Broken Wings 2 - Midnight Flight

by Andrews, V. C.

  “I'm not exactly in a party mood, you know, and I told you, I don't like to be called Robin Lyn. Just call me Robin. You, too,” she ordered me.

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” I said, and Teal laughed.

  Robin folded her arms and turned away. “Well, we're here together so I guess we'll have to talk to each other decently. Where y'all from?”

  “Where y'all from?” Teal laughed. “I'm from Albany, New York. I was flown in here just a little before y'all were, I think. I'm very unsure about the time. They took my watch.”

  “Mine, too,” I said, rubbing my wrist. “And my ring. Why did they do that?”

  “Maybe they're jewel thieves. They took Robin's watch, too, right, Robin?”

  “Big deal. I stole it. I'll steal another first chance I get,” she said defiantly, looking at the closed door. “I'm supposed to be at a school, a special school. That's what the judge said,” she shouted at the door. “Not some dumpy, smelly building.”

  “Judge?” I asked.

  She spun her head around to me so fast, I thought it would just keep going in circles on her neck.

  “What are you, a scholarship winner or something? Is that why you're here?”

  I stared, confused.

  “Hardly,” I finally replied. “My uncle and aunt arranged all this without telling me anything about it. I was drugged, kidnapped, and brought here.”

  Robin started to laugh and stopped. “Did you say drugged and kidnapped?”

  “I know exactly what she means. That's how I felt,” Teal said. “My father arranged for me to be transported here. He was nice enough to tell me I was going to a a special school, but my parents didn't even let me take a change of clothing. Daddy had a hired goon bring me to the airport and to the plane. Next thing I knew, I was flying away and no one told me where I was going. They kept the windows shut, too. They gave me something to drink, and before I knew it, I was asleep, so I was drugged, too. When I woke up, I was here and dressed in this rag and these stupid clodhoppers as well as this . . . diaper.”

  “I guess I shouldn't have expected anything better from my aunt, but why did your father do that to you?” I asked. Even though I had had some of my things when Daddy brought me to live with Aunt Mae Louise and Uncle Buster, I didn't feel much different except I knew why they'd got rid of me. There was no surprise for me there.

  “He was, I guess I can safely say, at the end of his patience with me. I was an embarrassment to my mother, who sits at the head of the social table of high society.”

  “What did you do?”

  “I robbed a bank,” Teal muttered.

  “What?”

  “I stole money from Daddy's secret safe, his and my brother Carson's.”

  “And your own father sent you away for that?”

  “Well, it was a little more, I guess,” Teal admitted.

  “I bet,” Robin muttered. “Don't be fooled by her sweet little face.”

  I turned to her. “What about you?”

  “I didn't rob a bank, but I was part of an armed robbery of a supermarket where I worked,” Robin said, looking ahead. It was as if she were reminding herself and not telling us. “This is supposed to be an alternative to going to a real jail. My mother darling talked me into it, and like both of you, I was eventually put in a plane and the same things happened to me. I fell asleep and they took my clothing and brought me here.”

  She smiled and shook her head and then shouted at the closed door, “They're just trying to frighten us with all this . . . this horror-​hotel stuff, but it doesn't scare me! Y'all just wasting your time! You might as well give me back my clothes!”

  “What brought you here?” Teal asked me after Robin's screams died down.

  “I ran away from my uncle and aunt where I was supposed to stay.”

  “So, big deal,” Robin said. “I bet we've all done that one time or another.”

  “I was supposed to be in court for hitting this boy with a little brass statue.”

  “Did you kill him?” Teal asked, her eyes widening with interest.

  “No, but I put him in the hospital. He was part of a group of boys trying to rape me.”

  “So why would they put you in jail for that?” Robin asked skeptically. “It just sounds like self-​defense to me.”

  “There's more to it.”

  “I bet.”

  “Look,” I said, turning on her, “I don't have to defend myself to you. In fact—”

  Before I could say anything else, we heard the door squeal open, followed by the machine-​gun rat-​ta-​tat-​tat of stiletto high heels on the concrete floor.

  Out of the dark shadows came a tall, elegant-​looking woman, statuesque with a firm figure in a ruby-​red skirt suit. She had highlighted golden brown hair, about the base of her neck in length, neatly styled. As she moved more into the light and drew closer, I saw she was an attractive woman with high cheekbones and a perfect nose. She was wearing a soft red lipstick, very understated. A girlfriend of mine, Louella Mason, who was determined to become a beautician, had told me when a woman wants to emphasize her eyes, she de-​emphasizes her lips, but this woman looked like she didn't need anything special to make her eyes prominent. They weren't big as much as they were striking and intense.

  She paused, looked at the three of us, and smiled so warmly, I felt like getting up and rushing into her arms. It was a smile that brought a ray of sunshine to a rainy day, and, boy, did I need some sugar now.

  “Hello, girls,” she said. “I'm Dr. Foreman. Welcome to my school.”

  “This is a school?” Teal piped up immediately. “It's more like someone's filthy basement.”

  Dr. Foreman turned to her and, holding her smile, said, “No, this isn't the actual school.” She looked about and smiled as if she didn't see what we saw. She saw a beautiful lobby or something instead. “This is my orientation center. The school is some distance from here, but I like to meet my girls as soon as they are brought and introduce them to the way things will be as soon as possible. That way, if they don't accept what I say and don't do what I say, I can put them right back on the plane and ship them somewhere else where a far worse fate awaits them. Is this plan all right with you, Teal?”

  I could see Teal was both impressed and intimidated that Dr. Foreman already knew which of us she was. Teal didn't answer. She just sat looking at her, her mouth slightly open. Dr. Foreman did not turn away immediately either. She held Teal's gaze, froze that now cold smile on her lips, and only after a few beats, slowly turned back to Robin and me.

  “Now then, as I was saying, welcome to my school,” she continued.

  As if that was their cue, three young women, the one who had escorted me from the plane to the concrete building, and two others dressed similarly with their hair cut identically short, entered and took position just behind Dr. Foreman. They stood with military posture, their arms behind them, hands clasped, and looked forward, not at us, just forward and poised like guard dogs ready to pounce upon command. Foreman's rottweilers, all teeth and muscle, I thought.

  “I created my school only five years ago, but I have, shall we say, graduated dozens of girls like you, releasing them back into society as productive young women, all of whom have kept out of any trouble with their families or with the law. Three are in fact law officers now themselves,” Dr. Foreman said, smiling wider with pride. “Two are correction officers and one is a policewoman in a big city.”

  “Something for us to look forward to,” Robin muttered. “A career as a policewoman.”

  Dr. Foreman looked straight ahead, but her body began to turn as if it were robotic, slowly, stiffly, her shoulders firm and straight.

  “Right now, Robin Lyn Taylor, all you have to look forward to is getting yourself into more trouble and so deeply that you are eventually put away in a room without any hope of getting out. In effect, you have no future. The reason you have been sent here is to help you regain one. Until that happens, you, all of you,”

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nbsp; Dr. Foreman said, looking at Teal and me as well now, “are nonentities. You don't exist for your families. You don't exist for yourselves. All you've accomplished up until now is sharpened yourselves as thorns in the side of civilized society. With me, under my care, you will either develop the ability to have a future or you will be pulled out of the side of the civilized world and discarded like any nuisance. The choice is ultimately yours to make, but,” she said, smiling warmly again, "we will do our best here to help you make the right choice. In the past, whenever you were given the opportunity to do what was right and decent, you all made other choices. We expect to correct that. We will help you.

  "Someone, thanks to the mercy of our court system, has decided to give you this one last chance. Rather than sit here sulking and trying to think of wisecracks, you should begin to show some appreciation.

  “But,” she continued in a sweet, melodic tone, “I am the first to recognize that you are all here because you are all rilled with defiance, anger, and most of all fear.”

  “Fear?” I muttered. I couldn't help it. It just slipped out between my lips. How could fear have brought us here?

  “Yes, my dear Phoebe, fear. Antisocial behavior stems from a well of fear. You act out because you are defensive, slightly paranoid, I'm afraid. In your present way of thinking, the world around you threatens you. You believe everyone is against you and you're just naturally antagonistic to everything.”

  I guess she saw the lack of understanding in my face. She smiled, again so softly, I felt I could relax and listen to her for hours.

  “Don't worry about any of that yet, my dear. You'll see. You'll all see. That's what's so wonderful about my work,“ she said excitedly, ”at least to me, especially the way it opens the eyes of my girls. For me,“ she said, her voice rising an octave, ”there is nothing as satisfying as seeing one of my girls suddenly come to the realization she can be as good as anyone else out there, she can be productive and worthwhile. She can make friends and be liked and like others. Her heart can hold sunshine, even on rainy days.”

  She did make it sound wonderful. For a moment she paused with her face so radiant and full of happiness, I felt some hope seep into my hardened and crusty surface. She looked at me as if she could sense it and gave me a special nod, a little more of her smile.

  "People are always asking me, 'Dr. Foreman, you were a successful and renowned college professor. Why did you throw away your classroom work, your publications, your lectures, put all your fortune into this school, and go off and surround yourself with the hardest sort of challenge: girls whom everyone has given up on, girls who would easily end up in penal institutions?'

  “Well, the answer is you, my dears,” she declared with her arms out as though she were about to embrace all three of us at once, “you and your awakening. Nothing is more satisfying to me than to bring someone back from the dead,” she continued, her right hand over her heart, “for that is where you are now, in some cemetery of your own making, burying yourselves in your disgust, your fears, your dysfunction.”

  She grew stern looking again and took another step toward the three of us.

  "Within the next twenty-​four hours, fourteen hundred teenagers like yourselves will attempt suicide,

  twenty-​eight hundred will get pregnant, fifteen thousand will try alcohol for the first time, and thirty-​five hundred will run away from home."

  She let those facts linger in the air between us for a moment. I glanced at Robin and then Teal. Neither seemed impressed nor seemed to care.

  “But not you. No, not my girls. To me,” Dr. Foreman said, looking up at the ceiling as if she could look right through to the heavens, “you will all be like Lazarus, rising from the grave.”

  “Does that mean you're God?” Teal asked, her mouth dripping with sarcasm.

  I thought I was brave and tough, but this soft, pretty white girl who sounded like she had been born with a silver spoon in her mouth was sure nasty and unafraid, even after all that had been done to her, to us.

  Dr. Foreman's eyelids fluttered. She had what seemed unflappable poise. That smile never faltered as she lowered her gaze at Teal like someone lowering the barrel of a cannon at a new target.

  “For you and for the others, dear Teal, as long as you are here, that is exactly who I will be.”

  She waited a moment for her words to settle. Teal shook her head and looked away.

  “Now,” Dr. Foreman said, turning back to speak to all of us, “let me begin by explaining that you're not going to a school any way like the ones you have attended. First, my school is at my ranch. It's a working ranch and you will all participate in the daily chores.”

  “Oh, so we're really a form of cheap labor, is that it?” Robin complained.

  “Hardly cheap, Robin. For your work, you will be given full room and board.”

  “Isn't my father paying you?” Teal fired at her. “I shouldn't have to do any daily chores,” she declared staunchly, her eyes burning with arrogance.

  “Yes, in your case, the family is paying, but there is much more that will be given to you than you would get anywhere else for that amount of money,” Dr. Foreman said calmly. The arrows and darts Teal shot at her with those fiery eyes seemed to bounce off an invisible wall of protection that surrounded her.

  “Like what?” Teal demanded, refusing to step back. I saw how the girls behind Dr. Foreman glared at Teal. They all looked eager to get their hands around her neck and shake her head off her body.

  “Like my expert treatment, my therapy sessions, my proven techniques,” Dr. Foreman said to all of us and not just Teal. “It's off the charts when you start computing the costs, and even Teal here, who points out that her parents are paying the tuition, couldn't really afford the tuition if it were equated with the value you will all receive.”

  “Why are you so nice and generous to us?” Teal muttered, the corners of her mouth folding in.

  “Why? I do this because I want to give back to the science that has been so good to me, as well as my deep desire to help young women in desperate need, to help them find what is spiritually good in them.”

  “Oh, brother,” Teal muttered. “We're in a nunnery.”

  Dr. Foreman's rottweilers moved restlessly. She glanced at them and turned back to us.

  “To continue”-—Dr. Foreman glared at Teal—“at my school you will not find a staff of teachers to coddle and prod you into doing your homework, studying properly, and achieving. I will assign you all your work and you will have to master it all yourselves.”

  “Huh?” Robin said. “Did you say ourselves?”

  “What are we going to study, basket weaving?” Teal asked with a crooked smile.

  “You will be studying regular academic subjects, of course. We want you to qualify for high school graduation, to be able to pass exams, even be good enough to be admitted to institutions of higher learning, but you will be in a different sort of classroom. Life itself, you will see, will become the chief subject. You're all failing at that right now, and for now, that is far more important a subject than anything else.”

  “I don't get it. How are we supposed to learn anything without a teacher?” Robin asked. “It was hard enough to learn with one.”

  "Oh, you'll be surprised at what you can accomplish when you are left to your own initiative, Robin Lyn. Of course, you will all help each other. Cooperation in that regard is very important. I will want you all to fully understand how important it is to get along with each other, with others of different backgrounds. Out there, that's what you must do to be a contributing member of society.

  “But, self-​reliance is essential, too. We can cooperate with each other, but we can't become totally dependent upon others or we become a burden, don't we? That is truly what the three of you are right now, a burden. You'll either be cast off or you'll learn to walk on your own. Sink or swim,” she said, her face now turning cool. When she called for it, that iciness seemed to emerge from within her, rise to th
e surface of her face, penetrate her eyes, tighten her lips, and make her look taller, more intimidating.

  I glanced again at the other two. Despite the brave fronts they were putting on, I sensed they were just as anxious about all this as I was. I noticed as well that the three young women behind Dr. Foreman had grown still again, had barely moved a muscle since she had looked at them. How could they be so disciplined? They were three statues.

  How much longer would we be kept here? I wondered. It was dank and musty, the air so stale my throat ached. Why did we have to begin in such a place anyway? The stool was uncomfortable. The lighting was dull. What was the point of having us sit at old grade-​school desks? I was still tired and achy from my unpleasant trip. I couldn't wait to go to sleep in a bed and I had to go to the bathroom, but I was afraid to mention it yet. I didn't want to be the first one.

  “To be sure you are making the right amount of effort at your schoolwork, you will be tested from time to time on your academic subjects, and if you don't pass, you will be given demerits,” Dr. Foreman explained.

  “Demerits?” Teal said, smirking. “What does that mean, we won't get our Girl Scout patches and medals?”

  “No, my dear,” Dr. Foreman responded. “Nothing that important. You are all as of now under my merit system. Since you have all been brought here as a last resort because of your antisocial behavior, you will all be beginning with a minus ten and have to work your way back up to zero before you can even hope to achieve rights and privileges.”

  That did sound threatening.

  “What rights and privileges?” I asked.

  “Well, for one thing, you will have to wear what you're wearing until you achieve the points to wear my school uniforms.”

  “What are we wearing? This is disgusting,” Teal complained. “Not only are these ... these rags irritating my skin, they smell, and why do we have to wear diapers, for Christ sakes? I want my clothes back.”