Cornerstone (33 page)

“We...Are...A Family!” he roars, punching the gun into the air. His nostrils flare and he drops the weapon back down, pressing the lips of the barrel into her hair. “You see, Angie? You see what you’ve done? My baby doesn’t even know me.” His eyes swing wildly back to me, his gaze rests somewhere over my head. My hands are trembling and in my mind, I shout for Grace but she doesn’t answer. “Nalena, I’m your daddy. I never wanted it to be like this. I loved your mama. I do...I did. But she’s messed up, honey. You understand? She messed up bad. I’m the head of this family! That means she’s supposed to follow
me
. And she didn’t. All I wanted was for all of us to have a better life. But you know what she did, baby? Do you know? She ran out on me. She took you in her stomach and ran away from me. All I ever wanted was my family and she left me with
nothing.
”

My mind whirs like I’m on a merry-go-round that is moving too fast. The good ideas are pulled out to the sides and I’m stuck in the middle, getting sick.

“What do you want?” I ask him wearily. He smiles, looking between my mom’s profile and the top of my head, as if he’s won a prize.

“I want to be a family, honey.” he says. “That’s what I want. One big happy family. I want you to take off that sling and let go of that life somebody talked you into. It’s no good, baby. It’s no good.”

“I’m not Alo.” I tell him.

“Honey, I don’t care what you are. Your mama says you’re a freak of nature, a Cuspy, but I don’t care. You’re mine. The Fury will take you, no matter what you are.”

“The Fury are murderers!” my mom hisses. “You aren’t going to put her in danger!”

“Danger? You wanna talk to me about danger, Angie? Here she is,
my baby,
with the Cornerstone tied to her hand!” Roger bears his teeth and pushes the gun against my mom’s head even harder, rocking her sideways.

“You tried to kill me.” I snarl at him. He takes a breath and looks back at me again with a smile that turns my stomach over and drains all the blood from my heart.

“Baby, I wanted to
save
you. I was going to make it fast in the woods. Remember how I promised you? I didn’t think I had a choice, the way your mama has you so brain washed. But you finally got your daddy here to steer you right. I can fix you. But the Ianua’s never gonna let us come back, sweetheart. Not without beating us down every damn day. That’s how they are. Trust me, you’re never gonna be good enough for them. The only choice you’ve got left is The Fury. They don’t care what you are. Everybody’s welcome. Untie that rock and you can be my daughter again. I promise.”

“Will you let her go?” I ask. Roger considers it a moment, then nods. My mom bites her lip. Her face is wet with tears and when our eyes meet, she gives her head the tiniest nod that only I would understand. She wants me to go with him. Or do what he says. I have no idea why.

“Okay.” I tell him. My blood seems to curdle in my veins, too thick to move. I struggle to grasp the remaining tie of the sling. I shout for Grace once more and when she doesn’t answer, I take the end of the string between my fingertips and pull.

The string flows like icing, untwining from my hand. The support falls away and Roger’s smile curls his lips. I open my hand and let the Cornerstone fall to the floor with a thump. I lock my knees so I don’t fall with it. I feel the energy drain out of my heels like an invisible puddle at my feet. I struggle to stay upright and strong as Roger’s smile relaxes and he drops his hand, and the gun in it, from my mom’s head.

“That’s my girl.” he says softly.

It happens so quickly.

but I see every detail.

my mom turns on him.

lunges.

the gun.

pulling up through the air.

Finger. Hammer, Finger, Squeeze, Release

BANG.

her body.

drops.

My thoughts explode, scattering like fragments of glass.

If I can get past him...

I will.

If he looks up from her and puts the gun on me...

I don’t care.

If he fires a bullet into me too...

It doesn’t matter.

My field shatters and I don’t even care. I stumble across the room, past him and he stumbles backward, away from her, easily. My mom is lying in blood. Too much blood. There is a hole in her temple where she always rubs her fingers to stop a headache. I turn her face into my lap and it lolls like a flower on a weak stalk. Her blood covers me.

I howl.

“I didn’t...I wasn’t going to do that...” Roger sounds small and frightened and far away. I pull my mom into my lap, the last warmth of her blood soaking through my clothes to my skin. And I howl again. I shout out loud this time, “Where are you, Grace? Help me! Help me!”

There’s no answer. From anywhere.

Roger’s feet scrape behind me and my field orbs into place again. I stretch over my mom’s body, trying to protect her from anything else he might do.

And the kitchen fades as I hear my mom’s voice. I look into her face that is too broken inside the skin to look like her anymore. The body is silent, but I hear her call to me again, in my head.

Where are you?
I scream inside, over and over again.

In my field, she suddenly appears like a weak TV transmission. Her image pulses under a scratched, milky sheath that I can’t pull away from her.

I’m here.
she says. I reach for her but there is nothing to touch. This might be the moment that I will always know as the one where everything turned upside down and I lost my grip on the world. The moment I lost my mom and went insane, just like my father.

But, she’s here. In front of me. Even if her body is too faded in places to see.

I don’t want you here. I want you with me! Come back!

Things are the way they are supposed to be. It will be okay.
she answers.
I’m staying here with you. I’m your new Connection.

No!
I shriek.
I can’t do this by myself! Please come back...Mom. Please stay...please...

You’re okay.
my mom assures me.
I’m here.

My field churns around us—me and this flickering image of my mom. She closes her eyes and hums, the song of whales, and I realize that it was never Grace’s song but my mother’s...a song that brings us peace.

The pastel petals I’d seen in her field appear again, swirling along in the bubble of my own. The petals stick to the sides and dissolve into it. The strength of my field merges with the colors of my mom’s until our new bubble looks like cathedral glass. As beautiful and as impenetrable as a diamond.

It’s me and you. And Mankind. That’s the way it has always been.
My mom says.
And it’s time to allow others in.

My field bursts and I see Roger, watching me as if he’s witnessed something worse than his own crime. He backs away.

I hold the empty shell of mom in my lap. The worried crease between her eyes is smooth as blank as empty paper.

It’s just me now. Just me.

Roger sobs as he stumbles away. His howl joins mine, twisting into the air and filling the house with our horrible sound. I don’t want to be any part of him. I clamp my mouth shut and then I hear the gun cock.

It is thunder when it explodes.

I hold my mother closer to me, still wanting to keep her safe.

I wake up in a dark room that I don’t recognize. I am lying on a bed, under Garrett’s comforter. I know it is his because his cologne clings to the blanket. The moment I open my eyes and breathe him in, I am happy because I am with Garrett.

And then I remember.

The darkness settles on me as if I’m being buried alive under it. The grief is too solid to cry out of my eyes. My lungs are waterlogged with them.

A chair squeaks behind me and I spring up in bed, my field exploding around me. Inside my bubble, I smell her, the lavender-vanilla soap I give her every Christmas, and I feel her, in the way that she always made me feel: safe, accepted and loved. I can’t see her, so I shout her name and she answers inside my head,
I’m here
, but two other voices also answer in the room. Real voices that try to touch my ears gently.

The Addo sits on a bed beside the one I’m in, one sweatshirt sleeve cut off above the cast on his own arm and his head wrapped in white bandages that hide his right eye. The other eye is the core of a bruise. He smiles, with effort, and I see dark holes where he used to have teeth.

Tough business we’re in, huh kid?
His voice is raspy in my head. Garrett crosses the room from his chair and sits at the edge of the bed near my feet. His grin is sad and concerned and worried. He touches my toes through the comforter and the heat of his touch travels up my legs like soothing medicine.

You know how you shouldn’t bring fear to a fight? Well, you shouldn’t give it a written invitation to visit you at home either.
Addo babbles in the back of my head.
The Fury know how to put a plan together after all. Nothing would have kept them out. I suppose everything is...exactly as it should be.
His chest falls with a hard sigh.
Sucking.

My mom’s gone.

Not gone.
He corrects.
That doesn’t happen.

She’s...
I’m going to say the real word and can’t. As if saying it might open my bubble and allow her energy to escape.

She’s here.
He finishes for me.
Like the first soil and the first water and the first mother. We’re all here. Connected.

I don’t want to hear his hope-filled wisdom if it can’t make her flesh again.
I don’t know what to do without her.

You just...do.
he says. We sit quietly, the Addo humming a broken tune and me listening. Garrett moves closer, sitting beside my knee.

“What about Roger? Is he…” My speech comes out funny, a combination of my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth and my throat crackling as if the words are stuck in the bottom of it.

“Roger passed.” Addo says simply and he drops his eyes in respect of the dead. I don’t.

“It was all a plan.” Garrett’s voice is smothered in his throat.

“If what we’ve been told is correct, Roger was supposed to assassinate me.” The Addo says. “He bailed from his mission and decided instead to pay a visit to Evangeline. But, in the end, Roger’s actions were still well within The Fury’s plans. What we know now is that The Fury have been responsible for several of the recent deaths in our community. As well as those we’ve lost in this last battle.”

I wilt. Garrett reaches out his hand and places it on mine. His eyes fill as he looks away.

“No more.” Garrett tells Addo. “She’s heard enough for today.”

But I shake my head. The grief has pressed my heart flat. I tell myself it can’t keep hurting, although every beat smashes against my rib cage. I’m still here, as if that’s fair. And now I need to know why.

“What battle? How did they do this?” I whisper.

“The Fury has been plotting after all.” Addo sighs again. He gives a sad grin that exposes empty sockets where teeth should’ve been. “Now we know that their original plan was to kill off all the Alo. They mistakenly believed that doing so would halt the community.” He shakes his head, his eyes in his lap. “They just don’t understand universal balance at all.”

Neither do I, but I don’t care about balance anymore. My entire world is on a slant.

“When The Fury realized that they weren’t making a dent by killing off the Alo, they went full scale. They massacred so many of us…Alo and Contego alike. They orchestrated the assassinations of all thirteen Addo’s...and succeeded twelve times.” The Addo’s voice cracks but he takes a breath, clears his throat, and continues. “I’m the only one they botched. They never expected me to be surrounded with protection like the Reese’s or the Middleditch’s or all the other Contego families that saved my tail. I wish all my Ianua brothers and sisters had had such outstanding protection.”

Addo’s eyes rest proudly, if not still sadly, on Garrett. Garrett looks at his own hands, fingers laced and knuckles white, in his lap.

“But we still lost one of our best warriors. We will miss Basil Reese, terribly.” Addo says. The muscles in his jaw drop toward the floor and he covers his face with the palm of his free hand.

My eyes jump to Garrett. His face is stone. My heart, that seemed like it couldn’t take anymore, misses a beat as I reach for him. He finally looks at me, blinks and sees me, and the grief makes a furrow between his eyes, just like my mom’s. I cling to him, holding him and because his tears remain silent, I cry for him. I wail. My whole body shakes against his. We curl into each other, our tears falling on each other’s shoulders.

When there is nothing left, we sit back from one another. Garrett wipes his eyes and his face and looks away to compose himself.

“That brings us to now. This house,” Addo motions to the walls of the room we are in. “This house belongs to Nok, one of our Veritas. The Veritas are the community’s listeners, so Nok will be able to tell us when it is safe to re-emerge. But for now, we’ll stay hidden here until we know what is next.”