The Drowning (53 page)

At first he considered lying to her, the same way he’d lied to the police officers who had come to see him. But her tone of voice was different. Her expression was too. She knew. She already had the answer, or at least part of it.

‘Yes, I know that,’ said Kenneth. ‘I know who he was.’

‘Tell me about him,’ she said. And for some reason he felt compelled to talk to her.

‘There’s not much to tell. He was the one everybody picked on at school. And we … we were the worst of the lot. With Erik taking the lead.’

‘You bullied him?’

‘We wouldn’t have called it that back then. But we made his life miserable as often as we could.’

‘Why?’ she asked, and the word seemed to hover in the air for a moment.

‘Why? Who knows? He was different, and he wasn’t from here. He was also fat. People always have to have someone to kick around, someone to look down on.’

‘I can understand Erik doing that sort of thing. But why you? And Magnus?’

She didn’t sound reproachful, but it still upset Kenneth. He’d asked himself that very same question so many times before. There was something lacking in Erik’s character. It was hard to pinpoint, but it might be an inability to feel empathy. That was no excuse, but it did explain Erik’s behaviour. But he and Magnus knew better. Did that make their sins bigger or smaller? Kenneth couldn’t answer that question.

‘We were young and stupid,’ he said, but he could hear
how false that sounded. He had continued to follow Erik, to be governed by him. He had even admired him. It was a matter of ordinary human stupidity. Fear and cowardice.

‘So you didn’t recognize Christian when he moved here as an adult?’ Erica asked.

‘No, never. Believe it or not, I never made that connection. None of the others did either. Christian was a completely different person. It wasn’t just his appearance, it was … he wasn’t the same person. Even now, when I know …’ Kenneth shook his head.

‘What about Alice? Tell me about Alice.’

He grimaced. He didn’t want to do that. Talking about Alice was the same thing as sticking his hand in a fire. Over the years he’d buried all thought of her so deep in his subconscious that it was as if she’d never existed. But that time was now gone. He would simply have to endure the fire, if need be. Because he had to talk about her.

‘She was so beautiful that it took your breath away just to look at her. But as soon as she moved or started talking, you could tell that something wasn’t quite right with her. She was always hanging on Christian. We couldn’t really work out whether he liked it or not. Sometimes he seemed annoyed, but other times he seemed almost happy to see her.’

‘Did any of you ever talk to Alice?’

‘No, except for the taunts that we shouted at her.’ He felt so ashamed. He remembered it all so clearly now, everything they had done. It could have been yesterday; it
was
yesterday. No, it was a long time ago. He was starting to feel confused. The memories he had suppressed now seemed to be pouring out with such force that they swept along everything in their path.

‘When Alice was thirteen, the Lissanders moved away from Fjällbacka, and Christian left the family. Something happened, and I think you know what it was.’ Erica’s
voice was calm, non-judgemental, and for that reason he decided to tell her. She’d find out eventually anyway. And soon he’d be joining Lisbet.

‘It was in July,’ he said, closing his eyes.

23

Christian could feel the agitation taking over his body. It was getting worse and worse, making it impossible for him to sleep at night. And causing him to see eyes under the water.

He had to leave – he knew that. If he was ever going to find a place for himself, he needed to go away. Far away from Father and Mother, and from Alice. Oddly enough, that hurt the most. Having to part with Alice.

‘Hello! Hey, you!’

He turned around in surprise. As usual, he was on his way over to Badholmen. He liked to sit there, staring out across the water at Fjällbacka.

‘Over here!’

Christian didn’t know what to think. Over near the men’s changing booths he saw Erik, Magnus, and Kenneth. And Erik was calling to him. Christian gave them a suspicious look. Whatever it was they wanted, he knew it wouldn’t be good. But the temptation was too strong, and with feigned nonchalance, he stuck his hands in his pockets and sauntered over to the three boys.

‘Want a smoke?’ asked Erik, holding out a cigarette. Christian shook his head. He was still waiting for the hammer to fall, when all three would attack him. Anything but this … show of goodwill.

‘Sit down,’ said Erik, patting the ground next to him.

As if in a dream, Christian sat down. The whole situation seemed unreal. He had imagined just such a scene so many times, hoped and longed for it. And now it was actually happening. He was sitting here, one of the group.

‘What are you doing tonight?’ asked Erik, exchanging glances with Kenneth and Magnus.

‘Nothing special. Why?’

‘We’re planning to have a party here. A private gathering, so to speak.’ Erik laughed.

‘Really?’ said Christian. He shifted his position a bit to get more comfortable.

‘Want to come?’

‘Me?’ said Christian. He wasn’t sure he’d heard right.

‘Yes, you. But everyone has to bring something to get in,’ said Erik, again exchanging glances with Magnus and Kenneth.

So there was a catch, just as he’d thought. What sort of humiliating task had they planned for him?

‘What do I have to bring?’ he asked, even though he knew he shouldn’t.

The three boys whispered to each other. Finally Erik looked at him again and said defiantly:

‘A bottle of whisky.’

Was that all? Relief washed over him. He could easily sneak one out of the house.

‘Okay. No problem. What time should I be here?’

Erik took a couple of puffs on his cigarette. He looked so worldly wise holding that cigarette in his hand. Grown up.

‘We have to make sure that nobody bothers us. So after midnight. Shall we say twelve thirty?’

Christian felt himself nodding a bit too eagerly. ‘Okay. Twelve thirty. I’ll be here.’

‘Good,’ said Erik.

Christian hurried away. His feet felt lighter than they had in a long time. Maybe his luck would now change and he’d finally belong.

The rest of the day passed very slowly. At last it was time for bed, but he didn’t dare close his eyes for fear of oversleeping. So he lay there, wide awake, staring at the hands of the clock as they slowly moved towards midnight. At twelve fifteen he climbed out of bed and got dressed, careful not to make any noise. He slipped downstairs and went over to the drinks cabinet. There were several whisky bottles inside. He took the one that was nearly full. The bottle clinked as he took it out, and for a moment he didn’t move. But no one seemed to have heard the sound.

When he got close to Badholmen, he could hear the other boys. It sounded like they had already been there a while, like the party had started without him. For a second he considered turning around. He could just walk back to the house, slip inside, put the bottle back in the cabinet, and crawl into bed. But then he heard Erik laughing, and he wanted to join in that laughter; he wanted to be one of the boys that Erik exchanged glances with. So he kept on going, carrying the whisky bottle firmly under his arm.

‘Hey, take a look,’ said Erik, slurring his words and pointing at Christian. ‘Here comes the king of the party.’ He sniggered, and Kenneth and Magnus followed suit. Magnus looked like he’d had the most to drink. He was swaying as he sat there, and he was having a hard time focusing.

‘Did you bring the admission ticket?’ asked Erik, motioning him forward.

Feeling wary, Christian handed him the bottle. Were they going to humiliate him now? Were they going to chase him away, since he’d brought what they wanted?

But nothing happened. Erik simply opened the bottle, took a big slug of the whisky, and then handed it to Christian. He just stared. He wanted to take a drink, but he didn’t know if he dared. Erik urged him to try it, and Christian realized that he would have to do as Erik said if he wanted to be part of the group. He sat down with the bottle in his hand, and then raised it to his lips. And just about choked when he swallowed too much of the whisky.

‘So how was that, lad?’ Laughing, Erik pounded him on the back.

‘Good,’ said Christian, taking another gulp, just to prove it.

The bottle passed from hand to hand a few times, and he began to feel a pleasant warmth spreading through his body. His anxiety vanished. The whisky pushed away everything that had been keeping him awake at night lately. The eyes. The smell of rotting flesh. He took another swallow.

Magnus was lying on his back, staring up at the stars in the sky. Kenneth didn’t say much. He just agreed with everything Erik said. But Christian was enjoying being in their company. He was somebody. Part of a group.

‘Christian?’ a voice said from the doorway. He turned to look. What was she doing here? Why did she have to turn up and ruin everything? His old anger awoke.

‘Get lost,’ he snarled, and then saw her face contort in disappointment.

‘Christian?’ she repeated, her voice thick with tears.

He got up to chase her away, but Erik put his hand on Christian’s arm.

‘Let her stay,’ he said, and Christian looked at him in surprise. But he complied, and sat down again.

‘Come here!’ Erik waved for Alice to come closer.

She gave Christian an enquiring glance, but he merely shrugged.

‘Sit down,’ said Erik. ‘We’re having a party.’

‘Party!’ said Alice, her face lighting up.

‘What luck that you happened to stop by. We need some pretty girls here too.’ Erik put his arm around Alice and touched a lock of her dark hair. Alice laughed. She liked being called pretty.

‘Here. If you want to come to our party, you have to drink.’ He took the bottle away from Kenneth, who was just about to take a swig, and handed it to Alice.

Again she looked at Christian, but he didn’t care what she did. If she was going to keep following him, she’d just have to play along.

She started to cough, and Erik stroked her back. ‘There, there, what a good girl. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. You just have to try again.’

Hesitantly she raised the bottle and took another swallow. This time it went better.

‘Good. That’s the kind of girl I like. Someone who’s pretty and knows how to drink whisky,’ said Erik with a smile that made Christian’s stomach start to churn. He wanted to take Alice by the hand and lead her home. But then Kenneth sat down next to him, put an arm around his shoulder, and mumbled:

‘Shit, Christian, just think – here we are with you and your sister. I bet you never thought that would happen, did you? But we knew there was a bloody decent lad under all that flab.’ Kenneth pointed at his stomach, and Christian didn’t know whether to take his remark as a compliment or not.

‘She’s really cute, your sister,’ said Erik, moving even closer to Alice. He helped her raise the bottle again, pouring more whisky down her throat. Her eyes were shining, and she had a big smile on her face.

Christian suddenly felt everything start to spin. All of Badholmen was spinning. Around and around, like the globe. He giggled and lay down on his back next to Magnus, looking up at the stars that seemed to be whirling through the sky.

A sound from Alice made him sit up. He was having a hard time focusing, but he could see Erik and Alice. And he thought Erik had his hand inside Alice’s shirt. But he wasn’t sure, with everything spinning around him. He lay down again.

‘Shh …’ Erik’s voice and the same whimpering sound from Alice. Christian rolled on to his side and rested his head on his outstretched arm. He looked at Erik and his sister. Her shirt was gone. She had small, perfect breasts. That was the first thought that occurred to him. That she had perfect breasts. He’d never seen them before.

‘Don’t worry. I’m just going to feel them a little …’ Erik kneaded her breasts with his hands as he started breathing harder. Kenneth was staring at Alice’s bare torso.

‘Come and feel,’ said Erik, nodding to Kenneth.

Christian saw that Alice was scared, that she was trying to cover her breasts with her arms. But his head felt so heavy he couldn’t lift it.

Kenneth sat down next to Alice. After waiting for a signal from Erik, he lifted his hand and began touching her left breast. He squeezed it cautiously at first, then harder, and Christian could see the bulge in his shorts grow.

‘I wonder if the rest is just as nice?’ murmured Erik. ‘What do you say, Alice? Is your pussy just as nice as your tits?’

Her eyes were big and frightened. But she didn’t seem to know how to defend herself. Without resistance, she allowed Erik to slip off her knickers. He let her keep on her skirt, just lifting it up to show Kenneth.

‘What do you think? I doubt anyone’s been here before.’ He pushed her knees apart, and Alice numbly let him do it, incapable of protesting.

‘Shit, check this out. Magnus, wake up! You’re missing something here.’

He merely groaned. A faint drunken muttering.

Christian could feel the lump in his stomach growing. This was wrong. He could see Alice staring at him, wordlessly pleading for help. But her eyes looked just like they had when she’d looked up at him from underwater, and he couldn’t make himself move, couldn’t help her. All he could do was lie on his side and let the world keep spinning.