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CHRISTA

“N
ic?”
I said, sitting on the roadside, rubbing my sore shoulder.

“Christa!  Oh, my God.  Christa!” she panted
through the line. 

“Nic?  Hey! Calm down, love.  What's
up?"  I heard a mumbled voice in the background.  "Who’s
there with you?”

“Your husband’s here and..."

“John?”  I leapt to my feet on the pavement. 
"He's what?"  Oh, crap.  That couldn’t be good. 

"Christa, listen.  Oh, God.  Sarah's in
trouble–"

"Trouble?  What sort of trouble?" I yelped.

"We’ve got to get to her before he...”  The line
went dead.

I frowned at my mobile. 

“What’s up?” Brian asked, slamming the bonnet shut on his
smashed up car.  “How’s your shoulder?”

“Okay, I... ummm...  Nicola sounds panicked.  The
line just cut off and...”  I met his eyes.  “She said something about
Sarah being in trouble and that my husband's there at my house.”

“Your husband?”

I nodded, shivered in the cold and chewed my nails, letting
Nicola’s words sink in.  “Brian, she sounded frightened.”

“Really?  You sure?”

I leaned against a wall, keyed my mobile and waited, but was
unable to reach either Nicola or Sarah to find out what the problem was. 
“I hope Sarah's not broken a leg or something in the snow.”  I circled the
battered car, thinking a moment, then stopped and stood rooted to the spot
replaying Nicola’s words.  “But why did she say 'he’s going after Sarah'? 
Who?  My husband?"  It certainly wasn’t another burglary attempt
if my husband was there, or she’d have said.

Brian wiped his oily hands on a rag.  "Must
be.  He is her step-dad and is probably trying to help.  He’s not
seen much of her lately, has he?  Skeletal visits, if that."

"Why wouldn't Sarah phone
me
if she's
hurt?  And why did Nicola sound scared?"  I looked to Brian for
answers, jittering with nerves.  "What does it mean?”  I closed
my eyes for a second, thinking hard.  “Nicola would not freak me out like
this unless something was wrong.  Maybe Sarah’s feeling sick and John's
going to help her because Nicola's been drinking or...”  I stomped in a
circle again.  My mind jumped backwards.  “Skeletons!”

“What?”

Dots soon began connecting.  “Oh, hell.  I've got
it all wrong."

He flicked his chin up.  "What?"

"If my husband is going after Sarah, and Nicola is
that
nervous..."  My voice deepened with dread.  "There's only
one thing it could be.”

“What?”

“John’s given me until tomorrow morning to agree to his
terms.”  I met Brian’s eyes.  Between searching for Claire and
crashing the car, it had slipped my mind.  “I...I didn’t think he’d go
through with it, but if I don’t sign the divorce papers...  Put it this
way, he’s threatened to nudge things along.  To force me to sign.”

“How?”

“He’s going to tell Sarah about her real dad to get what he
wants.” 

“About Michael?”

I gulped.  “Yes.”

This realisation put another huge spike in my already
tested-to-the-limit calm.  I should never have aired my secrets to John,
but then that's what married couples do - trust each other.  I kicked some
snow then faced Brian again.

His mouth gaped.  He understood.  "He’s her
step-dad.  Surely he wouldn’t be so cruel?  And why tell her
tonight?”

“I should have guessed he wasn’t bluffing.  The
bastard," I scoffed, staring at Brian’s stricken face.  “He’s had
enough.  Can’t wait ‘til morning and wants to get things wrapped up... in
his favour of course!  Thank goodness Sarah’s not at home tonight.”

Brian stared blankly. 

I thought I'd better enlighten him.  "John’s hurt
by the split and wants to punish me by taking the house and selling his half of
my business.  I can understand him lashing out at me, but not Sarah. 
He loves her, or so I thought.  I hoped that staying in the house would
help Sarah feel more safe and secure.  This split is really affecting
her.”

“He won’t say anything.  It's just a threat."

"Yes, it is.  He'll give me the chance to agree to
his terms first.  But if I don't..."

"John wouldn't sink that low, would he?”

“Like I said, he hinted about it last week.  I hope I’m
wrong, but he’s not been back to the house in ages, so it’s weird he turns up
tonight just before the deadline, huh?”

“Well... yes.  It is.”

“Oh, he’s definitely on my shit list now.  We need to
intercept him, or get to Sarah before he does.”  The truth would sting the
most mature of people, but it would devastate a thirteen-year-old girl to
discover that on the evening I discovered I was pregnant, her dad Michael was
so disturbed that he drank himself into oblivion and slipped off a train
platform to his death.  Sarah could never be allowed to know that news of
her coming into this world was the cause of him going out. 

Brian frowned.  "Can't you phone John and talk him
out of it?"

"He changed his number and withholds it when he
phones."

"Why don't you call his parents and get it from
them?"

Their precious son could do no wrong in their eyes. 
"I’ll try, but I suspect they’ll hang up on me.”  I pulled out my
mobile and dialed John’s parents.  They answered straight away and
although they would not give me his mobile number, they did agree to tell John
I’d give him the house in the divorce if he kept his mouth shut.  I saw no
other way out.  “It’s important you pass my message on straight away,” I
said to his mum.  “And he’s not to go anywhere near Sarah.”

Clearly irritated by hearing my voice, John’s mum agreed and
hung up.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and heaved a sigh. 
John was playing hardball to wind me up, and it sure was working.  What on
earth had attracted me to a man capable of shattering my daughter's heart to
make his feel better?  If John was a computer, I'd rearrange his circuitry
or upload a nasty little virus into him.  "I'll have to give him the
house.  I can’t think of anything else to bribe him with."

"Sarah loves that house."

"I know."  I did too.  “And my
business... oh.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?  I could have
helped.  I still can.”

“It’s my mess.” 

"Try not to panic.  We'll find a way out of
this."  He reached over and rubbed my back.  Brian could be so
caring and loyal at times, that I often wanted to ruffle his hair or hug him
or...  Brian would die before stabbing me in the back.  Why couldn’t
John be more like him?  I turned to face him.  I could not have asked
for a better male friend, but right now, I could not raise a smile to show
Brian how much I appreciated him.

Brian must have seen the anxiety on my face.  “Well, I
hate to say it, but I'm actually hoping that Sarah's sneaked out to meet her
friends."  He cupped my cheeks with both hands, brought his face
close enough that his breath warmed my face, and gazed tenderly.

Crikey! 
Wild surprise froze me to the
spot. 
Surely he isn’t about to...
I gulped and blushed
... Kiss
me.

“You’re really worried.  Do you really think John would
do this?”

I nodded.

“Over my dead body,” he said, snapping into action.  He
moved away and stared up and down the lane.  "The car’s a no
go.  It could take us an hour to walk down these winding roads or...”

“Or what?” I asked, the apprehension in his voice beating
the awkward, intimate moment out of my mind.

He took a deep breath.  “My climbing equipment is in
the boot since I packed early for the trip.”

I gulped.  “C-climbing?  You're not being
serious?” 

“Just hear me out.  The drop at the side of this road
leads to Aire street, right?  If we lower ourselves down, we’d reach the
bottom in minutes and get to—”

“Abseil?” I gasped out.

He nodded, clasped my hand and pulled me across the road to
where he peered over the edge.  “We can climb over this crash
barrier.  I’ll tie a rope around that tree and lower us down the cliff.”

I shrank into my coat.  “I can’t.”

“You won't fall.  We’ll do it in tandem.  Think of
me as your private instructor.”  He stepped in front of me, took both of my
hands in his and stared into my eyes again.  “It's the fastest way. 
We'll go get Claire, then use her car to drive to Sarah and stop John getting
anywhere near her.”

I gazed over his shoulder to where the pretty tree-lined
road gave way to a sheer face of frozen rock. 

He squeezed my hand.  "I know I promised no more
stunts, but if you really think that’s what John’s planning to do then we can’t
just sit here doing nothing.  If we wait to flag a car down, we could be
waiting for an hour up here.  I haven’t seen one for a while."

While I stood here with my stomach in knots, Sarah was
possibly moments away from hearing the news I'd shielded her from for thirteen
years.  Yes, I could have been wrong, but I couldn’t take the risk. 
I had to get to Sarah and keep her safe.  I swallowed my fear. 
“Okay.  Let’s do this.”

Brian dashed back to the car.  He pulled a bundle of
neatly coiled ropes and other climbing equipment out of the boot. "We'll
have to take everything.  This is a rough part of town.  With looters
around, who knows if they’ll be anything left of the car when I come back for
it."  

"Want a hand?"

"I've got it."  He slung the laptop bag over
his shoulder, pocketed his mobile phone, and then carried his climbing
equipment across the road.

After relieving myself of the urge to pee in the bushes,
Brian strapped me into a harness.  The horror I’d tried to push down, made
me shake all over again as he led me to the edge of the cliff – my version of
death row.  “Oh, God.”  As far as I was concerned, humans were born
with feet for a reason – to stand on solid ground.

After securing a rope around a chunky tree, he threw the
other end over the side and watched it uncoil while plummeting into the
darkness. 

He clipped the rope to my harness and helped me over the
barrier.  "Don't go anywhere," he said in a jovial tone that was
probably adopted to ease my nerves. 

Once at the cliff side of the safety barrier, I gripped the
metal post for dear life, my hands shaking, my body buzzing.  I couldn’t
look down.  I kept my eyes on Brian's crumpled car across the lane which
looked like it had a tree growing out of the back seat.  Boy, if luck
hadn’t been on our side during the crash...

Brian hooked a flashlight on his belt and climbed over to my
right side.  He clipped the rope to his harness and tugged, ensuring we
were both secure.  “Okay," he said while pressed shoulder to shoulder
against me.  “I’ll do all the work.  All you have to do is lean back,
let the rope take your weight and walk down the slope with me.”

Hugging the safety barrier, I plastered a smile on my
face.  “Great.”

Brian indicated my harness strap.  “Grip this.”

Every muscle in my body stiffened in protest.  “It’s so
bloody high.”

“It's not.  You'll be fine.  Go on.  Let go.”

I took a deep breath, and then, one gloved hand at a time, I
let go of the crash barrier and squeezed the safety strap.

“Ready?”

“Nope.”

Gripping the long rope, he raised his right arm.  The
rope suspending us slackened, and we began descending.  Step by step, he lowered
us several feet until the road at the top was just a peek above eye level.

“Try to relax.  You’re doing great,” he said,
soothingly, touching the rope in his hand to his bum, bringing us to a
stop.  “You make it look really easy.”

“Sure I do.”  I wanted to laugh at his blatant lie but
feared I'd lose hold of the strap. I closed my eyes and took a deep
breath. 
I’m not really here.  I’m somewhere else, not dangling
off a cliff in the dark, tensing muscles I didn’t even know I had.

Brian raised the rope again and the descent continued. 
Slowly, we walked backwards down the face.  My boots slipped on jutting
rocks as I felt my way down. 

“It works better if you lean back more,” he said.

With legs as weak as melting plastic, I forced myself to do
as he said until I was practically horizontal. 
Yikes.  Please
don’t let the rope break.

“Eyes forward.  Let me worry about looking down.”

I moved my foot a step lower, then slipped on a lump of iced
rock.  My stomach went airborne with panic as I spun away from
Brian.  “Oh shit.”  I banged my shoulder and then scraped my cheek
against the frozen rock face.  I yelled out. 

“Christa, stay calm.”

Something loosened underfoot as I flapped around, kicking my
feet, desperate to find a foothold.  Loose debris tumbled down, and I lost
my nerve.  “Oh, crap.  I can’t do this.”  My stomach
rolled.  I tightened my aching fingers around the strap while practically
kissing the rock face.

Brian pulled me closer to steady me.  “Take a
breather.  I’ve got you.  I won’t let you fall.”

I rested my head against his chest while snatching
breaths. 
I’ll kill John for this.
  My cheek stung and was
probably bleeding.

Brian gently spun me around to face him.  “You can do
this.”   He squeezed my waist.  “Do it for Sarah.  Now stop
being a wimp and get your lazy ass down this cliff!”

“A wimp?”
 
Whoa. 

“There’s only three metres left.”

“Is that all?”  I hadn’t dared look.

Despite his sharp words, the warm sensation of someone's
strong arm holding me, gave me a moment of respite.

We began to descend again.  Over a minute later, my
boots touched solid ground.  “Oh, thank goodness for that!  But you
lied.  It was more than three metres.  That confirms what I said
earlier about men and measurements.” 

Brian slid his arm along my shoulders and chuckled. 
“So sue me.”