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Authors: Travis Thrasher
Tags: #Solitary, #High School, #Y.A. Fiction, #fear, #rebellion
Temptation: A Novel
TEMPTATION
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This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is coincidental.
LCCN 2012930869
ISBN 978-1-4347-6417-1
eISBN 978-1-4347-0503-7
© 2012 Travis Thrasher
The Team: Don Pape, LoraBeth Norton, Nick Lee, Caitlyn York, Karen Athen
Cover Design: Amy Konyndyk
Cover Photo: iStockPhoto
First Edition 2012
For Madison
T
ONIGHT
I
THINK
I’
LL
WALK
ALONE
I’
LL
FIND
MY
SOUL
AS
I
GO
HOME
.
—“T
EMPTATION
”
BY
N
EW
O
RDER
Preface
The night changes everything.
So she told me.
Final words to her little boy.
In the passenger seat of the SUV, I look out and see the city. It glows and breathes and welcomes me. I hear the words and believe them.
I never knew Chicago could look so beautiful.
It’s late, and I feel like we’ve been driving forever. My ears are sore from the earbuds attached to my iPod. My butt is sore from sitting in place for so long. The last time we stopped was around Lexington. I’m ready to get out and stretch my legs and step back onto flat Illinois land.
Solitary is over a dozen hours away.
Not far enough, if you ask me, but it’ll have to do.
It’s quiet in the car. I look out the front window at the skyline in the distance. That’s where we’re headed, toward the city and not the suburbs.
The city means more people. More people means more help in case—well, in case of anything.
“You awake?”
I glance over at my father. “Never fell asleep.”
“You closed your eyes.”
Sometimes it’s better that way.
I yawn and wipe my eyes.
“You’re going to enjoy it here,” Dad tells me.
“Yeah.”
I don’t really believe this. I want to. I really want to. But I just need to be away from that cursed town for a while. Maybe I can slowly begin to forget. Maybe I can slowly start to live again.
But that’s what you tried doing in the summertime, and look where it got you.
I don’t want to think about the last few months. The only thing that will bring is hurt, and I’ve got enough of that as it is.
“I think you’ll like the apartment,” Dad says.
“I think I’ll like anything that doesn’t have winding dirt roads around it.”
Or secret hidden tunnels below it.
Dad doesn’t know quite what to say. I don’t blame him. He probably still aches for Mom. Maybe he’s angry with himself for not being able to do anything more.
That’s how I feel. Angry with myself, with nothing left to say.
When someone dies, all you can do sometimes is stay quiet and keep moving.
I thought that losing Jocelyn hurt. But this … this is different. This is worse.
The first time you did too little. But this time you did too much.
“Hungry?” Dad asks.
I was until I turned off the music and started hearing the voices. “No.”
The city with its lights and life invites us in. I’m glad to see civilization again. I no longer feel so remote and so alone.
Yet there’s a part of me that says I should have stayed.
There was no reason to stay.
There’s so much to think about that my head hurts. I can’t sort out the details. I think of the motorcycle, of the cards, of Marsh and Staunch, of Oli, of
him
. I can feel the Zippo lighter in my pocket.
Then I picture her face and feel the hurt again.
“I know Mom is proud of you.”
I let out a chuckle and then keep my voice down. “Proud of me for what?”
“Proud of you for being strong for her.”
It’s been quite some time since I’ve felt proud or strong. The irony is that it’s my father telling me this.
Seven months ago, there’d have been no chance ever that I’d be riding here with
him
.
But life sure has a way of crashing and burning around you.
The interstate eventually merges into Lake Shore Drive. Even though I can’t see it, I know Lake Michigan is out there in the darkness. I can feel it watching and waiting in silence. Eventually we take an exit and drive for a few minutes down block after block.
“This place will be busy tomorrow night around this time,” Dad says.
Everybody will be celebrating and toasting and laughing and living.
Wanna know what I was doing last year on New Year’s Eve, Dad? I was discovering that this girl I’d fallen crazy in love with had her throat slashed by a bunch of freaks in robes.
Even though Dad knows a few things, he doesn’t know that much. He can’t know much. I still don’t know everything, but I know enough now. I know a lot of answers to questions that circled inside my head a year ago.
Answers might fit the puzzle pieces together, but they still don’t block out the gaping hole in the picture. The hole that’s my heart.