Archer's Voice
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Archer: I'll be right back. I need to go take a shower.
Me: Lol.
I laughed, but then I paused before typing.
Me: Thank you, I needed that. I'm a little nervous about today.
Archer: You're going to be fine. I promise, it's going to be fine. You can do this.
I smiled.
Me: Do you think you would do me a favor? If I call you right before I go into the police station, and put the phone in my pocket, will you just… be with me?
Archer: Yes, yes. Of course I will. And I promise not to say anything.
I laughed.
Me: Funny. Ilu, Archer.
Archer: Ilu, Bree.
**********
I sat in the police station and looked at the pictures in front of me as the detective sat across the table, his hands folded, watching me closely.
My eyes zeroed in on the face I'd never forget. Lay down, I heard him command in my mind. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling Archer on the line against my body, feeling his very being as if he was right there, holding me close, whispering in my ear, You can do this, you're brave, you can do this. And as I sat there, Archer's voice was stronger, louder. His voice was all I heard.
"This one," I said, pointing my finger at the man on the page in front of me. I didn't even shake.
"You're sure?" the detective asked.
"One hundred and ten percent sure," I said steadily. "That's the man who killed my father."
The detective nodded and took the pictures away. "Thank you, Ms. Prescott."
"Are you going to bring him in now?"
"Yes. We'll notify you as soon as we do."
I nodded. "Thank you so much, Detective. Thank you."
Twenty minutes later after completing some paperwork, I was walking down the police station steps. I took my phone out of my pocket and said into the open line, "Did you hear all that? I picked him out, Archer! I didn't even hesitate. I saw him in the picture in front of me and I knew it was him the instant I looked at him. Oh my God, I'm shaking like a leaf now." I laughed softly. "Thank you for being there. You made all the difference. I'm going to hang up now so you can text me. God, I love you. Thank you."
A second later my phone dinged.
Archer: You did good, Bree. So, so good. This is really hard. I want to hold you right now.
Me: I know, I know, Archer. I want that too. Whew. Deep breath. Oh God, the tears are coming now. But I'm happy. I can't believe this. My dad's going to get justice.
Archer: I’m so happy about that.
Me: Oh God, me too. What are you doing right now? I need to talk about something else while I calm down.
Archer: I just started a run.
I laughed and sniffled.
Me: You're on a run and texting at the same time???
Archer: I've gotten good at texting.
Me: No kidding, overachiever. Why am I not surprised?
Archer: You shouldn't be. Technology loves me.
I laughed, and then cried a little more, emotion overcoming me.
Me: Thank you for being with me. It made all the difference. You made me brave.
Archer: No, you were brave long before you met me. What's on your calm list?
I took a deep breath, thinking of the things that calmed me, soothed me, comforted my heart.
Me: The sound of the lake hitting the shore, a cup of hot tea, you. What’s on your calm list?
Archer: Flannel sheets, looking up at the stars, you.
Me: Hey, Natalie's pulling up at the curb. We're going to my dad's house to pack up a few more things. I'll text you later. Thank you, thank you. Ilu.
Archer: Ilu2.
**********
Me: Guess what? I'm back on the road.
Archer: What? How?
Me: I miss you. I need to come home.
Archer: Is this your home, Bree?
Me: Yes, Archer, my home is where you are.
Archer: Did you sleep this morning? You shouldn’t drive when you're tired.
Me: I'll be okay. I'll make lots of coffee stops.
Archer: Drive safely. Drive carefully. Come back to me, Bree. I miss you so much it feels like a part of myself is missing.
Me: Me too, Archer. My Archer. I'm coming back to you. I'll be there soon. I love you.
Archer: I love you, too. Always.
**********
Archer: Don't text me while you're driving, but next time you stop, let me know where you are.
**********
Archer: Bree? It's been a couple hours and I haven't heard from you…
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Archer: Bree? You're scaring me. Please be okay.
**********
Archer: Bree… please… I'm losing my mind. Please text me. Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay.
CHAPTER 27
Archer – Seven Years Old, May
"Archer!" my mama called, her voice sounding just a little bit scared. "Baby, where are you?"
I was sitting under the dining room table, the heavy tablecloth hiding me as I kneeled on the floor with my action figures.
I hesitated, but when my mama called me again, sounding more worried this time, I crawled out from under the table and went to her. I didn't like to hear my mama scared, but I also knew something was going on and I was scared too.
My mama had been whispering into the phone all morning and for the last half hour, she'd been upstairs stuffing clothes and other things into suitcases.
That's when I'd hidden under the table and waited to see what would happen next.
I knew that whatever was going on was happening because my daddy had come home last night, again smelling like some other lady's perfume and had slapped my mama in the face when she said his dinner was already cold.
I had a feeling my mama had finally had enough. And if I had to guess about who she was on the phone with, I'd say it was Uncle Connor.
My mama turned the corner into the dining room just as I was crawling out from beneath the table and let out a loud breath. "Archer, sweetheart," she said, putting her hands on my cheeks and bending down so that her eyes were right in front of mine. "You worried me."
"Sorry, mama."
Her face got soft and she smiled at me and moved the hair back from my forehead. "It's okay, but I need you to do something for me and it's really important. Do you think you can listen and do as I say and not ask questions right now?"
I nodded.
"Okay, that's good." She smiled, but then it disappeared and the worried look came back into her eyes again. "We're going to go away, Archer–me, you, and your… uncle Connor. I know that's probably confusing to you right now, and I'm sure you have questions about your daddy, but–"
"I want to go," I said, standing up taller. "I don't want to live with him anymore."
My mama just looked at my face for a couple seconds, her lips pressed together. She breathed out and ran her hand over my hair again. Tears came into her eyes. "I haven't been a good mama," she said and shook her head back and forth.
"You are a good mama!" I said. "You're the best mama in the world. But I want to live with Uncle Connor. I don't want my daddy to hit you anymore or make you cry."
She sniffled and wiped a tear from her cheek and then nodded her head at me. "We're going to be happy, Archer, do you hear me? You and me, we're going to be happy."
"Okay," I said, keeping my eyes on her pretty face.
"Okay," she said, finally smiling.
That's when our front door opened and Uncle Connor walked quickly inside. His face looked tight.
"You ready?" he asked, looking at my mama.
She nodded. "The suitcases are right there," she tilted her head toward the four pieces of luggage sitting at the bottom of the stairs.
"You okay?" Uncle Connor asked, his eyes moving over my mama as if he was looking to make sure she was all there.
"I will be. Take us away from here," she whispered.
Uncle Connor's face looked like someone was hurting him for a couple seconds, but then he smiled and looked at me. "Ready, sport?"
I nodded and followed him and my mama out the front door. They both looked around as Uncle Connor put our suitcases into the trunk of the car. There wasn't anyone outside though and when they both got in the car, they seemed relieved.
As we drove away, heading out of Pelion, I watched as Uncle Connor grabbed my mama's hand in the front seat and she turned toward him, letting out a breath and smiling a small smile.
"Me, you, and our boy," Uncle Connor said softly. "Just us."
"Just us," my mama whispered, that same soft look moving across her face.
My mama looked back at me, and paused for a second before saying, "I packed your Legos and some of your books, baby." She smiled and leaned the side of her head on the head rest, still looking at me. Her shoulders seemed to be dropping lower by the mile.
I just nodded. I didn't ask where we were going. I didn't care. As long as it was away from here, anywhere was fine.
Uncle Connor looked over at my mama. "Put your seatbelt on, Lys."
My mama smiled. "This is the first time in years I feel like I’m not strapped down against my will," she said and laughed softly. "But okay, safety first." She tilted her head and winked at him, and I grinned. This was the mama I loved seeing–when her eyes would shine, and she'd get that sweet, joking tone in her voice and say something that would make you laugh at yourself, but in a good way, a way that felt warm and nice.
My mama reached for her belt, and all of a sudden there was a large jolt and our car swerved crazily. My mama screamed and Uncle Connor yelled, "Oh shit!" as he tried to keep us on the road.
Our car spun all over and then all I heard was the scream of metal on metal, glass shattering, and my own screams as our car flipped for what seemed like hours, finally coming to a stop with a loud creaking sound.
The terror hit me hard and that's when I started to cry, squeaking out, "Help! Help me!"
I heard a loud groan from the front, and then Uncle Connor was saying my name, telling me it would be okay as I heard him moving himself out of his seatbelt and then kicking the door open. I couldn't open my eyes. It seemed like they were glued shut.
I heard the back door being pulled open, and then Uncle Connor's warm hand was on my arm. "It's going to be okay, Archer. I got your belt undone. Crawl toward me. You can do it."
I finally made myself open my eyes and look up into my uncle's face, his hand reaching toward me. I grasped his arm and he pulled me out into the warm, spring sunshine.
My uncle Connor was talking again, and his voice sounded funny. "Archer, I need you to come with me, but I need you to turn your back when I tell you to, okay?"
"Okay." Terror and confusion made me cry more.
Uncle Connor took my hand and walked down the deserted highway with me just a little bit behind him. He kept looking backwards at the car we'd gotten into a wreck with, but when I glanced back once very quickly, it didn't look like anyone was climbing out of that one. Were they dead? What had happened?
"Turn your back, Archer, and stay here, son," Uncle Connor said, and his voice sounded like he was choking.
I did as he said, letting my head fall back so that I was looking up at the clear, blue sky. How was it that anything bad could happen under a sky that clear, that cloudless and blue?
I heard a strange wailing yell behind me and I turned around, even though I knew it wasn't following directions. I couldn't help it.
My uncle Connor was on his knees on the side of the road, his head thrown back, sobbing up at the sky. My mama's limp body was in his arms.
I leaned over and threw up into the grass. I stood up a couple minutes later, sucking in air and tripping backwards over my own feet.
That's when I saw him, coming toward us. My daddy. With a gun in his hand. A look of pure hate on his face, and zigzagging. He was drunk. I tried to feel fear, but I didn't see that there was anything more he could do now. I felt numb as I moved toward my uncle Connor.
Uncle Connor lay my mama's body back down gently on the side of the road and stood up, seeing my daddy now too. Uncle Connor moved toward me and pushed me behind his own body.
"Stay back, Marcus!" he yelled.
My daddy stopped a couple feet away from us and glared at us, weaving, his eyes bloodshot. He looked like a monster. He was a monster. He waved the gun around crazily and Uncle Connor grabbed me tightly, making sure I was right behind him.
"Put the f**king gun down, Marcus," Uncle Connor spit out. "Haven't you done enough here today? Alyssa… " He let out a noise that sounded like a hurt animal and I felt his knees give out just a little before he pulled himself back up.
"You think you're just going to ride out of town with my family?" the monster spit out.
"They were never your family, you sick sonofabitch. Alyssa… " He made that same choking sound again, and didn't finish that thought. "And Archer's my son. He's my boy. You know that as well as I do."
I felt a feeling like someone punched me in my belly and squeaked out a small sound as Connor's hands held me tightly again. I was his son? I tried to understand, tried to make sense of that. I wasn't related to the monster? I wasn't any part of him? I was Connor's son. Connor was my daddy. And my daddy was one of the good guys.
I peeked out at the monster as he looked at us. "Alyssa always was a slut. I don't doubt it. And the boy does look just like you, can't deny that." All his words ran together, just like they always did when he had been out drinking.
Connor's fists balled by his side and as I peeked up at him, I saw that his jaw wasn't moving as he talked. "Our mama could see you now, she'd cry her eyes out at the sick piece of shit you grew up to be."
Me: Lol.
I laughed, but then I paused before typing.
Me: Thank you, I needed that. I'm a little nervous about today.
Archer: You're going to be fine. I promise, it's going to be fine. You can do this.
I smiled.
Me: Do you think you would do me a favor? If I call you right before I go into the police station, and put the phone in my pocket, will you just… be with me?
Archer: Yes, yes. Of course I will. And I promise not to say anything.
I laughed.
Me: Funny. Ilu, Archer.
Archer: Ilu, Bree.
**********
I sat in the police station and looked at the pictures in front of me as the detective sat across the table, his hands folded, watching me closely.
My eyes zeroed in on the face I'd never forget. Lay down, I heard him command in my mind. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling Archer on the line against my body, feeling his very being as if he was right there, holding me close, whispering in my ear, You can do this, you're brave, you can do this. And as I sat there, Archer's voice was stronger, louder. His voice was all I heard.
"This one," I said, pointing my finger at the man on the page in front of me. I didn't even shake.
"You're sure?" the detective asked.
"One hundred and ten percent sure," I said steadily. "That's the man who killed my father."
The detective nodded and took the pictures away. "Thank you, Ms. Prescott."
"Are you going to bring him in now?"
"Yes. We'll notify you as soon as we do."
I nodded. "Thank you so much, Detective. Thank you."
Twenty minutes later after completing some paperwork, I was walking down the police station steps. I took my phone out of my pocket and said into the open line, "Did you hear all that? I picked him out, Archer! I didn't even hesitate. I saw him in the picture in front of me and I knew it was him the instant I looked at him. Oh my God, I'm shaking like a leaf now." I laughed softly. "Thank you for being there. You made all the difference. I'm going to hang up now so you can text me. God, I love you. Thank you."
A second later my phone dinged.
Archer: You did good, Bree. So, so good. This is really hard. I want to hold you right now.
Me: I know, I know, Archer. I want that too. Whew. Deep breath. Oh God, the tears are coming now. But I'm happy. I can't believe this. My dad's going to get justice.
Archer: I’m so happy about that.
Me: Oh God, me too. What are you doing right now? I need to talk about something else while I calm down.
Archer: I just started a run.
I laughed and sniffled.
Me: You're on a run and texting at the same time???
Archer: I've gotten good at texting.
Me: No kidding, overachiever. Why am I not surprised?
Archer: You shouldn't be. Technology loves me.
I laughed, and then cried a little more, emotion overcoming me.
Me: Thank you for being with me. It made all the difference. You made me brave.
Archer: No, you were brave long before you met me. What's on your calm list?
I took a deep breath, thinking of the things that calmed me, soothed me, comforted my heart.
Me: The sound of the lake hitting the shore, a cup of hot tea, you. What’s on your calm list?
Archer: Flannel sheets, looking up at the stars, you.
Me: Hey, Natalie's pulling up at the curb. We're going to my dad's house to pack up a few more things. I'll text you later. Thank you, thank you. Ilu.
Archer: Ilu2.
**********
Me: Guess what? I'm back on the road.
Archer: What? How?
Me: I miss you. I need to come home.
Archer: Is this your home, Bree?
Me: Yes, Archer, my home is where you are.
Archer: Did you sleep this morning? You shouldn’t drive when you're tired.
Me: I'll be okay. I'll make lots of coffee stops.
Archer: Drive safely. Drive carefully. Come back to me, Bree. I miss you so much it feels like a part of myself is missing.
Me: Me too, Archer. My Archer. I'm coming back to you. I'll be there soon. I love you.
Archer: I love you, too. Always.
**********
Archer: Don't text me while you're driving, but next time you stop, let me know where you are.
**********
Archer: Bree? It's been a couple hours and I haven't heard from you…
**********
Archer: Bree? You're scaring me. Please be okay.
**********
Archer: Bree… please… I'm losing my mind. Please text me. Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay.
CHAPTER 27
Archer – Seven Years Old, May
"Archer!" my mama called, her voice sounding just a little bit scared. "Baby, where are you?"
I was sitting under the dining room table, the heavy tablecloth hiding me as I kneeled on the floor with my action figures.
I hesitated, but when my mama called me again, sounding more worried this time, I crawled out from under the table and went to her. I didn't like to hear my mama scared, but I also knew something was going on and I was scared too.
My mama had been whispering into the phone all morning and for the last half hour, she'd been upstairs stuffing clothes and other things into suitcases.
That's when I'd hidden under the table and waited to see what would happen next.
I knew that whatever was going on was happening because my daddy had come home last night, again smelling like some other lady's perfume and had slapped my mama in the face when she said his dinner was already cold.
I had a feeling my mama had finally had enough. And if I had to guess about who she was on the phone with, I'd say it was Uncle Connor.
My mama turned the corner into the dining room just as I was crawling out from beneath the table and let out a loud breath. "Archer, sweetheart," she said, putting her hands on my cheeks and bending down so that her eyes were right in front of mine. "You worried me."
"Sorry, mama."
Her face got soft and she smiled at me and moved the hair back from my forehead. "It's okay, but I need you to do something for me and it's really important. Do you think you can listen and do as I say and not ask questions right now?"
I nodded.
"Okay, that's good." She smiled, but then it disappeared and the worried look came back into her eyes again. "We're going to go away, Archer–me, you, and your… uncle Connor. I know that's probably confusing to you right now, and I'm sure you have questions about your daddy, but–"
"I want to go," I said, standing up taller. "I don't want to live with him anymore."
My mama just looked at my face for a couple seconds, her lips pressed together. She breathed out and ran her hand over my hair again. Tears came into her eyes. "I haven't been a good mama," she said and shook her head back and forth.
"You are a good mama!" I said. "You're the best mama in the world. But I want to live with Uncle Connor. I don't want my daddy to hit you anymore or make you cry."
She sniffled and wiped a tear from her cheek and then nodded her head at me. "We're going to be happy, Archer, do you hear me? You and me, we're going to be happy."
"Okay," I said, keeping my eyes on her pretty face.
"Okay," she said, finally smiling.
That's when our front door opened and Uncle Connor walked quickly inside. His face looked tight.
"You ready?" he asked, looking at my mama.
She nodded. "The suitcases are right there," she tilted her head toward the four pieces of luggage sitting at the bottom of the stairs.
"You okay?" Uncle Connor asked, his eyes moving over my mama as if he was looking to make sure she was all there.
"I will be. Take us away from here," she whispered.
Uncle Connor's face looked like someone was hurting him for a couple seconds, but then he smiled and looked at me. "Ready, sport?"
I nodded and followed him and my mama out the front door. They both looked around as Uncle Connor put our suitcases into the trunk of the car. There wasn't anyone outside though and when they both got in the car, they seemed relieved.
As we drove away, heading out of Pelion, I watched as Uncle Connor grabbed my mama's hand in the front seat and she turned toward him, letting out a breath and smiling a small smile.
"Me, you, and our boy," Uncle Connor said softly. "Just us."
"Just us," my mama whispered, that same soft look moving across her face.
My mama looked back at me, and paused for a second before saying, "I packed your Legos and some of your books, baby." She smiled and leaned the side of her head on the head rest, still looking at me. Her shoulders seemed to be dropping lower by the mile.
I just nodded. I didn't ask where we were going. I didn't care. As long as it was away from here, anywhere was fine.
Uncle Connor looked over at my mama. "Put your seatbelt on, Lys."
My mama smiled. "This is the first time in years I feel like I’m not strapped down against my will," she said and laughed softly. "But okay, safety first." She tilted her head and winked at him, and I grinned. This was the mama I loved seeing–when her eyes would shine, and she'd get that sweet, joking tone in her voice and say something that would make you laugh at yourself, but in a good way, a way that felt warm and nice.
My mama reached for her belt, and all of a sudden there was a large jolt and our car swerved crazily. My mama screamed and Uncle Connor yelled, "Oh shit!" as he tried to keep us on the road.
Our car spun all over and then all I heard was the scream of metal on metal, glass shattering, and my own screams as our car flipped for what seemed like hours, finally coming to a stop with a loud creaking sound.
The terror hit me hard and that's when I started to cry, squeaking out, "Help! Help me!"
I heard a loud groan from the front, and then Uncle Connor was saying my name, telling me it would be okay as I heard him moving himself out of his seatbelt and then kicking the door open. I couldn't open my eyes. It seemed like they were glued shut.
I heard the back door being pulled open, and then Uncle Connor's warm hand was on my arm. "It's going to be okay, Archer. I got your belt undone. Crawl toward me. You can do it."
I finally made myself open my eyes and look up into my uncle's face, his hand reaching toward me. I grasped his arm and he pulled me out into the warm, spring sunshine.
My uncle Connor was talking again, and his voice sounded funny. "Archer, I need you to come with me, but I need you to turn your back when I tell you to, okay?"
"Okay." Terror and confusion made me cry more.
Uncle Connor took my hand and walked down the deserted highway with me just a little bit behind him. He kept looking backwards at the car we'd gotten into a wreck with, but when I glanced back once very quickly, it didn't look like anyone was climbing out of that one. Were they dead? What had happened?
"Turn your back, Archer, and stay here, son," Uncle Connor said, and his voice sounded like he was choking.
I did as he said, letting my head fall back so that I was looking up at the clear, blue sky. How was it that anything bad could happen under a sky that clear, that cloudless and blue?
I heard a strange wailing yell behind me and I turned around, even though I knew it wasn't following directions. I couldn't help it.
My uncle Connor was on his knees on the side of the road, his head thrown back, sobbing up at the sky. My mama's limp body was in his arms.
I leaned over and threw up into the grass. I stood up a couple minutes later, sucking in air and tripping backwards over my own feet.
That's when I saw him, coming toward us. My daddy. With a gun in his hand. A look of pure hate on his face, and zigzagging. He was drunk. I tried to feel fear, but I didn't see that there was anything more he could do now. I felt numb as I moved toward my uncle Connor.
Uncle Connor lay my mama's body back down gently on the side of the road and stood up, seeing my daddy now too. Uncle Connor moved toward me and pushed me behind his own body.
"Stay back, Marcus!" he yelled.
My daddy stopped a couple feet away from us and glared at us, weaving, his eyes bloodshot. He looked like a monster. He was a monster. He waved the gun around crazily and Uncle Connor grabbed me tightly, making sure I was right behind him.
"Put the f**king gun down, Marcus," Uncle Connor spit out. "Haven't you done enough here today? Alyssa… " He let out a noise that sounded like a hurt animal and I felt his knees give out just a little before he pulled himself back up.
"You think you're just going to ride out of town with my family?" the monster spit out.
"They were never your family, you sick sonofabitch. Alyssa… " He made that same choking sound again, and didn't finish that thought. "And Archer's my son. He's my boy. You know that as well as I do."
I felt a feeling like someone punched me in my belly and squeaked out a small sound as Connor's hands held me tightly again. I was his son? I tried to understand, tried to make sense of that. I wasn't related to the monster? I wasn't any part of him? I was Connor's son. Connor was my daddy. And my daddy was one of the good guys.
I peeked out at the monster as he looked at us. "Alyssa always was a slut. I don't doubt it. And the boy does look just like you, can't deny that." All his words ran together, just like they always did when he had been out drinking.
Connor's fists balled by his side and as I peeked up at him, I saw that his jaw wasn't moving as he talked. "Our mama could see you now, she'd cry her eyes out at the sick piece of shit you grew up to be."
