Until We Fly
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I ring the bell again, then again.
The sound is eerie and haunting and if I concentrate hard enough, I can almost envision my little sister standing on the beach, waving at me.
I smile at the thought, at the memory of Allison. Through all of my father’s beatings, at least he could never take that away. I loved my sister, and she loved me, and it wasn’t my fault that she died.
Ring the bell, Brand.
I ring it one more time, hard and fast.
Consider it rung, ass**le.
Nora reaches me now and flings herself at me, and we both cling to the buoy. She’s wet and excited and wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me hard.
“You did it!” she cries out. “You did it.”
I know there was never a question. I was going to do it. I’m no pu**y.
But I kiss her back and don’t say a word.
“Let’s go back to shore,” I finally tell her when we break for air. “I hate this f**king buoy.”
She laughs and we swim for shore. I chase her and grab her foot, she laughs and twists in the water. It’s as if I’m free now. Free from the constraining hate, free from the bitterness, free from all of it.
But then we reach the shore and reality awaits.
Todd waits.
My mother waits.
She’s come out of the house now and stands disapprovingly on the shore with the attorney, watching Nora and I frolic in the water.
“I’m glad you’re taking this so seriously,” she says icily, looking down her nose at us.
Nora’s head snaps back and before I can stop her, she stalks over to my mother and stares down at her.
“You have no right,” Nora snaps, each word a pellet of ice. “You have no right to even be here. You have no right to hate Brand. You have no right to him at all. You don’t have the right. You forfeited any rights to him years ago. If he gives you anything at all, it will be a miracle, because you don’t deserve it.”
I grab her elbow and pull her away. “Come on,” I tell her firmly. “She’s not worth it.”
“Does your girlfriend know that you killed your sister?” my mother calls from behind us. The words stab me in the back and I stop, frozen in place, before I turn.
“She knows everything.”
With that, I start to walk away again, but my mother just can’t help herself. She has to keep prodding.
“Everything?”
The meaning of that one word is clear. Crystal f**king clear.
Everything. By everything, she of course means that my entire life is a lie. Everything I am, everything I’ve become… is a lie. In her eyes, anyway. Because she believes me to be a monster.
I’m frozen.
Completely still.
And Bethany Killian is as foreign to me as a stranger. She laughs.
“I didn’t think so.”
She spins on her heel and starts to walk back into the house, and anger wells up in me, red and hot, a fury that I haven’t felt in years. It’s so fierce that it clouds my vision, it’s everything I have bottled up inside of me….all the anger that I’ve been carrying with me for so many years.
It explodes within me like a volcano.
“Mom?” The word is as foreign to me as she is.
She stops, and turns halfway around. She doesn’t answer, but she looks at me.
“Go pack a bag. You have five minutes.”
Now she speaks. “What?”
“You heard me. Go pack a bag.”
She takes a step. “I don’t understand.”
“You don’t have to. Go. Pack. A. Bag. Take anything you want from the house. It will be the last time you’re inside.”
My mother looks at me uncertainly, and for the first time, I see a real emotion on her face. Fear.
She’s afraid to believe that I’m serious.
“You’re not kicking me out of my own house,” she says hesitantly, her eyes searching mine. “You wouldn’t.”
I have to fight a sneer. “I wouldn’t? Why wouldn’t I? What exactly have you brought me in life except for pain? Tell me that. Tell me one good thing you’ve ever done for me, and I’ll let you stay.”
My mother stares at me, looks away at the lake, lifts her chin and stares back at me.
“I brought you into this world.”
I shake my head. “Wrong answer. You brought me into the world, true. But I didn’t ask for that. And once I was born, you didn’t do a thing for me. It was bad before Allison died, but after that, it was unbearable. Not only did you allow my father to beat the shit out of me every time he came home drunk from the bar, but you tried to make a helpless kid believe that he killed his sister. You’re the f**king monster, not me.”
My mother’s eyes turn icy and she glares at me. “You did kill your sister. You heard her, Brand. I know you heard her and you let her walk into the lake. You could’ve stopped her, but you didn’t.”
An eerie calmness descends upon me and for once, I don’t feel rage as I look upon my mother.
“I was six years old. I was upstairs asleep. I realize that when bad things happen, people blame someone when they’re grieving. It’s human nature. But to focus your grief and your rage on a six-year old kid… that was unforgivable.”
My mother’s eyes water and she looks away.
“My daughter died, Brand. You could’ve saved her… if only you’d listened for her. You were supposed to watch out for her. She was your little sister.”
Her voice dwindles off and she wipes at her eyes. Nothing in me softens at her show of sadness.
“I was six years old,” I reply. “You were supposed to watch out for her. Dad forgot to lock the door, not me. All of these years, if you had to have someone to blame, you should’ve blamed him. If you really are too small of a person to realize that sometimes accidents happen. Bad things happen. And sometimes there’s simply no one to blame. You’re a small, small person.”
“My daughter died,” she whimpers.
“Your daughter did die,” I tell her coldly. “But you didn’t have to lose both your children that night. That was a decision that you made. You’re paying for that decision now. Go inside and get your things.”
The sound is eerie and haunting and if I concentrate hard enough, I can almost envision my little sister standing on the beach, waving at me.
I smile at the thought, at the memory of Allison. Through all of my father’s beatings, at least he could never take that away. I loved my sister, and she loved me, and it wasn’t my fault that she died.
Ring the bell, Brand.
I ring it one more time, hard and fast.
Consider it rung, ass**le.
Nora reaches me now and flings herself at me, and we both cling to the buoy. She’s wet and excited and wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me hard.
“You did it!” she cries out. “You did it.”
I know there was never a question. I was going to do it. I’m no pu**y.
But I kiss her back and don’t say a word.
“Let’s go back to shore,” I finally tell her when we break for air. “I hate this f**king buoy.”
She laughs and we swim for shore. I chase her and grab her foot, she laughs and twists in the water. It’s as if I’m free now. Free from the constraining hate, free from the bitterness, free from all of it.
But then we reach the shore and reality awaits.
Todd waits.
My mother waits.
She’s come out of the house now and stands disapprovingly on the shore with the attorney, watching Nora and I frolic in the water.
“I’m glad you’re taking this so seriously,” she says icily, looking down her nose at us.
Nora’s head snaps back and before I can stop her, she stalks over to my mother and stares down at her.
“You have no right,” Nora snaps, each word a pellet of ice. “You have no right to even be here. You have no right to hate Brand. You have no right to him at all. You don’t have the right. You forfeited any rights to him years ago. If he gives you anything at all, it will be a miracle, because you don’t deserve it.”
I grab her elbow and pull her away. “Come on,” I tell her firmly. “She’s not worth it.”
“Does your girlfriend know that you killed your sister?” my mother calls from behind us. The words stab me in the back and I stop, frozen in place, before I turn.
“She knows everything.”
With that, I start to walk away again, but my mother just can’t help herself. She has to keep prodding.
“Everything?”
The meaning of that one word is clear. Crystal f**king clear.
Everything. By everything, she of course means that my entire life is a lie. Everything I am, everything I’ve become… is a lie. In her eyes, anyway. Because she believes me to be a monster.
I’m frozen.
Completely still.
And Bethany Killian is as foreign to me as a stranger. She laughs.
“I didn’t think so.”
She spins on her heel and starts to walk back into the house, and anger wells up in me, red and hot, a fury that I haven’t felt in years. It’s so fierce that it clouds my vision, it’s everything I have bottled up inside of me….all the anger that I’ve been carrying with me for so many years.
It explodes within me like a volcano.
“Mom?” The word is as foreign to me as she is.
She stops, and turns halfway around. She doesn’t answer, but she looks at me.
“Go pack a bag. You have five minutes.”
Now she speaks. “What?”
“You heard me. Go pack a bag.”
She takes a step. “I don’t understand.”
“You don’t have to. Go. Pack. A. Bag. Take anything you want from the house. It will be the last time you’re inside.”
My mother looks at me uncertainly, and for the first time, I see a real emotion on her face. Fear.
She’s afraid to believe that I’m serious.
“You’re not kicking me out of my own house,” she says hesitantly, her eyes searching mine. “You wouldn’t.”
I have to fight a sneer. “I wouldn’t? Why wouldn’t I? What exactly have you brought me in life except for pain? Tell me that. Tell me one good thing you’ve ever done for me, and I’ll let you stay.”
My mother stares at me, looks away at the lake, lifts her chin and stares back at me.
“I brought you into this world.”
I shake my head. “Wrong answer. You brought me into the world, true. But I didn’t ask for that. And once I was born, you didn’t do a thing for me. It was bad before Allison died, but after that, it was unbearable. Not only did you allow my father to beat the shit out of me every time he came home drunk from the bar, but you tried to make a helpless kid believe that he killed his sister. You’re the f**king monster, not me.”
My mother’s eyes turn icy and she glares at me. “You did kill your sister. You heard her, Brand. I know you heard her and you let her walk into the lake. You could’ve stopped her, but you didn’t.”
An eerie calmness descends upon me and for once, I don’t feel rage as I look upon my mother.
“I was six years old. I was upstairs asleep. I realize that when bad things happen, people blame someone when they’re grieving. It’s human nature. But to focus your grief and your rage on a six-year old kid… that was unforgivable.”
My mother’s eyes water and she looks away.
“My daughter died, Brand. You could’ve saved her… if only you’d listened for her. You were supposed to watch out for her. She was your little sister.”
Her voice dwindles off and she wipes at her eyes. Nothing in me softens at her show of sadness.
“I was six years old,” I reply. “You were supposed to watch out for her. Dad forgot to lock the door, not me. All of these years, if you had to have someone to blame, you should’ve blamed him. If you really are too small of a person to realize that sometimes accidents happen. Bad things happen. And sometimes there’s simply no one to blame. You’re a small, small person.”
“My daughter died,” she whimpers.
“Your daughter did die,” I tell her coldly. “But you didn’t have to lose both your children that night. That was a decision that you made. You’re paying for that decision now. Go inside and get your things.”
