The Other Side of Envy: The Ghost Bird Series: #8 (The Academy) (39 page)
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Authors: C. L. Stone
“I don’t remember a cousin,” Marie said.
“You wouldn’t,” Mrs. Sorenson said. “You were too young to remember. Best you don’t. And it doesn’t matter anyway. The girl’s dead.” She pointed out to the hall.
“Did he really rape her?”
“It’s rape, as far as I’m concerned. She was fifteen when he started having sex with her. Then she had a baby at sixteen.”
Marie made a face. “And with a cousin.”
“Don’t worry about that…
girl
out there. I’ve spoken to your father. If he won’t take her in, he’s made arrangements for her. I told him I’d look after you if he’d pay the bills and do what he’s supposed to. You and I will be taken care of. She’ll be gone soon. She doesn’t even really exist, as far as anyone knows.”
Gabriel’s stomach twisted. His brain was flying, trying to absorb the news.
A cousin. An underage cousin. His mind worked hard. He was turned off, horrified, at the thought that Mr. Sorenson, even if it was sixteen years ago, he’d been older than a little fifteen year old cousin… Was it rape? Did he trick her into having sex? How could he do that? His own family…
And yet, that was Sang’s mother. Sang’s past.
His gaze lowered. Mrs. Sorenson went on to talk about how they’d set up house once she got back home.
All Gabriel could think of was how to tell Sang what he’d just heard.
And she did have family. Did the family know about Sang’s existence?
Gabriel’s fists tightened against the window. He made like he’d punch it, but stopped, knowing if he did, they’d know he’d overheard.
He glared at Mrs. Sorenson through the window. “You won’t touch her,” he said, thinking of how she’d said they’d made arrangements for her.
No doubt she meant the boarding school, practically a prison, her father had signed her up for. Maybe he wasn’t going to wait for Sang. If he combined the money from Marie’s account and Sang’s, he’d have enough to put her into that school for a couple of years.
Gabriel’s eyes fixed on Mrs. Sorenson, hating her, hating Mr. Sorenson. How could they? Gabriel’s dad had beat the shit out of him, but he was an out of work drunk. He didn’t want to justify it, but back then he couldn’t imagine someone as horrible as that.
These people were worse. And now Gabriel had the truth.
Did Sang want to know this?
Does she need to dig any deeper? Gabriel closed his eyes, shaking his head. Maybe it was better not to know.
He wished he didn’t know.
He stood up, sucking in a deep breath. This would devastate her. It would devastate him to know his father raped a young cousin. What if her extended family was out there somewhere? What if Sang wanted to meet them and they sent her away. They never looked for her. Did they even know?
If Sang found out… Gabriel remembered the time she was in the closet, naked, afraid. They’d overheard Mrs. Sorenson talking about not being her real mother.
Sang had broken then, slipped, even while in his arms.
Tears touched his cheeks before he realized he was crying, remembering that moment, and fearing the result of her learning this new turn. Could he bring her back from this? Would she feel disgusted to be the daughter of cousins? Would she feel ashamed? Unwanted?
He couldn’t do that to her.
Marie. Would she tell?
He needed to keep Marie away from Sang. At least for now. At least until he found a way to tell Sang. He’d have to say something eventually. She needed to know it first, before anyone else. It wouldn’t be fair to tell Mr. Blackbourne or the others without telling Sang. Or maybe he needed Mr. Blackbourne to know, so they could work out a way to tell her without her breaking down like before. Gabriel wasn’t sure, but he needed to find out before Sang found out.
He’d have to get Sang away from here. He’d have to stop Marie from telling her for now. Not until he had a chance to figure it out.
He picked up his book bag, and fled the observation room. He’d tell Dr. Green to take her to get some food. Something. Anything. He’d wait alone for Marie to finish.
He’d make a deal with her. Anything she wanted. He’d give anything for her to keep the secret for now. To protect Sang from the truth.
At least for now.
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orth was snoring like a buzz saw.
I’d learned that expression from books I’d read. I didn’t know what a buzz saw was, or how it differed from other saws, and I’d never personally heard one in action, but I thought if anything fit the sound of what I imagined a buzz saw sounded like, North’s exhausted snoring seemed to be the perfect match.
He didn’t normally snore, only when he was really beat. The few times I’d heard it this bad, it was usually like now: middle of the afternoon and he’d managed to pass out.
He had every reason to be super tired. We all did. We’d been on the run from McCoy but had finally returned back to almost normal a couple of days ago when he had started chasing a fake Sang around town, thanks to the Academy. I didn’t know who the girl was; I wasn’t sure it was even the same girl each time.
I thought it was a bad idea to use another girl as a decoy. It was too dangerous for me to be followed, but someone else could be bait? Someone we didn’t know?
It was a couple of days before the Thanksgiving holidays, so nearly all teachers were trying to fit in last-minute, very important tests. With all the running around, none of us had studied. A couple of the boys were dismissive of the tests. But I was paranoid of getting bad marks. Old habits; if my grades stayed normal, no one at my old house would have anything to say to me.
My main concern was going back to school while Mr. McCoy was following a fake Sang. We couldn’t skip this week, because it was some part of their plan. I was nervous. Mr. Hendricks would inform Mr. McCoy that I was in school. That meant he’d know he’d been following a false lead. They’re hoping for explosions.
At least we had the day off today to prepare.
We were at Kota’s house. I was parked on the floor, going over last minute studying. North had been up most of the night, doing some work for the Academy.
Kota had left to walk Max. I was babysitting the house. And North.
I closed my textbook, ready to give myself a break and maybe even have a nap, too.
I heard the side door open. I dismissed it, assuming it was Kota returning.
I felt a tug at one of the locks of my hair. I turned, ready with a quip, but spotted no one.
My heart raced. Now I wasn’t just paranoid. I was imagining things.
I spun around to check the other side of the room. Luke’s face hovered within an inch of mine.
Startled, I fell back a little, grinning. Didn’t he know better than to tease right now? We were all too stressed and jumpy for surprises like that.
Luke beamed, his brown eyes happy. His long blond hair was tied back into a sloppy ponytail, with a few locks hanging around his face. His baby blue button up shirt hung half open, only two buttons closed. He cupped my cheek and leaned in close, kissing the opposite side of my face. He drew back and released me, using sign language to talk to me. “Morning, sweetie.”
I blushed. I glanced at North—still snoring--understanding why his brother wanted to be quiet. It still felt a little strange that he’d kissed me in front of him, even if North was asleep. I signed back, “Aren’t you supposed to be working at the diner?”
“Taking a break. Actually came to see if you wanted to come back with me.”
I perked up, nodding. Last week had been so chaotic, with running around like chickens with our heads cut off; I hadn’t been back to the diner much. “Can I work with you?”
He smiled and nodded. He plopped himself down on the carpet, sprawling out on his back. He lifted a hand, signing in the air by spelling out the letters. “Give me a minute.”
With his arm hanging in the air, I noticed Sharpie marks. I snagged his wrist, drawing his arm closer so I could inspect it.
There were numbers marked into his tan skin. It wasn’t his handwriting. It looked like a girl’s. I sent him a quiet, puzzled look.
Luke’s face jerked into a grin. “Don’t be jealous,” he signed.
At first, I didn’t realize why he would think I was jealous. Maybe it was because I was reading his arm sideways, but when I looked at it again, I realized it was a phone number. I gaped at him.
He laughed, covering his mouth with his hand, shaking his head. He sat up, leaned in and whispered, “Some crazy girl walked in, didn’t say a single word to me, grabbed my arm and wrote her phone number on me and left. I didn’t realize until after what she’d done. I think I was just surprised. I’d give her an A for effort, but it was kind of creepy.”
I knew my mouth was hanging open, but I didn’t know how to respond. I was nowhere in the ballpark of being prepared to handle this situation. How should I? Luke kissed my cheek, called me at night just to talk about school and other things, wanted to go out on dates, slept in my bed...but so did the other guys, including his brother.
He knew about the secret idea of how to keep the team together. It was a goal for some of the boys, and others, like myself, liked the idea in theory, but were unsure if it would make everyone happy. Luke hadn’t talked about it much. I imagined he was still trying to process it.
I didn’t want to think of other girls gaining their attention. As much as I told myself I shouldn’t, I wanted to be selfish and keep Luke to myself. Luke and North and Victor and everyone else, too. Maybe I shouldn’t. I hadn’t asked for a commitment and neither had they. Was I to expect Luke to only date me when I dated others?
Why did my heart hurt so much thinking about Luke letting a strange girl write on his arm?
In response to my stunned silence, Luke drew his palms over my cheeks again. His brown eyes, usually so happy, drew dark and serious. “Sang,” he whispered. “I’m not interested in her, okay?”
My cheeks heated. “It’s... fine.” I wanted to sound casual about it, but my voice cracked, betraying my uneasy feelings. It surprised me. I was interested in the idea, but I knew I should let them all make their own decisions. Why did this thought of another girl simply writing her number on him hurt so much?
Luke’s eyes widened. He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a black Sharpie. He opened it, and swiped the number at his arm, coloring it in. “Look,” he said. “I don’t want it. I was never going to call her. I’m not interested in anyone else.”
My heart lifted. Why it made me feel better, I wasn’t sure. Maybe it was all the questions in my head. Maybe part of it was because my parents, people who were supposed to always be there for me, didn’t want me. And really, over the years when I’d grown distant from my family, I only had a shaky idea of what commitment and loyalty really was. I didn’t feel I’d earned it—not with the guys. Like anyone could walk in and shake them out of this and convince them to move on.