’s a small one.”

“Oh, my apologies.” Jane feigned concern. “I didn’t know how much hardship they were under. Let’s meet them.” She might as well get this over with. As much as she hated fundraising, she was passionate about the American Federation party, believing that their core value of fiscal and community responsibilities would benefit the country.

After meeting the Conoleys and having a drink with them, Luke took her to another group of people to meet. Every time she tried to leave, Luke found an excuse for her to stay. It was strange that, as the evening progressed, she had the sensation of being drunk, even though she barely sipped from only one glass of wine. She glanced at her drink, wondering how it could still be half-full. It was as if she hadn’t been drinking from it at all.

“I’ve had enough, Luke,” she said.

“Go and get your beauty sleep.” He waved to a tall man standing on the outskirts of the room. “I’ll have Sal follow you home.”

“That’s not necessary,” she said. Sal was Luke’s personal assistant slash bodyguard. Wherever Luke went, Sal was close behind, lurking in the shadows. He tried to blend in with others, which was difficult for a hulking six-foot-two mass of muscles to do, and the crocodile boots he always wore didn’t help, either.

Sal stood at Luke’s side, his face void of emotion. His black eyes glanced over Jane and, for a moment, they tensed and looked at her as if she was beneath him. A cold sensation hit the pit of her stomach. He’d never looked at her like that before and wondered what she did to earn a look like that.

Luke gave him a slight nod, and Sal gave Jane one final glance before he made his way through the crowd and disappeared out of the ballroom. “I’ll let you go for now, but you’ll have to get used to having people at your side at all times when you’re the president.” Luke took her by the elbow and walked her to the lobby.

Jane laughed. “You’re getting ahead of yourself. Let’s wait and see if I can survive my current term. I barely won my seat the first time.” When Luke and his friends suggested that she run for the senate under the American Federation party, she never thought she’d actually win since the party was new and had few supporters. Luke, on the other hand, had no doubts.

“I’ve never been wrong when it comes to situations like this. Mark my words, Jane. You will be the president of the United States.”

The words sent a chill through Jane. She should have been elated to hear those words, President Sutherland. Why did the chill feel like it was one of fear rather than excitement?

A light rain fell as she drove her silver Jaguar XF—a gift from Luke when she graduated from law school long ago—down the outskirts of Houston toward her home in the suburbs. Feeling light headed, she turned on the AC and directed the cool air toward her face. Grabbing her smartphone, she pressed a button and waited for the familiar beep.

“Play Mozart,” she instructed.

Eine Kleine Nachtmusik filtered through the speakers as she drove along a winding road. The car’s headlights bounced off the glass of the office buildings she passed. As she stared down the highway, fighting to keep awake, she saw a streetlight flickering in the distance. When she passed it, the light intensified and then went back to normal. She then saw another light doing the same thing—flicker, grow brighter, then back to normal—as she drove past each one.

I must’ve drunk more than I thought. She slapped her cheeks lightly.

The phone rang, and she jumped, startled. Glancing down, she saw the name “Luke Prescott” written across the screen.

Everything seemed to happen all at once. A massive weight pressed down on her chest, and for a second she thought she was having a heart attack. The pressure spread as if enclosing her entire body into a cocoon, protecting her. It was the same feeling she had thirty-five years ago, just before the plane she and her mother were on crashed. There was a screech of tires, and a rush of adrenaline swept through her. The last thing she saw before blacking out was a dancing horse barreling toward her.