by Lila Moore
Music floated over the water to us. The closer we came, the louder it grew. It was a soft, melodic sound, jazz from a bygone era.
I whispered to the fisherman. “Once I’m onboard, wait for me to return. I won’t be long, hopefully. Don’t make a sound until I come back. If you do exactly as I say, there’s a bonus in it for you. Understand?”
The man nodded. I had to hope he’d wait behind to collect his money. If he didn’t, Genevieve and I would be stuck on the yacht with no exit.
I directed the small boat around the yacht. There was no way up. A small sting of panic worked its way through my gut. What if I couldn’t find a way on to the yacht? I pushed the thought away. I was getting on that boat. One way or another.
We pulled around the back. A rope hung loose like a snake before me. I grabbed onto it and pulled. It seemed secure. I nodded to the fisherman, then started to climb.
Genevieve
I woke to the sound of music. I sat up in bed. A sharp pain cut through my head. I felt like I was being squeezed in a vice. I laid back down. I closed my eyes and took a breath. My mouth was dry and I could feel my heart pounding behind my eyes, but at least I was able to think.
Though, when I tried to think back on what happened earlier my mind was a bit hazy. Memories emerged like shadows taking shape in a fog. I remembered the long swim from the yacht, the delicious food in the bar and wandering the streets.
I touched my leg. I was wearing a dress I’d never seen before. I shuddered at the sight of it. My mother must have dressed me while I was sleeping. No doubt she delighted in treating me like her own personal doll.
Anger rose up inside me. I touched the spot where Carmine had stabbed me with the needle. It was sore and red. I dug my finger into it. The pain shot through my body like a wakeup call. Suddenly, everything came into focus. I remembered where I was and that horrible phone call I’d had with Luke. I’d told him to pay up.
What had I been thinking? I wasn’t thinking. The drugs had done the talking for me- the drugs and my mother. It was terrifying how suggestible I was under the drug’s influence. I did whatever my mother wanted when I was on them.
Now that I was sober, I needed to act quickly. It was only a matter of time before they showed up to give me another injection. I rested my hand on my small baby bump.
“We’re getting out of here tonight,” I whispered. “I promise.”
I sat up slowly. The throbbing in my head slowed. I took a deep breath and rose to my feet. For a second, I thought I would pass out. I stood perfectly still and focused on my breathing. Eventually, the dizziness subsided.
I looked around the room frantically. I pulled out the drawers of the bedside nightstand. I looked beneath the bed and in the bathroom. There were no potential weapons or means of communication with the outside world. I was on my own.
The door to my cabin opened. I froze. Carmine entered carrying a small brown leather pouch. I had a feeling it contained the needle and drugs. I made a quick decision. There was no way I could overpower him, so I’d have to play along.
“Good evening,” he said.
“Hello,” I said with an affected, zombie-like voice.
He tilted his head to the side. “Sit,” he said.
I sat, as if I was following his command.
“How do you feel tonight?”
“Fine, Carmine. Do you like my dress?”
“Yes. It’s lovely,” he replied, disinterestedly.
I held my breath as he pulled out the needle. He stared at it for a moment then put it back down. He sat down beside me on the bed and lifted my chin, looking in my eyes. He took my wrist in hand and measured my pulse. I knew my heart was beating quickly. I was nervous.
I did my best to act as if I was still drugged. I kept my body loose and relaxed; I stared up at him from half-closed eyes. Carmine frowned. I could tell he was debating whether or not to give me more drugs.
“You’re very sensitive to medication,” he said.
“Yes,” I agreed.
He nodded and closed his leather pouch. I exhaled forcefully. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath. He turned to me with a big smile.
“Your mother wanted me to come collect you. We’re celebrating on deck. Will you join us?”
“Of course,” I said with too much enthusiasm.
“Outstanding.”
He offered me his hand. I took it and let him lead me onto the deck. My mother was dancing barefoot and alone. She spun around with a bottle of champagne in one hand. She wore a plunging, sparkly blush ball gown. Her hair was pinned up in a mess of curls. I have to admit, she looked stunning.
“Gigi,” she giggled, “come dance with me.”
I gritted my teeth and smiled brightly. I would have to play her game until I could come up with a better plan.
I joined her on the middle of the deck. She took my hand and twirled me around like a ballerina. She started to laugh uncontrollably, stumbling and falling into my arms. Up close, her face was flushed and her pupil’s dilated. I recognized that look. She’d been mixing prescription meds with alcohol again. She’d blackout soon enough. Maybe then I could make my escape.
I glanced back at Carmine. He was watching us with a smile on his face. It was disturbing how nice he seemed, considering he had helped my mother kidnap and drug me. Was he one more person she had manipulated and corrupted? Carmine wasn’t stupid. Had he fallen for my mother’s nonsense? I reminded myself that Luke was smart too and he’d almost completely fallen for her act. Intelligence had nothing to do with it.
The music was interrupted by a loud crash. My mother stopped dancing. Her eyes narrowed.
“Carmine, where are the men?”
I assumed she was referring to the deckhands.
“I will get them,” Carmine replied.
“See that they take care of this.”
I had no idea what was going on. Suddenly, two of the deckhands emerged with Luke between them. His lip was bleeding and his eye was swollen. The deckhands looked worst. He’d given them quite the beating, but they’d managed to subdue him.
I broke character and ran to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed him hard. His arms were held behind his back by the men. I wanted to feel them wrapped around me.
“Let him go!” I demanded.
The men ignored me. One of them held a gun. It was pointed at Luke’s back.
“I love you so much,” I said, tears fogged my vision.
Luke’s eyes looked sad. “I’m sorry,” he said softly.
“What?”
“I’m sorry,” he said again, this time loudly. “I’m not here for you Genevieve.”
I stared at him blankly. “I don’t understand.”
He stared past me to Val.
“What?” she said with a snort. “Are you going to pretend like you came here for me?”
“Yes. And I can prove it, if you let me reach in my pocket.”
Val considered him. I thought she’d tell him to drop dead, but he’d piqued her curiosity.
“Let him go, but keep the gun on him,” she said to her henchmen.
The men released him, but kept close by. Luke reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black velvet box. He opened it, revealing a huge, sparkling pink diamond ring. My mouth fell open. It was bigger than the diamond engagement ring my mother had purchased with Luke’s money.
“Val, would you wear my ring?” he asked.
I felt a tear fall down my cheek. Was this for real? It couldn’t be. Val ran to him like a moth to the flame. She snatched the ring out of his hand and put it on her ring finger.
“Oh, Luke! It’s perfect,” she purred.
Carmine crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Hey, you have to get out of here! Get him out of here,” he ordered the deckhands. They took a step forward.
“Wait,” my mother ordered. They paused, hesitant of whose orders to follow. “I’m the one paying your bills,” she said. “You work for me.”
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“This is my yacht!” Carmine protested.
“Not anymore.”
She looked at the deckhand holding the gun and motioned to him with a flick of her wrist.
“What is this?” Carmine yelled. “You can’t just take my boat. How could you do this to me after everything we’ve been through together? I’ve given you everything you could possibly want. I even helped you kidnap your daughter.”
“You’d be nothing without me you pathetic sack of shit,” my mother said with a dismissive wave of her hand.
In spite of her harsh words, her tone was light. Carmine had outlived his usefulness. Now Val was ready to move on.
“Toss him overboard. Shoot him if he opens his mouth again.”
Carmine quickly shut his mouth. The deckhand forced him towards the railing.
“I can’t swim,” he said.
“If you want to live, you’ll figure it out,” my mother replied.
I watched the scene unfold with mute horror. Tears were flowing freely down my face. Luke kept his eyes trained on Val. She was fixated on her new ring. She smiled down at it and wiggled her fingers, so that the diamond caught the light. A prism reflected across her face. Her glassy eyes lit up with excitement.
“I picked it out just for you Val. Can you ever forgive me?” Luke asked.
I took a step back, grabbing the railing behind me. The water below was dark, but I could hear it gently lapping at the side of the yacht. Sinking down to the bottom was more inviting than ever.
“I’ve made so many mistakes,” Luke continued. “But you were right. Eventually, I always see things your way, and now I understand why you did this.”
My mother glanced up from her ring to consider him. Her eyes were half-closed and she swayed a bit on her feet. The Benzo-Champagne combo had left her wasted. If she was sober, she might not have been so eager to accept Luke’s words. It occurred to me later that there was more to my mother than ruthless ambition and greed. There was a part of her that yearned for love and companionship too.
“Why did I do it?” she slurred.
“To be close to me. You want me back. Gigi is just a means to an end. We both know I’m not cut out to be a dad. I don’t want to play house. I want to be with you.”
Val looked at the ring longingly.
“There’s more where that came from,” Luke said. “So what do you say? Will you marry me?”
“Of course!” she squealed.
She jumped at Luke, wrapping her arms around his neck. I watched him embrace her slowly. He gave me a hard look I couldn’t interpret.
Val fell into Luke’s arms so roughly she nearly knocked him to the floor. Suddenly, she jumped back.
“There’s just one thing left to take care of,” she said.
She planted an open-mouthed kiss on his lips, then turned towards me. The sight of them kissing made me lift a foot and put it on the railing. I was a heartbeat away from jumping when my mother turned to Luke and said: “Cast her out to sea.”
“What? She’s pregnant. I would never do anything to hurt her.”
My mother looked displeased with his sudden rebellious turn.
“I don’t want you to kill her, you idiot. I want you to order the men to put her on a life raft. The shore’s not far. She’ll be fine. She’ll wash up on the beach.”
Luke clenched his teeth. The muscle in his jaw twitched. He looked at me with fire and intensity unlike any I’d ever seen in a man.
“Prepare a lifeboat,” Luke ordered.
The men were trying to force Carmine over the edge. He wasn’t making it easy for them. He fought them every inch of the way, hitting and cursing at them in Italian.
The men looked a bit surprised. They were clearly confused by this change in command. First they answered to Carmine, then Val and now this man who’d only minutes before had been their prisoner.
“Do as he says,” my mother ordered.
They stepped away from Carmine and started to pull down a raft that was stowed with ropes to the side of the yacht. Carmine took it as his cue to exit. He took off running into the heart of the ship. My mother frowned at the sight of him.
“Pathetic,” she said. “A real man would have accepted his lot in life and done as I said.”
She took a deep drink from her bottle of Champagne. She stared at her ring with a sweet smile.
“You’re a real man, aren’t you Luke?” she said dreamily.
He didn’t respond.
She brought the ring to her face and examined it closely. Her eyes narrowed.
“Hey!” she yelled at one of the deckhands. “Bring a light over here. I can’t see anything.”
She was slurring her words badly, but the man seemed to understand. He disappeared below deck. A second later, the deck lights turned on. I held up my hand and winced at the sudden brightness.
“For Christ’s sake,” my mother said, rubbing her eyes.
Luke took a step towards me, all the while keeping his eyes on my mother and the boat the men were preparing to launch. I’d rather jump into the cold, dark water than give my mother what she wanted. But for some reason, I couldn’t do it. There was something in Luke’s eyes that kept me planted to the spot.
My mother stumbled to a table and set down her bottle of champagne. A slow, instrumental jazz song started to play.
“Turn off that music,” she said.
No one seemed to be listening. The melancholic music continued. My mother held her new engagement ring up to the light. She swayed on her feet as if the yacht had suddenly entered rocky waters. She pulled the ring off her finger and looked closely.
A deckhand walked past us. Luke grabbed him in a chokehold and pulled the gun from his waistband. At the same moment, my mother shouted: “Fake! It’s a fake!”
She threw the ring into the sea.
The deckhands working on the life boat had finished their work. They turned to watch us. One of the deckhands approached with a gun; my mother grabbed it from him and pulled the trigger. The shot went wild, passing within an inch of Luke’s head.
The deckhand he was fighting pulled him to the deck of the boat. They became tangled together as they threw punches. The deckhand latched onto Luke’s forearm and sank his teeth into him. Luke managed to shake him free by gouging his eye.
My mother raised her weapon. She stumbled back and forth as she tried to find her target. Val closed one eye and bit her lip as she took aim at Luke. Without thinking, I ran for her. The gun went off. The flesh on my upper left arm burned like I’d been touched by a hot iron poker.
I didn’t stop. I managed to knock her to the floor and wrestle the gun away. My mother squirmed out from underneath me and started to run.
“Stop or I’ll shoot!” I yelled.
The deckhands stood a few feet away. I pointed the gun at them and told them not to come any closer. Luke was still in a vicious fight. I pointed the gun into the air and pulled the trigger. It went off with a loud bang. I jumped at the sound. With a final punch, Luke knocked the man unconscious. He staggered to his feet with a bloody face. He licked his lip, tasting the blood. His eyes fell on my arm. He ran to me.
“You’ve been shot,” he said.
I looked down at my arm. The bullet had grazed me, leaving a bloody gash near my shoulder.
“It’s fine,” I said, my voice trembling.
“It’s fine,” my mother said mocking me.
I took a step towards her. Luke put his hand over mine.
“Give me the gun, sweetheart.”
I pointed the gun at my mother.
“After everything you’ve done, you still have the nerve to stand there and mock me?” I said.
She rubbed her face. Her forehead was sweaty and her mascara was smudged beneath her eyes. Her skin looked strange as if it was stretched out. She suddenly looked ugly. All the plastic surgery and injections had taken their toll on her body.
“He was going to marry me,” she said. Her voice was high-pitched; she was
slurring her words badly. “We still can, y’know? Gigi and her baby don’t mean anything. Tell her, Luke.”
Luke shook his head. “It’s over Val. You’re going away for a long time.”
“Going away?”
She laughed hysterically. The sound frightened me. I took a step back, running into Luke. He stepped around me and put his hands over mine again. He was afraid I’d shoot her. I was tempted.
“Give me the gun, Genevieve.”
“Yeah, Gigi, give your new Daddy the gun,” Val said with a smirk. “Let me tell you something about Daddies. They suck the life out of you. You give and you give and they take and take. You may think I’ve been living easy, but this is work Gigi. Hard work. You look at me and see a monster. I wasn’t born this was. Those men turned me into this. Luke’s no better than the others. He’ll turn you into his little Sugar Baby soon enough. You’ll see. In the end, you’re my daughter. You’re destined to be just like me.”
“No. I’ll never be like you.”
My hand trembled. I started to squeeze the trigger.
“Gen, she’s not going anywhere,” Luke said. “We’ll take her back to shore. She’s a mess. We can have her committed or arrested, or both. Whatever you want. This doesn’t need to end in more bloodshed.”
I stared down the barrel of the gun. One squeeze of the trigger- just a little more pressure- and the gun would fire. My problems would be solved forever. I dropped the gun. I couldn’t do it. I’m not a killer. For all her faults, she was my mother. We would always be connected- for better or worse.
“Look at you,” she said, “already obeying your new Daddy like a good little pet.”
“Bring the boat into port,” Luke told the deckhands. They stared at him, unmoving. “Now!” Luke ordered. He raised the gun and pointed it in their direction. They quickly scurried away.
Luke lifted my arm and examined the wound. It didn’t hurt, but it was bleeding heavily.
“Are you okay?” he asked again.
“I’m fine.”
My mother unpinned her hair and let it fall, long and wild. She ran her fingers through it and stared up at the moon. Even after everything we’d been through, I couldn’t help thinking she looked ethereal. Then her eyes fell on me. Her face twisted into a sneer. Her looks changed completely, depending on who she was looking at. It was frightening.
