Call Me Crazy by Quinn Loftis
“Yeah, but I didn’t tell her the part about Candy and going on our little field trip.”
“So what happened with Trey?” She asks, “Did he come back?”
I told her about how he stayed gone for three days and enjoyed her gasps
“That was such a butthead move,” she says, “but it definitely doesn’t rise to the level of asshat.”
I giggle and continue. But then I tell Natalie how he treated me the last three days we were together and she says that he is forgiven.
I’m getting to the difficult part and I’m not sure that I am ready to relive those feelings.
“Did you tell him you were leaving?” she asks and takes the choice right out of my hands.
I shake my head, “I would have had to tell him the truth. Nat, you don’t understand how amazing it was for someone to treat me like a normal person.”
Her face falls and I realize how my words sound.
“No, I didn’t mean that you don’t. You totally do. You’ve been great. It’s just that he isn’t tainted by the memory of what I looked like, you know, on that day.” I grind my teeth and stuff the memories back into the cage. Dr. Stacey has been pulling them out gradually, but I keep the ones we haven’t dealt with safely locked up in that place in my mind, that place we all have and that we all avoid.
She reaches over and takes my hand and gives me a reassuring smile, “I get it. He’s your ‘you had me at hello’ guy.” I smile at the reference she uses to describe what she believes is another person’s soul mate. I don’t know what I believe, but I know that what Zeke said was true. Trey was a once in a lifetime kind of love.
“I left him a letter,” I look up at her and then back down at my hands. I realize that the sleeves of my shirt have ridden up a little and Nat hasn’t once looked at them. I tug the sleeves back down anyway.
“Go on; give me the cliff notes of that, as well,” she says as she motions with her hand for me to continue.
“I told him what he means to me and what our relationship did for me. He gave me hope, Nat. Hope that I can have normal relationships that I can live, really live. And I told him that I love him.”
There are tears in her eyes. “That’s the most beautiful thing ever. You could totally make a movie about it. And it would be awesome, accept for the lead chick who is a dumb ass.”
Okay, not what I was expecting.
“What?”
“If he is as wonderful as you say he is, he would still have wanted you. He doesn’t sound like the type to judge. And it sounds like he was good for you and in case you forgot, you don’t have a whole lot of good in your life right now. I mean, I’m it, Tally and I love you with all my heart, but I won’t be enough.”
I think back on Dr. Stacey’s words. “The medication is only ten percent of controlling the disease. The other ninety percent is you choosing to fight.” The sound of her voice is so clear in my head it’s as if she is sitting right in front of me. “Tally, bipolar disorder is something you have, not something you are. You control it, not the other way around and the way to do that is to keep people around you who can help you see signs that your sliding too far one direction or the other.”
“You’re right, Nat,. I know you love me, but I’m going to need more than one person.”
“Correction, Batgirl, we are going to need more people. We are a package deal, okay? Well, except for guys.”
That makes me laugh.
“Tally,” her voice is softer now, “I need you to know something.”
“Okay, it can’t be worse than what I’ve been through, so quit worrying, and just tell me.” I try to sound light hearted to ease her nerves.
“Dr. Stacey called me at the beginning, when you went to Mercy. You’re parents gave her permission to talk to me. She told me that she wanted me to considerably limit visits and phone calls. I didn’t like it, but she explained that even though we are best friends and she knows that I don’t see you any differently. At that point, I was a reminder of what had happened and who had been there. She just wanted the best for you. That’s why I didn’t call much or come see you.” She looks at me and I know she is waiting to see if I’m going to be upset.
“I was never angry at you about not coming around much. I figured you were working and busy and that was okay. I didn’t expect your life to go on pause just because mine did.”
She lets out a relieved breath. We both become statues as we hear the garage door opening. My parents are finally home. Woo-hoo.
“Just so you know, I’m staying tonight, even if they don’t like it.” Nat snaps, though I know it’s not directed at me.
“Thank yous” just don’t seem adequate anymore, but I say it anyway.
I hear the familiar click of my mom’s heals on the stairs and my dad’s deep voice as well. Wonderful, they’ve decided to make a dual appearance. I sit up and the tension that Nat had helped relieve was back in full force. My spine is straight, my chin jutted forward, and my lips stretched in a thin line across my face. I imagine if my eyes could shoot lasers, now would be the time they would be fully operational. There is a small tap on the door and then it opens as usual, without my saying to come in.
I see my mom’s face first and a small part of me wants to run to her and beg her to never leave. But that part was smaller than the part telling me to protect myself from rejection.
She smiles, and for a slight moment, I think I see fear in her eyes. Then she opens her arms. It would be rude not to hug her so I get up and let her wrap her arms around me. To my surprise, it is a fierce hug, like she’s trying to convey to me what she can’t say with words. When she finally lets go of me, I see that she has put her mask back on. The ‘we are a perfect family, no crazy daughters live here’ mask. My dad steps around to stand beside her and I can see that he is uncomfortable. He shifts from side to side on his feet and looks everywhere but at me.
“We’re glad that you’re here.” He says.
I look behind me at Nat and then back to my dad. I can’t really figure out if he’s talking to me or her.
“Er, I’m glad to be here?” I say though it comes out more as a question.
“How are you feeling?” my mom asks tentatively and I wonder if she’s worried that I’m going to suddenly start screaming that the voices are telling me to write ‘red rum’ in red lipstick on the mirror.
“I’m alright,” I finally say honestly, and realize that in that moment it’s true. Ask me in five minutes and my answer might change.
“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Baker,” Nat says cheerily from behind me. “I think it’s great that Tally is home. I’ll probably be spending a lot of time with her, since we have school starting in a little over a week. We’re going to be planning evacuation plans and crisis intervention times. Just a little planning ahead.”
I’m biting my cheek so hard to keep from laughing, but it is extremely difficult. From the seriousness in Nat’s tone to the look of utter shock on my parent’s faces, really, it’s a moment I wish could be captured on film.
“She’s kidding, Mom,” I say, trying to sound flippant about the whole thing.
“You are welcome here for as long as you want, Natalie.” My mom smiles and my dad just sort of mumbles his agreement. “Okay, well we don’t want to intrude. Is there anything you need, Tally, anything we can get you?”
She’s trying, I tell myself. Cut her some slack. She’s my bloody mother, she shouldn’t have to try. It should just come naturally, I argue. Great, now I’m arguing with myself while others are in the room. Way to show that you’re sane, Tal.
“Thanks, Mom, but I think I’m good.”
“Oh, alright. We’ll just leave you to it then.” As my mom is closing the door behind them, I hear her whisper to my dad, “You could have said something more.” I don’t hear his reply, nor do I think I want to.
“So where were we?” Nat asks as soon as the door is shut.
“Well, according to you we are devising ways to insure that I don’t let my alter ego
loose on unsuspecting students and faculty.”
“Oh, that. Naw, no worries there. We were talking about Trey. Tall, delicious, going to get him back, Trey.”
I’m already shaking my head before she even finishes her sentence. “Nope. I’ve already told you why I can’t. Not to mention, I don’t even know where he lives.”
“Maybe not, but you know where he goes every day. Not to mention, did you find out if he is in our senior class?”
My insides immediately freeze. “He’s eighteen. He’s done with school.”
Nat frowns, “Is that what he told you?”
“N-n-not exactly.” I stutter realizing the mistake I made.
“Then what did he tell you?”
“Oh, crap,” I groan. “He told me his age, but never if he was in school. I told him I was going to be a senior. I just assumed that since he was eighteen,”
“You know what assuming does…,” Nat starts.
“I know that if you finish that statement you’re going to get a boot in your mouth.” Or a dollar in the jar, I think.
She laughs. My threats have never accomplished their intended goal with Nat. Probably because she knows I would never follow through, at least not with her.
“Okay, so here’s what we know,” she raises her hand, “you’ve met your match,” ticks off a finger, “you want him, he wants you,” tick, “said match quite possibly will be joining us in our senior year.”
“That about sums up the coming disaster,” I say as I lay flat on my bed and cover my eyes with my arm. “My only hope is that he is already graduated, or that my parents suddenly decide to move.”
“Not happening while I’m still breathing,” Nat says dryly. “What are you going to do when he shows up on the first day of school?”
“What I do best,” I peek out at her from under my arm, “flight.”
She shakes her head at me, “Not this time, Tally. This time you are going to stay and fight. You deserve something good, and good things come to those who fight.”
“I thought it was good things come to those who wait?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. The point is you aren’t going to crawl in a hole and lick your wounds or become a chicken just because you’ve had some tough things happen.”
“When the hell did you become the voice of reason?” I grumble.
“When you went bat shit crazy.”
A small smile lifts my lips, “Oh, yeah. Good point.”
Chapter 13
“I don’t have anything profound or eye–opening to say. What I feel right now is very simple, but very painful. I miss her; I want to see her, I want to know she’s okay, I need to know she’s okay.” ~Trey
“Tomorrow I won’t be by until the afternoon, Mom,” I tell her as I sit next to her in the rec room of MPF, “remember, because I start school.”
She nods but her eyes are blank. The nurse told me that she had a rough night and it was blaringly obvious in the exhaustion written across her face.
“You’re sad,” she tells me, and it’s something she has said every day this week.
“Just got a lot on my mind.”
She reaches over and pats my hand. “She will come back to you.”
I smile at her though I know it doesn’t show in my eyes, because the eyes are the window to the soul and my soul is lost.
“Mom, are you okay?”
She looks away from me and I watch as she mumbles something under her breath, but she isn’t speaking to me. She isn’t speaking to anyone I can see. I reach out and take her hand. She jumps a little, but doesn’t pull it away. I sit two feet from my mother, but she is in another world in her mind; a world I can’t enter and a world that she can’t seem to escape.
“Can you hang in there for me? Just let the doctors get your medicine worked out.” I know that my words aren’t getting through. She looks up suddenly and she looks frightened.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” she says.
“Mom, who are you talking to?” I ask gently.
“They’re back,” she whispers. “They followed me here and I’ve been ignoring them. I promise, Trey. But I’m so tired.”
She won’t let me pull her close so I just hold her hand and sit with her; to let her know that I’m real, and I’m with her and not going anywhere. She clings to my hand and I watch as she shakes, staring at nothing and being terrified of it. I see the nurse out of the corner of my eye and know that they are going to give her a sedative before she becomes too upset.
I lean close to her ear before they give her the shot and whisper, “You aren’t alone, no matter what they tell you. I love you and need you here with me. Remember that.”
I think she nods, or maybe it’s just that I hope it so badly that it’s what my mind tells me I see. Maybe her mind isn’t the only upon which tricks are being played.
~
As I walk down the hall towards the front desk, I hear my name, or one of the names Candy claims is mine.
“Tonto,” she grins as I turn and I see her walking up the hall towards me. She’s wearing the hospital issued scrubs, but instead of shoes, she has on slippers that look like sharks. She looks down at her feet and then back up at me. “It really wigs them out when I start singing the Jaws theme music.”
I smile at her and for a brief moment, feel a small amount of relief because being near Candy makes me feel close to Tally. Crazy, yes, but then look where I’m standing.
“How’s your mom doing?” she asks. It feels weird for her to ask such a normal question without adding a typical Candy tag to it.
“Today’s not a good day,” I tell her honestly.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“At the risk of sounding like a pathetic loser,” I grin halfheartedly, “have you… heard from Tally, that is.”
She’s shaking her head before I even finish, “I haven’t heard from her. I wish I could tell you I have. Turns out I miss the brat.”
“She’s not really your niece is she?”
Candy looks away from me, but I see the truth. “Trey…”
“It can’t be good Candy if you’re calling me by my given name.”
She smiles at me and for a second the half crazed look in her eyes is gone. “I’ll always claim her as mine. She’s a good kid and she just got dealt a lousy set of cards. She’s young, though, and that means she is going to be able to make the best hand out of what she’s got.”
I don’t know what to say to that because I don’t really understand what she’s saying. So I just nod. I tell her I’ll see her around and as I’m walking away she yells, “Tell her I said ‘hi’ and she better come visit her aunt.”
“I don’t know when I’ll see her, Candy,” I tell her as I turn, walking backwards as I look at her.
“Don’t worry, you will.”
By the time I’m in my truck, I’m running my conversation with Candy through my mind, replaying every look, every move and twitch, every word trying to decipher if there was some hidden meaning in it. With Candy, you just never know.
The only thing I know for sure is that Tally is not Candy’s niece and they are both hiding something important from me.
I drove out to the Taggert’s to put in my last full night. Mr. Taggert had told me that I could still work for him, to just let him know my schedule once I started school. I was thankful because I really did not want to have to look for another job, not to mention I really like what I did, even if most would consider it hard, dirty work. It paid the bills and kept me in shape.
When I got home, it was late and my grandmother was already in bed. She left a note for me saying there was a plate of food for me in the fridge and to make sure I ate and got to bed since tomorrow was my first day of school. I smiled at the fact that she sometimes still treated me like I was a kid and not eighteen. Although yes, tomorrow was the first day at a new school, it was the least of my worries.
By the time I ate, cleaned up, and showered, I was ready to crash. I lay
down and closed my eyes and though I fell asleep almost immediately the last thing I saw in my mind was her face… her beautiful, sad face.
~
The first thing I notice when I walk into Broken Arrow High School is that I’m going to stand out. Not just because of my traditional Native American look with my long, dark hair and jewelry, but also because of my six foot three height. Thankfully no one seems to pay much attention to me as I walk past and into the office. Part of that I attribute to the fact that I am several hours late. My mother had been hysterical all night and the hospital called, so I went and sat with her most of the night and into the morning. Sometimes just hearing my voice was enough to calm her down, sometimes not. So, I had called the school and they had been very understanding. Of course, what are they going to say when your excuse is because your mother is in a mental hospital?
I step into the office and a woman who looked to be in her thirties, though dressed as if she was one of the teenage students, was standing behind the counter. I walk up and the smile she gives me makes me feel like I need a shower. Yeah, it was that bad.
“I’m Trey Swift. I need to get my schedule.” I don’t elaborate more than that simply because I want to get out of the office as quickly as I can. For a second as she stares at me, I think she just might reach across the counter and run a finger down my chest.
“Um, ma’am?” It must be the ma’am that snaps her out of her stupor. She frowns at me. Yep, it’s the ma’am. I smile coolly. “My schedule?”
“Right, Trey.” Her voice is high and nasally and reminds me of the woman who played the nanny on some sitcom.
“I’m Liza French. You can call me Liza.” She pronounces her name as Lee-za and says it with a little too much tongue flapping around. I’m pretty sure she’s going for sexy, but really, it could also be that she has a lisp. Her shoulder length bleach blonde hair looks as if she has sprayed a can of hair spray on it while holding her head upside down. And although she may have been pretty, it was hard to tell under her war paint she was trying to pass off as make-up.
“So what happened with Trey?” She asks, “Did he come back?”
I told her about how he stayed gone for three days and enjoyed her gasps
“That was such a butthead move,” she says, “but it definitely doesn’t rise to the level of asshat.”
I giggle and continue. But then I tell Natalie how he treated me the last three days we were together and she says that he is forgiven.
I’m getting to the difficult part and I’m not sure that I am ready to relive those feelings.
“Did you tell him you were leaving?” she asks and takes the choice right out of my hands.
I shake my head, “I would have had to tell him the truth. Nat, you don’t understand how amazing it was for someone to treat me like a normal person.”
Her face falls and I realize how my words sound.
“No, I didn’t mean that you don’t. You totally do. You’ve been great. It’s just that he isn’t tainted by the memory of what I looked like, you know, on that day.” I grind my teeth and stuff the memories back into the cage. Dr. Stacey has been pulling them out gradually, but I keep the ones we haven’t dealt with safely locked up in that place in my mind, that place we all have and that we all avoid.
She reaches over and takes my hand and gives me a reassuring smile, “I get it. He’s your ‘you had me at hello’ guy.” I smile at the reference she uses to describe what she believes is another person’s soul mate. I don’t know what I believe, but I know that what Zeke said was true. Trey was a once in a lifetime kind of love.
“I left him a letter,” I look up at her and then back down at my hands. I realize that the sleeves of my shirt have ridden up a little and Nat hasn’t once looked at them. I tug the sleeves back down anyway.
“Go on; give me the cliff notes of that, as well,” she says as she motions with her hand for me to continue.
“I told him what he means to me and what our relationship did for me. He gave me hope, Nat. Hope that I can have normal relationships that I can live, really live. And I told him that I love him.”
There are tears in her eyes. “That’s the most beautiful thing ever. You could totally make a movie about it. And it would be awesome, accept for the lead chick who is a dumb ass.”
Okay, not what I was expecting.
“What?”
“If he is as wonderful as you say he is, he would still have wanted you. He doesn’t sound like the type to judge. And it sounds like he was good for you and in case you forgot, you don’t have a whole lot of good in your life right now. I mean, I’m it, Tally and I love you with all my heart, but I won’t be enough.”
I think back on Dr. Stacey’s words. “The medication is only ten percent of controlling the disease. The other ninety percent is you choosing to fight.” The sound of her voice is so clear in my head it’s as if she is sitting right in front of me. “Tally, bipolar disorder is something you have, not something you are. You control it, not the other way around and the way to do that is to keep people around you who can help you see signs that your sliding too far one direction or the other.”
“You’re right, Nat,. I know you love me, but I’m going to need more than one person.”
“Correction, Batgirl, we are going to need more people. We are a package deal, okay? Well, except for guys.”
That makes me laugh.
“Tally,” her voice is softer now, “I need you to know something.”
“Okay, it can’t be worse than what I’ve been through, so quit worrying, and just tell me.” I try to sound light hearted to ease her nerves.
“Dr. Stacey called me at the beginning, when you went to Mercy. You’re parents gave her permission to talk to me. She told me that she wanted me to considerably limit visits and phone calls. I didn’t like it, but she explained that even though we are best friends and she knows that I don’t see you any differently. At that point, I was a reminder of what had happened and who had been there. She just wanted the best for you. That’s why I didn’t call much or come see you.” She looks at me and I know she is waiting to see if I’m going to be upset.
“I was never angry at you about not coming around much. I figured you were working and busy and that was okay. I didn’t expect your life to go on pause just because mine did.”
She lets out a relieved breath. We both become statues as we hear the garage door opening. My parents are finally home. Woo-hoo.
“Just so you know, I’m staying tonight, even if they don’t like it.” Nat snaps, though I know it’s not directed at me.
“Thank yous” just don’t seem adequate anymore, but I say it anyway.
I hear the familiar click of my mom’s heals on the stairs and my dad’s deep voice as well. Wonderful, they’ve decided to make a dual appearance. I sit up and the tension that Nat had helped relieve was back in full force. My spine is straight, my chin jutted forward, and my lips stretched in a thin line across my face. I imagine if my eyes could shoot lasers, now would be the time they would be fully operational. There is a small tap on the door and then it opens as usual, without my saying to come in.
I see my mom’s face first and a small part of me wants to run to her and beg her to never leave. But that part was smaller than the part telling me to protect myself from rejection.
She smiles, and for a slight moment, I think I see fear in her eyes. Then she opens her arms. It would be rude not to hug her so I get up and let her wrap her arms around me. To my surprise, it is a fierce hug, like she’s trying to convey to me what she can’t say with words. When she finally lets go of me, I see that she has put her mask back on. The ‘we are a perfect family, no crazy daughters live here’ mask. My dad steps around to stand beside her and I can see that he is uncomfortable. He shifts from side to side on his feet and looks everywhere but at me.
“We’re glad that you’re here.” He says.
I look behind me at Nat and then back to my dad. I can’t really figure out if he’s talking to me or her.
“Er, I’m glad to be here?” I say though it comes out more as a question.
“How are you feeling?” my mom asks tentatively and I wonder if she’s worried that I’m going to suddenly start screaming that the voices are telling me to write ‘red rum’ in red lipstick on the mirror.
“I’m alright,” I finally say honestly, and realize that in that moment it’s true. Ask me in five minutes and my answer might change.
“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Baker,” Nat says cheerily from behind me. “I think it’s great that Tally is home. I’ll probably be spending a lot of time with her, since we have school starting in a little over a week. We’re going to be planning evacuation plans and crisis intervention times. Just a little planning ahead.”
I’m biting my cheek so hard to keep from laughing, but it is extremely difficult. From the seriousness in Nat’s tone to the look of utter shock on my parent’s faces, really, it’s a moment I wish could be captured on film.
“She’s kidding, Mom,” I say, trying to sound flippant about the whole thing.
“You are welcome here for as long as you want, Natalie.” My mom smiles and my dad just sort of mumbles his agreement. “Okay, well we don’t want to intrude. Is there anything you need, Tally, anything we can get you?”
She’s trying, I tell myself. Cut her some slack. She’s my bloody mother, she shouldn’t have to try. It should just come naturally, I argue. Great, now I’m arguing with myself while others are in the room. Way to show that you’re sane, Tal.
“Thanks, Mom, but I think I’m good.”
“Oh, alright. We’ll just leave you to it then.” As my mom is closing the door behind them, I hear her whisper to my dad, “You could have said something more.” I don’t hear his reply, nor do I think I want to.
“So where were we?” Nat asks as soon as the door is shut.
“Well, according to you we are devising ways to insure that I don’t let my alter ego
“Oh, that. Naw, no worries there. We were talking about Trey. Tall, delicious, going to get him back, Trey.”
I’m already shaking my head before she even finishes her sentence. “Nope. I’ve already told you why I can’t. Not to mention, I don’t even know where he lives.”
“Maybe not, but you know where he goes every day. Not to mention, did you find out if he is in our senior class?”
My insides immediately freeze. “He’s eighteen. He’s done with school.”
Nat frowns, “Is that what he told you?”
“N-n-not exactly.” I stutter realizing the mistake I made.
“Then what did he tell you?”
“Oh, crap,” I groan. “He told me his age, but never if he was in school. I told him I was going to be a senior. I just assumed that since he was eighteen,”
“You know what assuming does…,” Nat starts.
“I know that if you finish that statement you’re going to get a boot in your mouth.” Or a dollar in the jar, I think.
She laughs. My threats have never accomplished their intended goal with Nat. Probably because she knows I would never follow through, at least not with her.
“Okay, so here’s what we know,” she raises her hand, “you’ve met your match,” ticks off a finger, “you want him, he wants you,” tick, “said match quite possibly will be joining us in our senior year.”
“That about sums up the coming disaster,” I say as I lay flat on my bed and cover my eyes with my arm. “My only hope is that he is already graduated, or that my parents suddenly decide to move.”
“Not happening while I’m still breathing,” Nat says dryly. “What are you going to do when he shows up on the first day of school?”
“What I do best,” I peek out at her from under my arm, “flight.”
She shakes her head at me, “Not this time, Tally. This time you are going to stay and fight. You deserve something good, and good things come to those who fight.”
“I thought it was good things come to those who wait?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. The point is you aren’t going to crawl in a hole and lick your wounds or become a chicken just because you’ve had some tough things happen.”
“When the hell did you become the voice of reason?” I grumble.
“When you went bat shit crazy.”
A small smile lifts my lips, “Oh, yeah. Good point.”
Chapter 13
“I don’t have anything profound or eye–opening to say. What I feel right now is very simple, but very painful. I miss her; I want to see her, I want to know she’s okay, I need to know she’s okay.” ~Trey
“Tomorrow I won’t be by until the afternoon, Mom,” I tell her as I sit next to her in the rec room of MPF, “remember, because I start school.”
She nods but her eyes are blank. The nurse told me that she had a rough night and it was blaringly obvious in the exhaustion written across her face.
“You’re sad,” she tells me, and it’s something she has said every day this week.
“Just got a lot on my mind.”
She reaches over and pats my hand. “She will come back to you.”
I smile at her though I know it doesn’t show in my eyes, because the eyes are the window to the soul and my soul is lost.
“Mom, are you okay?”
She looks away from me and I watch as she mumbles something under her breath, but she isn’t speaking to me. She isn’t speaking to anyone I can see. I reach out and take her hand. She jumps a little, but doesn’t pull it away. I sit two feet from my mother, but she is in another world in her mind; a world I can’t enter and a world that she can’t seem to escape.
“Can you hang in there for me? Just let the doctors get your medicine worked out.” I know that my words aren’t getting through. She looks up suddenly and she looks frightened.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” she says.
“Mom, who are you talking to?” I ask gently.
“They’re back,” she whispers. “They followed me here and I’ve been ignoring them. I promise, Trey. But I’m so tired.”
She won’t let me pull her close so I just hold her hand and sit with her; to let her know that I’m real, and I’m with her and not going anywhere. She clings to my hand and I watch as she shakes, staring at nothing and being terrified of it. I see the nurse out of the corner of my eye and know that they are going to give her a sedative before she becomes too upset.
I lean close to her ear before they give her the shot and whisper, “You aren’t alone, no matter what they tell you. I love you and need you here with me. Remember that.”
I think she nods, or maybe it’s just that I hope it so badly that it’s what my mind tells me I see. Maybe her mind isn’t the only upon which tricks are being played.
~
As I walk down the hall towards the front desk, I hear my name, or one of the names Candy claims is mine.
“Tonto,” she grins as I turn and I see her walking up the hall towards me. She’s wearing the hospital issued scrubs, but instead of shoes, she has on slippers that look like sharks. She looks down at her feet and then back up at me. “It really wigs them out when I start singing the Jaws theme music.”
I smile at her and for a brief moment, feel a small amount of relief because being near Candy makes me feel close to Tally. Crazy, yes, but then look where I’m standing.
“How’s your mom doing?” she asks. It feels weird for her to ask such a normal question without adding a typical Candy tag to it.
“Today’s not a good day,” I tell her honestly.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“At the risk of sounding like a pathetic loser,” I grin halfheartedly, “have you… heard from Tally, that is.”
She’s shaking her head before I even finish, “I haven’t heard from her. I wish I could tell you I have. Turns out I miss the brat.”
“She’s not really your niece is she?”
Candy looks away from me, but I see the truth. “Trey…”
“It can’t be good Candy if you’re calling me by my given name.”
She smiles at me and for a second the half crazed look in her eyes is gone. “I’ll always claim her as mine. She’s a good kid and she just got dealt a lousy set of cards. She’s young, though, and that means she is going to be able to make the best hand out of what she’s got.”
I don’t know what to say to that because I don’t really understand what she’s saying. So I just nod. I tell her I’ll see her around and as I’m walking away she yells, “Tell her I said ‘hi’ and she better come visit her aunt.”
“I don’t know when I’ll see her, Candy,” I tell her as I turn, walking backwards as I look at her.
“Don’t worry, you will.”
By the time I’m in my truck, I’m running my conversation with Candy through my mind, replaying every look, every move and twitch, every word trying to decipher if there was some hidden meaning in it. With Candy, you just never know.
The only thing I know for sure is that Tally is not Candy’s niece and they are both hiding something important from me.
I drove out to the Taggert’s to put in my last full night. Mr. Taggert had told me that I could still work for him, to just let him know my schedule once I started school. I was thankful because I really did not want to have to look for another job, not to mention I really like what I did, even if most would consider it hard, dirty work. It paid the bills and kept me in shape.
When I got home, it was late and my grandmother was already in bed. She left a note for me saying there was a plate of food for me in the fridge and to make sure I ate and got to bed since tomorrow was my first day of school. I smiled at the fact that she sometimes still treated me like I was a kid and not eighteen. Although yes, tomorrow was the first day at a new school, it was the least of my worries.
By the time I ate, cleaned up, and showered, I was ready to crash. I lay
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The first thing I notice when I walk into Broken Arrow High School is that I’m going to stand out. Not just because of my traditional Native American look with my long, dark hair and jewelry, but also because of my six foot three height. Thankfully no one seems to pay much attention to me as I walk past and into the office. Part of that I attribute to the fact that I am several hours late. My mother had been hysterical all night and the hospital called, so I went and sat with her most of the night and into the morning. Sometimes just hearing my voice was enough to calm her down, sometimes not. So, I had called the school and they had been very understanding. Of course, what are they going to say when your excuse is because your mother is in a mental hospital?
I step into the office and a woman who looked to be in her thirties, though dressed as if she was one of the teenage students, was standing behind the counter. I walk up and the smile she gives me makes me feel like I need a shower. Yeah, it was that bad.
“I’m Trey Swift. I need to get my schedule.” I don’t elaborate more than that simply because I want to get out of the office as quickly as I can. For a second as she stares at me, I think she just might reach across the counter and run a finger down my chest.
“Um, ma’am?” It must be the ma’am that snaps her out of her stupor. She frowns at me. Yep, it’s the ma’am. I smile coolly. “My schedule?”
“Right, Trey.” Her voice is high and nasally and reminds me of the woman who played the nanny on some sitcom.
“I’m Liza French. You can call me Liza.” She pronounces her name as Lee-za and says it with a little too much tongue flapping around. I’m pretty sure she’s going for sexy, but really, it could also be that she has a lisp. Her shoulder length bleach blonde hair looks as if she has sprayed a can of hair spray on it while holding her head upside down. And although she may have been pretty, it was hard to tell under her war paint she was trying to pass off as make-up.