Anne Brown - Deep Betrayal

Death finds us all. Yet I was impatient and had gone looking for it; now there was no going back. My toes curled over the edge of the rock. I welcomed the feeling. Hard and cold. Wet and rough. The wind whipped my dress around my legs, sucking it close to my body, then ripping it away like a flag unfurleda white flagbecause this was my surrender.

Somewhere out there in the black water, she was watching. If she doubted me now, she wouldnt for long. This was nothing. One small step. Nothing. The fall would be over before I could be afraid. I didnt look down. Id made this fall before. I couldnt let the rocks deter me. And if I saw her

No, I couldnt think about that. I could do this if I didnt see my fate lashing at the water, cursing in my ear. If I could take this small step, I could save my dad, and with him, my whole family. If I could only be brave enough. Just enough.

My stomach turned, and I rocked back on my heels. I hoped Calder wouldnt see. The mermaid said he was far away. She said he wouldnt save me, even if he could. I hoped she was right.

A wave crashed against the rocks, sending a fine mist into the air. It settled on my cheeks and lips. The air had never smelled cleaner. The sky had never been so clear. I had never felt so huge. I was enormous. A giant. My mind buzzed over the roar of waves, the scream of gulls, the whisper of the trees.

No coward soul have I. No coward soul have I. No coward soul

One small step. My toes dug into the rocky precipice, feeling its pockmarked surface. The shiny lacquer of my toenails reflected a bird overhead. We made eye contactthe bird and Ihe with a questioning expression, raising a feathered eyebrow.

One small step. Tensing, I leaned forward.

One small step. I closed my eyes and inhaled the perfumed air.

One small step.

And I was falling.

A rush

of adrenaline

surged from

my stomach

to my heart.

The memory of the mermaid dissolved as I woke up and my eyes adjusted to the light, making out the white wicker bed and the floral wallpaper. A matching duvet lay in a twisted jumble on the floor. A silver-filigreed clock read 8:32 p.m. None of this stuff was mine.

Well, that wasnt entirely true. The paper chain Id made hung from the corner of the bedpost. Somehow, in my fitful sleep, Id managed to get tangled in its length. I unwrapped the chain from around my neck and dropped its loose end to the floor. As of this morning, it had thirty links: one marking every day since my exile from Lake Superior and my parentally enforced separation from Calder White.

Thirty links, thirty days since Id heard from him. No calls. No texts. Where the heck is he?

Counting had become something of an obsession with me lately. As in, fifty-two days since Dad had dragged me away from Minneapolis, from my school, from all my friends, to go live in a falling-down house on the shores of Lake Superior. Fifty days since Id been rescued by what I naively believed to be a freshwater dolphin. Thirty-three days since my pathetic attempt at martyrdom had resulted in Tallulahs death and revealed a family secret that I still could not fathom (and that sent me into a cold sweat every time I tried). And now thirty days, two hours, and seventeen minutes of exile.

I flopped back on the bed and threw a pillow over my face, muttering into it. Damn you, Calder White.

Id make him eat this paper chain next time I saw him. When hed swum away, hed promised to come back for me. Wherever I was. So what was taking so long? How hard could it be to pick up a phone? Had he found a new girlfriend? Was he dead? In my darkest moments I thought, He better be dead. That would be the only acceptable explanation for his silence. But I didnt really mean it, and I quickly traced the sign of the cross over my chest.

The bedroom door knob rattled, and my best friend, Jules Badzin, swished in with a twirl, wearing a royal-blue graduation cap over her flat-ironed black hair. She carried another cap in her teeth and two gowns on hangers.

I really should have been excited. The only good thing about being forced away from Lake Superior was getting to graduate with my class. Juless parents had been generous enough to let me crash at their house, but I had to fake every ounce of enthusiasm. And faking it was exhausting.

Oh! Jules said. Were you going to bed already? Its not even nine yet.

No, Im good. Im up. I picked off the strands of hair that were stuck to my sweaty face.

Jules hung my cap and gown from the top of the closet door. Wed been friends since kindergarten. I could tell her anything. Well, almost anything.

She flipped her hair to one side and wriggled out of her jeans. Ive got to start buying pants a size bigger. I swear these are giving me a rash.

Thanks for sharing, I said. My phone vibrated on the bedside table. It was a text from an unknown number. It was the seventh time that day. The first time it happened, I thought, This is it! Calder probably got a new phone, right? That would make sense. Now that he had his freedom, he wouldnt want his sister Maris to know how to reach him. But when I clicked on it, there was no messageonly a link to a website, just some hacker sending me a virus. Now it was just plain annoying.

Figure-flattering, Jules said, trying on her graduation gown. Were going to look like saggy blueberries. Remember that Willy Wonka girl after she goes through the juicer? I wonder what theyd look like belted?

Stupid, I said, sliding my phone open and closed, open and closed.

Geez, Lily, whats got your undies in a bunch? She laughed. Everyone was always laughing these days. Or maybe they always had been. Had I ever laughed so easily? Nothing seemed funny anymore. I gathered my strength and forced a smile.

Jules rolled her eyes and muttered, Nice try, while she scrounged through my closet.

Sorry. Just tired, I said. Are you looking for something in particular?

Jules bypassed a paisley blouse, a chenille poncho, and a 1970s denim jumpsuit (my latest thrift-store purchase). She tossed a belt and a tuxedo cummerbund onto the bed and wrapped a skinny necktie around her waist.

Youve been grumpy for weeks, Lil, and you always say its nothing. Its something, all right. Its that guy again, isnt it? She checked herself out in the full-length mirror. Want me to get the frozen yogurt?

That guy. Dark curly hair, hypnotic green eyes, voice like liquid, each word pouring into the next like water tumbling over rocks when he got excited. Calder White. The most amazingly beautiful boy whod ever tried to kill my father.

It wasnt funny. Not at all. But I couldnt help smiling when I thought of how far wed come. Id told Jules plenty about him: how wed worked together at the Blue Moon Caf and how hed taught me to use the cappuccino maker and steam milk to a perfect foam; how hed rescued me from a near drowning and later given me a personal tour of the shipwrecks and natural wonders of the Apostle Islands. Of course, Id never mentioned the most amazing part: that the tours had been underwater, with his perfect lips pressed to mine.

Jules walked gingerly across the floor to the bed. A semesters worth of white loose-leaf paper littered the guestroom floor. Now that my last final was behind me, I planned to toss it all, but I was enjoying the look of the room, kinda snow-covered.