15
Different
I STOOD IN THE CORNER OF THE MAIN parlour in the funeral home, withdrawing from the mourners swarming around me. A shimmer of light caught my eye across the room. I stared out at the soft blue sky and wisps of clouds as they drifted past the small rectangular window at the top of the wall. The clouds appeared so white against the pristine sky, floating as if carried along a river. A bird fluttered across the scene occasionally, making me wish I was soaring alongside it – away from the whispers, the consoling words, the hands that jostled me and arms that clutched me to unfamiliar bodies. I needed to escape the sorrowful faces and teary eyes.
Did you hear she hanged herself?
I blinked, my blissful retreat interrupted. I scanned the room filled with faces. Faces that wouldn’t stop watching me.
‘Emma, I am so sorry.’ A slender older female stood before me, startling me. I pressed my lips into a tight appreciative smile. She hugged me. I stiffened against her. ‘I worked with Rachel, and she was always so happy. I’m going to miss her.’
I nodded absently. ‘Thank you.’
Tied the rope around the banister and jumped. Broke her neck instantly.
My eyes jumped from face to face, looking for the source of the whispering. Pain catapulted through my head with the movement, repercussions from the poolside vodka. My vision blurred slightly. I raised my hand to my head, convinced I was hearing things.
‘Emma, have you eaten?’
‘Huh?’ I jolted to attention. It was the first time I’d heard Sara’s voice all day. We hadn’t spoken since she returned to the motel room sometime in the night.
‘Emma?’ Sara inspected me carefully. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Um … nothing.’ I tried to breathe evenly. ‘I think … I think I need a break.’
‘You should eat something,’ she encouraged. ‘My mom’s fixing you a plate in the kitchen.’
I nodded absently, my eyes still twitching from face to face. I felt like I was losing it. My head was in so much pain, I could have heard anything and not understood a word.
I tried to slip through the bodies, but was stopped with hugs and words of condolence along the way. I’d perfected ‘thank you’ so much so that it slipped from my mouth automatically, without truly hearing the sentiment that prompted it.
You’ve never thought about anyone other than yourself my entire life! You’re not a mother, you never have been!
They didn’t know the truth about the woman they were mourning. I knew too well, and seeing the captured seconds of happiness displayed around the room was enough to put me over the edge.
I slipped into the kitchen at the end of the hall unnoticed. I found a tall glass and filled it with ice before retreating back into the hallway and easing open the door to the office I’d been in yesterday. Behind the large desk was a closet, and in that closet was my tote bag, which contained the only thing that could cure my headache and erase all of these people from existence.
I unscrewed the bottle and tipped the vodka into the glass, taking a few sips with a shudder. With a small tin of Altoids in my pocket, I left the room clutching the glass firmly, slinking back to my corner and setting it behind me within reach. I remained there, staring out the window, uttering ‘thank you’ to the droves of people gathered to pay tribute to the woman who had never been my mother.
I didn’t want to be here. I probably didn’t want to be here any more than she did. But I wasn’t here for Rachel Walace. I manoeuvred through the crowd when we entered the funeral home filled with pictures and flowers. I didn’t give the images a second glance, trying to blend in, to stay out of her sight until I was ready. I wasn’t convinced that would be any time soon.
‘She’s in the other room.’
I looked down to find the kind face of Ms Mier in front of me.
‘Hi, Ms Mier. It’s nice to see you.’ I smiled warmly at the woman who had always taken the time to understand, and often understood more than we realized.
‘It’s nice to see you too, Evan. I wish it were under better circumstances. I hope you’re doing well at Yale.’ She patted my arm, and just before she passed me, she said quietly, ‘She’s in the far corner in the other room. You should talk to her.’
‘Thank you,’ I replied, nodding appreciatively.
I did want to talk to her. I’d been waiting for two years to talk to her. But I knew this wasn’t the place to do it.
‘Evan –’ Sara confronted me with a stern look on her face. ‘What are you –’ She released a heavy breath. ‘I know you had to be here. Really, I do. But she shouldn’t see you.’
I was expecting this reaction, but it didn’t mean I liked it.
‘Hi, Sara,’ I responded. ‘Can I do anything to help?’
She sighed. ‘No, we’re okay. But, Evan, just know that … she’s different,’ she murmured before disappearing into the crowd. I looked after her, struck by her words.
I continued down the hall that ended at the kitchen and allowed entry into the grand parlour. I scanned the room, filled with familiar faces from high school, and others I didn’t recognize. Searching for her – needing to see her, whether I was ready or not.
‘Emma, dear.’ Her voice stilled my breath. ‘I am so sorry for your loss.’
I stared right into the vibrant blue eyes of Vivian Mathews, unable to speak.
She ran her cool, thin hand down the side of my face. ‘You are such a strong young woman. I wish you didn’t have to go through this.’
I shifted my gaze, before she saw that my ‘strength’ was barely holding me up.
‘I’m sorry about your mother, Emma,’ Jared’s deep voice offered in condolence. The need to escape seized me. I nodded slightly.
Vivian wrapped me gingerly in her arms and said soothingly in my ear, ‘If you ever need anything, I am here for you.’
My hands shook as I feebly returned her embrace.
And then they were gone, lost in the crowd. I looked around for them, certain that if they were here, so was he. I turned towards the glass set in the corner and took several large gulps to ease my nerves. I wasn’t ready. I didn’t think I’d ever be ready to see Evan again, but it didn’t stop me from looking around the room, searching for his steel-blue eyes.
Then I saw her. At the same moment she saw me. Her light brown eyes froze as if she’d been ensnared. The hints of the California sun suited her, but she looked drained and fragile in her dark dress. She’d cut her hair so it rested against her jaw, her bangs sweeping along her brow. She was thinner, the roundness of her face replaced by slender angles and jutting cheekbones. I almost could’ve convinced myself it wasn’t her, but then I saw the blush rise to her cheeks, and I felt my mouth turn up slightly. She was still breathtakingly beautiful. Except for the vacancy in her eyes.
‘Evan, I can’t believe you’re here.’
I pulled my eyes away from Emma.
‘Hi, Jill. How’ve you been?’ I fought every desire to ignore the insensitive girl, and smiled politely in her direction.
I stole a glance back to where Emma had been. But she was gone.
‘Have you spoken to Analise lately?’ she pried, never one to respect personal boundaries.
‘Not in a while, no,’ I responded, looking around for an escape.
‘She would die if she knew you were here,’ Jill continued to harp. ‘Have you seen Emma? I swear she’s hungover.’
‘Her mother just died, Jill,’ I said sternly, trying to conceal my anger.
‘I still don’t understand why you’re here,’ she repeated. ‘I mean, after what she did to you … omigod.’
I refused to react to her comment. ‘It was good seeing you again, Jill. But I’m going to see if Mrs McKinley needs my help.’
I pushed further into the room, peering over and around the mourners, but Emma had disappeared.
‘I thought you weren’t going to talk to her,’ Jared said, coming up beside me.
‘I’m not,’ I replied guiltily. ‘I was looking for you.’
‘Yeah, right,’ he scoffed. Then his attention was drawn towards the red hair that weaved through the crowd.
‘Are you going to talk to her?’
He glared in response.
‘What the hell do I say? Besides, this isn’t exactly the best place to talk.’ I knew exactly what he meant. His eyes continued to follow her. As if sensing him, Sara looked up and they made eye contact. Jared looked at her dumbly. I nudged him to pursue her, but she whipped herself around and strode aggressively in the opposite direction.
‘That went well,’ I said sardonically.
‘Shut up,’ he muttered. ‘Emma was looking for you. As soon as she saw Mom and me, she looked for you. So what are you going to do?’
‘I don’t know yet,’ I admitted, still searching the faces for the girl who had broken my heart.
Once I saw Vivian I knew he’d be here. I shook my head and paced the office. I couldn’t go back out there. Not until I knew Evan was gone. I felt like my heart was going to pound out of my chest. I looked down at the silver box I’d tucked under my arm on my way out of the room.
‘What the hell is he doing here?’ I asked the object. The panic continued to build; I couldn’t calm down. I could hear people talking on the other side of the door, and recognized the funeral director’s dreary tone. Not wanting to explain why I was in his office holding my mother’s ashes, I rushed to the closet behind his desk and hid inside.
I held my breath, waiting for the voices in the office to disappear. When the light clicked off and the door closed behind them, I exhaled and rested against the wall. I reached above my head and found a string. An exposed bulb illuminated the long, narrow closet. My jacket, along with Sara, Anna and Carl’s, hung on the metal pipe secured into each side of the wall. At the far end was a stack of brown-metal folding chairs. My feet bumped the tote bag on the floor.
‘I might as well,’ I murmured. ‘I mean, it is your memorial.’
I slid down the wall and kicked off my shoes. The glass I’d emptied in the parlour had taken the edge off. But it wasn’t enough. I unscrewed the bottle.
‘Cheers, Mom.’ I tapped the metal box with the bottle before taking a large swig and embraced the swirl that rocked through my head.
I stared at the shiny silver container, taking a few more gulps of the numbing elixir.
‘Did you really hang yourself?’ I paused as if she’d really answer. ‘Why? Why would you do that? Were you really that unhappy?’ I released a heavy breath and rested my arm on the top of the box. ‘Well … I hope you got what you wanted. I hope the pain’s gone.’
‘Sara,’ I interrupted her while she was speaking with some parents I only recognized by sight. ‘Do you have a minute?’
Sara excused herself and approached me. ‘What is it?’
‘Have you seen Emma?’
Sara stopped to think. ‘Umm … not in a while, actually. She was supposed to go in the kitchen to get something to eat. But that was like a half hour ago.’
‘Where do you think she is?’ Sara avoided my eyes, which made me even more concerned. ‘Sara, do you think she’s okay?’
Sara couldn’t look at me. Instead she started scanning the thinning crowd.
‘I’ll look in the kitchen,’ she told me. ‘Let me know if you see her.’
Sara was more concerned than I was anticipating. I didn’t know why, but I knew we needed to find Emma before anyone else did.
‘Cole!’ I exclaimed loudly when he answered the phone, my voice echoing in the enclosed space. ‘Oops, that was loud. Shhh!’ I pressed my finger over my lips.
‘Emma? What’s going on? Where’s Sara?’ He didn’t sound too happy to hear from me. I wondered if he was still mad at me.
‘I don’t know,’ I answered simply. ‘She’s out there somewhere. Cole, are you still mad at me?’
‘What?’ He sounded confused. ‘No. But right now I’m worried about you. Where are you?’
‘In a closet. With my mom. We’re drinking.’
Cole was silent for a moment. ‘Umm … what did you say?’
I started laughing. ‘That did sound funny, huh?’
‘Emma, where’s Sara?’
‘Do you not want to talk to me?’ I asked in confusion. ‘Why do you want to talk to Sara?’
‘I’m kind of going crazy, because I’m in California, and I have no idea what you’re going through right now. And the fact that you’ve locked yourself in a closet to drink doesn’t sound good.’
‘Omigod, is the door locked?’ I asked in a rush. I reached up and turned the handle and cracked the door slightly. ‘It’s not locked.’ I laughed.
‘Emma.’ Cole sighed. ‘I can be there tomorrow.’
‘No!’ I shouted back, then said firmly, ‘I don’t want you here. You don’t belong here. I don’t belong here. I’m stuck. I’m stuck in yesterday, and you’re tomorrow. And I’ll see you in two more tomorrows. Okay?’
‘I have no idea what you just said.’
I leaned my head against the wall with the phone pressed against my face and the nearly depleted bottle between my legs. ‘Cole.’
‘Yes, Emma?’
I closed my eyes, and I couldn’t open them again.
‘Emma?’
I heard him through the fog, but I couldn’t find him. ‘Emma?’
‘Emma?’ Sara whispered into the office. Light seeped out under the closet door. ‘Shit.’
I followed her into the room, shutting the door behind us before flipping on the light. I was suddenly concerned about what we were going to find behind that door.
Sara opened it and then shook her head. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me.’
I stood behind her, and it took me a moment to interpret what I was seeing. Emma lay slumped against the wall with what was left of a bottle of vodka spilled on the floor next to her and a cell phone in her hand.
‘Is she drunk?’ I asked in shocked disbelief.
‘I told you she was different.’ Sara leaned over and pushed the hair out of Emma’s face, tucking it behind her ear. She removed the cell phone from her hand and listened.
I could only watch; I was having a hard time coming to grips with this image. My brow furrowed with the roll of anger rippling through me.
‘Hello?’ Her eyes widened in surprise when she heard a voice on the other end. ‘Cole. Hey. Yeah, I found her.’ She listened. ‘She’s … passed out. But I’m going to take her back to the motel now, and I’ll have her call you in the morning.’ She hung up the phone and tossed it in the blue striped bag that was on the floor.
‘Shit,’ Sara muttered again, inspecting Emma’s limp body. ‘How the hell am I going to get her out of here without my mother seeing this?’
‘Did you just say you were staying in a motel?’ I asked. ‘Why aren’t you staying at your house?’
‘Because Emma wants nothing to do with Weslyn.’ Sara’s answer made perfect sense, but it still felt like someone had punched me in the gut. ‘She had a hard enough time being here, obviously.’ She waved her hands over her.
‘She’s not staying at a motel, especially that dive along the highway, if that’s the one you’re talking about.’
Sara flashed her eyes up at me in frustration. ‘Do you have a better plan? Because I can’t let my mother know she did this. She’d lose it.’
‘She can stay at my house.’ I said it before I’d really given it much thought. ‘She can stay in the guest room.’
‘No. Way,’ Sara retorted firmly. ‘That is the worst idea ever.’
‘If you want my help getting her out of here, then she’s staying at my house.’
‘Evan, why would you want that?’ I didn’t say anything. But after seeing Emma like this, I knew there was more going on than I understood. I was already about to split open with the questions that I’d been left with two years ago, and this was more than I could handle.
Sara didn’t push for the answer that I didn’t have. She kept shaking her head, at a loss for a better plan.
‘Then I’m staying too,’ Sara insisted.
‘Fine. You can stay in the other guest room.’
‘And you know she’s going to be beyond pissed off when she wakes up,’ she warned me.
‘I think where she wakes up will be the least of her worries.’ I nodded towards the passed-out girl on the closet floor, unable to connect her to the girl I used to know. It seemed impossible they were the same person.
‘Pull my car around to the back,’ I instructed. ‘Come in and get us when the path through the kitchen is clear. I think most people have left by now anyway.’
Sara stared at me, the disapproval heavy on her face. ‘One night, Evan. That’s it.’
I shrugged. ‘Fine. You’ll have to convince her to stay with you tomorrow, because that motel’s not an option.’
Sara reached out and took the keys from my hand. She walked forward a few steps, then hesitated, turning back to take the silver box with her.
I leaned against the doorframe, listening to the deep breaths pass through Emma’s full lips. I wasn’t prepared for any of this.
‘Emma, what happened?’ I pulled out my phone to check the time, waiting for Sara to return, and stared at the unconscious girl on the floor with a disgruntled breath.
‘We’re all set,’ Sara declared. I turned away from the unrecognizable figure. Sara picked up the shoes and retrieved the bag from the closet. I knelt down next to Emma, sliding an arm beneath her thighs and wrapping the other around her ribs. Her body fell into me, her arm dangling by her side. I stood, the movement not stirring her at all. Sara tucked the skirt of her dress in between my arm and her legs before leading me out the door.
I could feel her breath against my neck and my shoulders tightened, not comfortable having her this close to me. I swallowed against the tension in my jaw and followed Sara quickly through the kitchen into the cool spring night.
I set her on the passenger seat, and Sara closed the door. ‘I’m going to the motel to get our bags. I won’t be long.’ I shook my head with a half grin, knowing she didn’t want Emma to wake up without her there.
I sat in the driver’s seat and looked over at her again. The pale light of the night softened the lines of her face, reminding me of the girl I once knew. She could have easily been just sleeping, hiding her haunted eyes under her lids. Watching her peaceful face, something roused inside me, and I knew I was in trouble.