“Just breathe,” he commands.
My intake sounds like a wheeze and I feel as if my mind is splitting into halves.
“It’s okay,” Scott tells me.
But it’s not. Nothing is okay.
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Ryan
BETH DIDN’T SHOW LAST NIGHT. I’m not
surprised. My parents are back in town, plus Beth spent the whole day and into the evening at the hospital Saturday and needed a day to rest. I hoped she would come though. I only saw her for a few seconds on Saturday and that was in front of Scott. She seemed so broken. I need to hold her and tell her I love her and I need to hear the words back.
I’ll catch her before school begins and spend the day trying to put a smile on her face. Lacy, Chris, and Logan will want to help. Between the four of us we can distract her.
I open the fridge, pull out a Gatorade, grab my keys from the counter, and swerve to avoid steamrolling my mother. “Sorry. I’ll see you at the game later.”
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my parents. There is no way either of them would make a scene in public.
“It’s early. Sit down.” Mom brushes past me.
She’s polished for the day. Dress pants.
Sweater set. Pearls. Mom will be on the social club prowl by lunch. Dad walks into the kitchen from the formal dining room and
barely glances at Mom. The vacation was
supposed to save their marriage. Last night they slept in separate bedrooms.
My keys jingle in my hand. “I have some
stuff to take care of before school. Can we talk later?”
Mom eases into a seat at the table and
gestures for me to follow. I cock my hip
against the frame of the door instead.
“Fine.” Mom opens her right hand and like an accordion my condoms fly onto the table.
“Would you care to explain?”
My keys dig into my hand as I try to keep my anger in check. “You went through my room?”
“We’re your parents. We have the right.”
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be damned if they see it on my face. How
much did they go through? Did they find my plaque from winning the writing competition?
Did they turn on my computer? Did they find my stories? This is exactly how they treated Mark when he first came home from college this summer. Right before he told them he was gay.
“I counted them,” Mom says. “There’s one
missing.”
I’ve never hated my mother before and, right now, I do. “What do you want?”
“Who is the girl?”
“I’m not telling you.” Not when Mom is
going to downgrade Beth to the girl I used a condom with. Mom will take something that was beautiful and twist it into something dirty.
“Is it a girl?” Dad asks.
My grip on the Gatorade tightens. “What is wrong with you?”
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have discussed it with you yesterday, but you were out. I did what I had to do to get some answers.”
“You wait for me, Mom. You don’t go
through my stuff.”
“Are you dating Beth Risk?” she demands.
“Or is she the girl you’re experimenting
with?” asks Dad.
Mom spins. “Andrew!”
“Some girls you date. Others you have sex with. Boys do this.”
“I’m aware of your behavior in high
school,” Mom says. “But my son will not be sleeping with one girl and dating another in public. Gwen deserves better than that. I deserved better than that!”
“Stop it!” I’m tired of the fighting.
“It was one night, Miriam!” Dad yells.
“Twenty-five years ago.”
I throw the Gatorade in my hand across the room. Glass shatters in the china cabinet and Mom holds her hands over her head. “Do you guys even hear yourselves anymore? Did you even bother listening to Mark? Do you even hear me? I’m not dating Gwen and leave Beth out of this!”
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“Ryan!” Dad bellows, but Mom puts her
hand up to silence him.
“Ryan,” she says slowly. Her hand plays
with the pearls around her neck. “Beth Risk isn’t who you think she is. Gwen grew concerned when you continued to date Beth at school even after we forbade you to see her, so she went to her parents…again.”
I swear under my breath. Gwen doesn’t even understand the destruction she’s created.
Mom continues, “Don’t be mad at Gwen.
She cares for you and she did the right thing.
See, her father knows the truth about Beth. She didn’t move to New York with Scott all those years ago. Her father went to prison and her mother moved herself and Beth to Louisville.