My head kept spinning back to the same thing. The nice cushy life I used to have was over and I had no one to blame but myself.
I listened at the door when dad came in later that evening. “How is she?” I heard the meeting of lips that I’ve listened to since I was old enough to remember, and then mom’s voice.
“She hasn’t been out of her room since she came home. I was just about to go check on her.”
“I’ll do that when I go up.”
I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and made sure the door was locked before rushing back to the bed. I didn’t have to pretend to be sick when he knocked; my voice was raw from crying.
“Daddy, is that you?”
“Yes princess open the door.” He did that two finger tapping thing he always does when he’s trying to get me and mom to get a move on and I bit my hand as fresh tears started. Oh daddy!
“I don’t want you to get sick daddy, I’ll come down later I’m still a little tired.” He didn’t leave right away but soon I heard his footsteps moving away down the hall to his room.
I can’t do this; I can’t face anyone. I know it’s only a matter of time before the whole town knows, including my parents, but none of that mattered. Not as much as what losing Brandon has done to me.
Mom, why are you screaming? “Justin!” Oh dear, what had daddy done now? Wait, that didn’t sound like her I’m annoyed voice, there was something…
“Lorrie? KRISTI…” I felt arms come around me and then there was movement.
What’s going on? I felt cold air touch my face and skin and then I was being lowered. Mom, I’d know that scent anywhere. But why was she holding me like a baby? “Hurry Justin, please hurry.”
I felt something wet hit my cheek and it took me a minute to place the sounds that echoed in my ear through mom’s chest. Mom, why are you crying? I tried to say the words out loud but my tongue felt heavy.
There was a burning pain around my neck and my throat was on fire. I tried sitting up or at least I think I did, but I hadn’t moved because my body felt like it was laden down with lead.
I could hear the rush of the car’s wheels as they rolled along the asphalt and the wild beating of my mother’s heart. Why was I in the car? Where we were going?
There were tears on my cheeks, but somehow I knew these were mine. I started to panic when I heard the official sounding voices around us once the door opened.
Then there was more rushing and some kind of light was hurting my eyes even though they were closed. I was jostled as hands moved me from one place to the next and I felt the softness of a bed beneath me.