Barely Breathing

by Rebecca Donovan

Page 56

 

  "I know," I sulked, feeling ill. "I left my phone in my car. I wish I had called. But I was hoping wed get to talk, so I could explain. I really never meant to worry him. "

  "What are you going to do about Rachel?"

  I was quiet for a moment. "I cant live with her anymore. " My voice cracked slightly, the emotions escaping despite my efforts to bury them.

  "I know," Sara agreed, her voice sympathetic. "Want to go to Florida with me this week?"

  "I cant," I answered automatically. "I really need to be here for soccer. "

  "I knew youd say that, so I talked to my mom and Im flying down on Thursday with my dad instead of leaving with her on Monday. I want to be here with you. "

  "Thanks," I smiled faintly. "I want that too. " And I did. I needed to be with the one person who wasnt angry with me, and didnt force me to explain every feeling that was coursing through my body.

  "Can you tell me about last night a little bit?" she inquired gently. "It was a little confusing, but you were upset, so I decided to wait. "

  "Like what?"

  "Whos this lawyer, and what did he tell you?"

  I recounted my conversation with Charles Stanley and what he had revealed about my parents and my grandparents, and the trust Id inherited.

  "Wow," Sara mused after I was done. "Thats crazy. That must be where Leyla and Jack are, huh? In Florida with your grandmother. "

  "I think so," I replied with a slight nod.

  "Em," Sara began cautiously, "you said that you thought your mom may have attempted suicide. Why would you say that?"

  I crossed my arms and bowed my head, picturing her on the couch, barely coherent and confessing what no mother should ever admit, no matter how true. Sharpness cut through my chest just thinking about her spouts of disdain.

  Somewhere amongst the slur of words she had mentioned not being the one to leave me with Carol and George. She said Sharon left me. She was in the hospital. She took too many pills. I shared this with Sara along with my deduction that she had overdosed.

  "Maybe it was an accident," Sara offered.

  I shrugged in contemplation, but I doubted it. My mother was so grief stricken by my fathers death, I suspected she may have done it on purpose. I recalled my cutting words to her on the porch, and my eyes stung with shame. Regardless of what she didnt feel for me, I should never have said what I did. I was cruel.

  Anna called up to us when the pancakes were ready. I followed Sara downstairs, although I didnt feel much like eating.

  I could tell by the way Anna looked at me, full of sympathy and concern, that Sara had told her. I couldnt expect Sara to keep anything from her parents after what had happened last year. I wasnt upset, but I wasnt sure I could talk to Anna about it.

  But I also knew she wasnt the type of mother to leave it alone. She waited until after breakfast, when Sara was in the shower. I was sitting in the rec room, aimlessly searching the channels. Anna sat next to me on the couch, and I shut off the television. I waited for her to begin.

  "Sometimes people hurt more than they can handle," she soothed, observing me. I had a hard time meeting her eyes. "And sometimes they dont know how to ask for help. Theyre so caught up in their own pain, they end up hurting everyone around them. I wish you didn’t keep getting hurt. "

  I didnt respond, but she knew I wouldnt.

  "I know you have commitments here and wont be coming to Florida with us. Well help you get your things next week when we return. " Anna placed her hand over mine. It was warm and soft. I tried to smile, but it never truly formed on my lips.

  When she left the room, her sentiment kept floating through my head. I thought of Evan and everything Id put him through. I began to wonder if I was the one being hurt, or the one doing the hurting.

  "I want to call him," I told Sara while sitting in the mall restaurant. She had somehow coaxed me into shopping with her. I must have been completely distracted when I said yes.

  "Its only been a day," Sara countered. "Give him some more time. "

  "I just. . . " I pushed the fries around on my plate, not eating them. "I want to apologize. He wont even have to say he forgives me. I just need him to know how horrible I feel. "

  "Im not so sure thats what hes looking for, Emma. "

  I knew she was right. An apology was just words. Evan wanted me to trust him, to confide in him. Thats all hed ever wanted. He wanted to be the one I turned to when everything was falling apart. He wanted to be. . . Jonathan.

  I had no idea when this happened. When Jonathan became the first person I thought of, the first person I called when everything was miserable and complicated. He was the one I reached out to when I couldnt sleep at night, or couldnt carry Rachel to bed, or when I needed to escape her completely. He knew me in a way that Evan didnt, but in a way that Evan had always wanted to.

  "Why does he want to know?" I pondered out loud. "Why does he want to know all the bad things, the things most people pretend not to see? Why does he want to know I hurt, or that my mothers never loved me? Its almost more important to him than knowing Im safe and happy. "

  "Thats not it at all," Sara countered with a crease between her brows. "Emma, Evan wants to know you and all that makes you, you. The good, the bad and the horrible. He needs to do some fessing up himself and not keep running away when he gets his feelings hurt. But you cant keep him in the dark when everything starts falling apart. Youre not protecting him, you know. Youre pushing him away. "

  "I guess I wasnt sure hed understand," I confessed with a sigh.

  "Like Jonathan does?" Sara finished the thought. I nodded. "Give him a chance. "

  My phone chimed. I looked at the screen and then to Sara with wide eyes.

  "Who is it?"

  "Rachel," I said, completely stunned. "Should I answer it?" Sara shrugged with a grimace of uncertainty. I missed the call.

  She followed up with a text, Where are you?

  I showed Sara the text. "She doesnt know youre staying with me?"

  "I dont remember if I told her, or she may not remember. But why does she care?"

  "I dont know," Sara answered, just as perplexed.

  I decided to text back, At Saras.

  I left it at that, and she responded, OK. I shook my head in confusion.

  “Okay, enough doom and gloom. ” Sara stood up. “We’re going to check out prom dresses,” she declared with a vibrant smile. She observed the dread on my face. “Dont worry. Hell forgive you before prom. Come on. Ill make it fun. ”

  Sara pulled me from my seat. She excitedly led the way through store after store. She picked out the most obnoxious dresses and modeled them for me, determined to make me laugh. And I did. Exactly as she intended.

  ~~~~~

  Sara jumped on the couch, attempting a split in the air while striking the electric guitar. I knelt on the ground, leaning back with the guitar raised above my head, letting the ear splitting sound reverberate through the amp. The song we were supposed to be playing along to blared over the speakers.

  Movement out of the corner of my eye drew my attention, and I turned to find Anna at the top of the stairs, screaming, "Emma!"

  I stood and removed the guitar strap from around my neck. Sara noticed my change from rock star to worried girl before catching sight of her mom. She hopped down from the couch and shut off the amp and the music.

  My ears were still ringing when Anna announced, "Your moms on my phone. " I froze mid-step. "Shes worried about you. My phones downstairs in my room. "

  I followed Anna downstairs, glancing back at Saras concerned face before I disappeared. We entered Anna’s bedroom, where her suitcase lay open on her bed. Shed been interrupted from packing for the trip that she was leaving for in an hour. The cell phone was next to the suitcase.

  Anna picked it up and said, "Shes right here," to Rachel before handing it to me. She walked past me, closing the bedroom door behind her.

  "Hi," I said cautio
usly.

  "Emily?" Rachel confirmed in relief. "Are you okay? I didnt know you were staying all weekend. I havent heard from you. "

  My brows crumpled in confusion. "What?"

  "Did you tell me you were staying there?" she asked in her nervous rush. "Did I forget? Im so sorry. I probably forgot. "

  "Whats wrong with you?" I shot out. "Why are you all of a sudden worried about me?"

  "Oh," she sighed, sounding disappointed. "Are you still mad at me? Im so sorry I overreacted on Friday. I shouldnt have thought that you would ever do anything to hurt me. I was upset. Are you really mad?"

  I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it, completely speechless. Who was this woman? Even if she didnt remember what she’d said to me that night because she was so drunk, she had to have remembered what I said to her?how much I hurt her.

  "Emily?" she called out to me.

  "Im here," I answered, devoid of emotion. "Im staying here this week. Its vacation anyway, so. . . Im staying here. " I couldnt tell her I was moving out. I wanted to. I meant to. But I didnt.

  "Okay. " Her voice sounded strained. "Well, I guess Ill see you next week. "

  "Yeah," I breathed before I hung up, too confounded to say anything else.

  "Well," Sara demanded when I appeared at the top of the stairs. I didnt acknowledge her, too baffled by what just happened. "Emma," she urged impatiently, "what did she want?"

  "I have no idea," I murmured in a daze. I sat down on the couch next to Sara and told her what happened.

  "So she doesnt remember?" Sara questioned skeptically. "I really doubt it, Em. I bet she wants you to think that so youll move back in again. "

  "But why would she do that? She doesnt even want me. " It didnt make sense, but Id come to the same conclusion as Sara.

  "I have no idea," Sara agreed. "Maybe you should talk to her. "

  "You mean I should break up with her," I corrected. "I cant believe I need to have the were over talk with my own mother. How depressing is that?"

  "She cant keep hurting you and using you like an emotional punching bag. Its messed up. How many times do you have to forgive her before she destroys you?"

  I knew she was right. It was only a matter of time before she got drunk and did something devastating again. I just didnt understand why she kept pulling me back in, making me feel like she wanted me when, during her vodka-induced proclamation, she’d confessed that she wished I was never born.

  "Ill come with you," Sara said from beside me. "Im not going to let you do it alone. "

  ~~~~~

  Sara drove us to the house the next evening after my soccer game. I still hadnt figured out what I was going to say when we pulled in behind Rachel’s car.

  "You dont have to come in," I told Sara as I slowly unbuckled the seatbelt, my heart beating so fast I couldnt think straight.

  "Uh, no," Sara countered adamantly. "Im coming in with you. "