Taken by Storm by Angela Morrison
the secret latch, and
open sesame.
I can’t believe this.
Shhh. Come here.
We kneel at the dock’s edge.
His playmate bobs up, nods
squeaks and chatters.
I can’t contain a tiny squeal.
Excuse me—you’re not supposed—Michael?
a tan blond body packed
in a bikini top and boy shorts
flies at him, captures him,
glues itself all over my
guy.
she talks fast and cries
against his cheek
over Johnny, and
emails, and
drowning.
Sorry. she soaks up tears
with her fingertip.
I do this a lot. The dolphins
don’t mind. Damn, you’re pale.
I try hard not to hate her—even
when she turns to me with her arm
draped too low around him
and says, her fingertips drumming his thigh,
Hey, you guys cousins?
Girlfriend. Leesie.
Mandy. Nice to meet you.
she assesses my wild hair, jams,
my flat, bra-less t-shirt.
Hey, girl, you owe me—I
taught him everything
he knows.
I can’t smile at this girl,
who took him where I can’t,
make friends, pretend it’s all cool.
Gotta go, my dad, Michael’s gram,
memorial service. Prissy overload.
Right. Tomorrow. And we’re all diving
today.
diving?
Later, babe—at least he’s
talking to me now instead
of ogling her cleavage—
I’ll fill you in.
Her teeth glow, large and white
against her tan as they flash
in my direction.
Your dad? His gram?
Gotta cramp your . . . style.
My room’s yours anytime.
I panic to get out—the latch
sticks, pinches, traps—michael
flicks it open too easy, too practiced.
I can’t look at his face,
which reads way too clearly.
I just hang down my head
and flee.
MICHAEL’S DIVE LOG—VOLUME #8
After Leesie bolts, Mandy wrinkles up her nose, fits herself around me again. “She doesn’t seem like your type. Not like—”
“i need to go find her.” Especially with Mandy breathing hot on me like that. “She’s kind of sensitive about—”
“I’m sorry.” Mandy looses her grip. “You tell her she was your one and only?”
i back away, out of arm’s reach. “She’s a Mormon.”
“Enough said.” Mandy turns away, sits down on the dock next to the dolphin.
i run up the boardwalk and find Leesie sitting at one of the tables by the pool. i try to help her up, but she bats away my hand. “The next time we meet one of your old girlfriends, can I at least get dressed, brush my hair, maybe?”
“i had no idea she’d be there. She used to just come summers.”
“You’re going diving with her.”
“The club is diving today.” i close the distance between us. “She’s in the club. We’re going, too. You and me.”
Leesie eyes the water out past the resort’s protected beach. “Me?”
“That’s the cool part.” i put my arms around her. She’s tense. i rub her back while i explain. “i brought your gear. Mitch is going to meet us at the resort’s pool. You’ll like him. His ponytail’s as long as yours. He’ll run through the preliminaries for the resort course, and you get to actually strap on some tanks and scuba dive with me.”
i wish she would jump all over me, excited, like she was when she saw the dolphin, but she shakes her head.
“You’re rushing this, Michael.” She backs out of my embrace. “Please stay here with me.” She turns and studies the water. “I don’t want you to go off with that girl. She looks . . . hungry.”
i want to grab her, spin her around, and shake some sense into her, but i won’t win a fight. i move beside her, put my arm around her waist. “Babe”—she relaxes into me when i say that—“please. i’ll need you down there tomorrow. What happened to trusting me?”
“You’re right.” She lets me pull her into a hug. “I’m sorry.” She lets me kiss her. “I do trust you.”
i kiss her again. “You’re not acting like it.”
She buries her face in my shoulder. Doesn’t speak while i comb my fingers through her wild hair, trying to tame it just a bit. “Please, babe. You don’t know what it took to set this all up.”
She tips back her head and locks my eyes with hers. i sense terror behind her calm expression, but she whispers, “Okay, I’ll do it.”
i move in to celebrate, but she holds me off. “In case I don’t survive, I need to tell you something.” Her forehead knots up. She licks her lips. “More trust.” She swallows. “I got some news before we left on the trip.” She stares at the water again, then back at me. “Brigham Young University is offering me a four-year, full-tuition scholarship.”
My gut muscles get tight. “Why would they do that? You didn’t even apply.”
“I did.”
My grip on her tenses. “You said the place is impossible to get into. Are you that smart?”
She nods. “I kind of blew away the ACT.”
“You’re not going to take it, though, right?” i’m shaking my head, denying what she’s telling me. “That’s great that they want you, but i’m not a Mormon. i can’t go there.”
Leesie’s head drops.
“You are going to take it?”
She won’t meet my eyes.
“You’re leaving?”
“Not until August.” She still can’t look me in the eye.
i take her face in my hands and tip her head back so she has to see the pain that must show. It’s ripping all through me like an electric current. “You’ve known this all along?”
“Nothing was for sure.”
“All those times i held you and said i needed you, and you promised you’d never go anywhere”—i can barely speak around the stone lodged in my throat—“you were planning this?”
“I’ve dreamed of going to BYU my whole life. It’s my great escape.”
i let go of her at the sting of that. “From me?”
“Of course not. From Troy and his creeps, the small town where I’m trapped, my stupid brother. Not you. I planned this way before you. I do not want to escape you.” She clutches at the front of my shirt.
“Leesie.” My brain spins. My arms go back around her. i clutch, too. “You don’t need a scholarship. I’m going to be loaded. We can go anywhere you want. Name the school. i’ll do it.”
“They do let nonmembers into BYU.”
“Like that’s going to work. We both know what my GPA was like last semester.” In some distant life i took the SAT, visited a few campuses, talked about marine biology. i can dredge up college plans if that’s what Leesie wants. “Let’s find a school that works for both of us.”
“I worked harvest with my dad summers—saved every cent—killed myself at school—took the ACT three times to get that score.” She loosens her grip on me and her voice gets kind of dead. “You want me to give that up?”
“Look what i’ve given up for you. No sex since—”
“DeeDee?”
“Freak, Leese.”
“It’s not the same.”
“Yeah. It’s way worse.” How can i go back to the darkness of those days we were apart? “So you’re just going to abandon me?” My voice throbs.
“This is killing me. That’s why I didn’t tell you sooner.” She’s on the edge of tears. “I wanted to wait until the memorial was over and I could figure something out.” She’s clut
“That would last until some BYU do-gooder asks you out.”
“Now you need to give me some credit.” She lets go of me, smoothes down my T-shirt, and steps back.
“What am i supposed to do?” i take her hand, feel the scars on the back of it. My prints on her. The brand that says she’s mine and can’t leave. “Sit at Gram’s staring at the stupid crack in the wall?” i suck in fresh sea air, but the bitter taste of anger floats on the breeze.
“I think you’d like Seattle. The University of Washington is a great school. It’s not too late to apply.”
“i’m supposed to just go there by myself? i don’t think i can hack more school for a while. If i’m not going with you—”
“But you have to go to college.”
“Why?” The anger starts to tingle my fingertips and pop in my brain.
“I’m sure that’s what your parents want.”
i drop her hand—burned. “Don’t tell me what they want. They’re dead. They don’t want anything anymore.”
“They still want what’s best for you.” She tries to recapture my hand, but i pull it out of reach.
“Don’t go there, babe. Your heaven isn’t mine.”
Her face gets red. “Wouldn’t it be better if it was?”
“My parents are ash. Thanks to you, they’re mixed up with cement and molded into an artificial reef. We’re sinking them tomorrow. My parents are finished. i’m on my own.” My words echo in the pit of my guts as i realize i won’t even have Leesie.
“You’re wrong.” She won’t quit. “They still love you. They want you to be happy.”
“Just stop. No. If you’re so eager to ditch me, why don’t we start now.” i put my hands up to ward her off. “Stay away from me. Forget diving. Forget the whole damn thing. Stay away from the service. Keep your dad out, too. No way i want you guys there preaching at me. i’m trying to say goodbye.”
“I have to go. That’s why I came.”
“i thought you came for me.”
“You can’t mean this.” Her arms wrap around her stomach, and she’s hunched over like i hit her. “I know it will be hard when I leave”—her voice wavers and dissolves—“but we’ll figure it out.” Her face crumples.
Good. She can hurt, too. i want her to hurt more. i want to crush her right out of existence. “i’m going diving. Maybe you’re right about Mandy. Time i hang with a chick who appreciates what i can offer. She’ll enjoy how much i’ve improved.” i turn to leave.
Leesie doesn’t move. “You can’t just walk away.”
i spin around. “Why not?” i advance on her with all that anger flushing my face into a menace. “Isn’t that what you’re planning to do to me?”
She doesn’t back off. Meets my anger with, “Please, Michael. I love you.”
That doesn’t cool the blast. It just makes her desertion worse. Fuels the fire. Fans the flames. i bend over her, get smack in her face, and seethe, “Prove it,” into her crying eyes.
chapter 40
TEMPTATION
MICHAEL’S DIVE LOG—VOLUME #8
Leesie’s out, so we ditch the wimp beginner dive we were going to do and cruise up to the Spiegel Grove. Gutsy. Dangerous. Testosterone-pumping wreck dive. The club just bought scooters, and Mitch is eager to test them out. It’s so good to see these guys. The ones who booked too late to make the Belize trip or couldn’t get off work or didn’t have the cash. Survivors like me. Even Mandy.
i get an intense rush simply setting up my gear and testing a tank of nitrox. i hunker down on deck savoring the sea spray. This is what i came for. Forget Leesie. How could she lie to me again? Act so loving and tender and then wham, rip my heart out. Here i am dreaming of diving forever with her, and all along, she’s packing her bags.
Mandy enjoys being the only chick on the boat. She gets Mitch to set up her gear. She interrupts me testing my second tank. “Where’s Lisa?”
“Leesie.” i stumble over her name. “She doesn’t dive.”
“Too bad.”
“Yeah.” Really bad. i’m stuck toting around a bag of useless pink chick gear.
“Can you help me with this knot?” Mandy turns around and lifts her hair. “I’m going to work on my tan before i change.” She goes commando under her wet suit.
i stand up and work on the knot.
“I always tie it to tight.” She giggles.“Wouldn’t want anything falling out.”
We both know she’s famous for falling out.
My fingers are useless on the tiny knot and slippery strings. i bend down and loose it with my teeth. She smells familiar, slick with coconut tanning oil. “Thanks.” Her lips are close enough to my ear to bite. “Come on up when you’re ready.”
That’s Mandy. Never wastes time. i go back to my nitrox tank as she slinks around to the bow, holding her loose bikini top up with one hand.
Flesh. All i want. A few feet away. Waiting for me. And nobody’s going to call recess.
i fill in the nitrox log and pass the gauge on to Mitch. He looks at me like i just won the lottery.
i hook my first stage to the tank. Turn the gas on. Check my fill. Sit on the bench in front of my gear and reset my computer.
i finish.
Don’t move. Stare out at the ocean to where it curves into the horizon. No clouds in sight, and the swells are only a couple of feet. Calm for February.
Mandy on the bow, waiting, wanting me again—tugs on me like the current pulling on a moored sailboat we pass.
Trust. Respect. Predator.
No matter how angry i am with Leesie, how much i want to hurt her, how easy Mandy’s making it—i loathe that girl. i don’t want any kind of closeness with her. She took me too young, too far, too fast. Kicked me aside. Taught me, sure, but were her lessons worth the pain? How can she think i’d get tangled up in her tentacles again? Sure, it would soothe this rage Leesie brewed in my guts. Hurt Leesie worse than anything else i could do. Destroy everything there ever was or will be between us—
Do i really want that?
What about me?
i got to survive.
i turn my face up to the sun and salt spray and close my eyes. The roar of twin outboards remind why i’m here. i’m going to dive. Sink beneath the surface. Return to the world i’m drowning without. Will Isadore be waiting? i don’t care. She can come, too. i’m going under. Nothing else matters.
We get to the Grove, and i sit on the boat’s side and roll backward into the ocean. The current’s ripping. Knocks my mask off. The salt water stings my eyes and gets up my nose. Freak. Where’s the sweet embrace of my daydreams?
i fight to the back of the boat where Sammy hands me a yellow, torpedo-shaped scooter. i descend hanging tight to the line so the current doesn’t wash me away. Ten feet. Twenty. The vis sucks. i can barely make out the giant conning tower in the gloomy murk. Sadness wells up in me, and i have to stop. This was Dad’s favorite dive. What am i doing here without him?
i hang onto the line, frozen like an idiot. Mitch finds me, leads me to the group scootering down around the massive prop blades. i follow them across the decks. Memories chase me all the way. Mitch leads us out around the bow. The current hits us, but the scooters can hack it. We all begin broad U-turns to head back to the Grove.
Halfway through my turn, my BC’s inflator hose gets tangled in the prop of my scooter. i let go of the power button, and the scooter stops. Everybody else keeps going. It takes me about twenty seconds to untangle the hose.
When i look around, i’m in a desert of murky water and white sand. No divers. No wreck. The current swept me downstream while my scooter was off, and i’m living my dead-body nightmare—except Leesie’s gone. She’ll never pull me out again.
i scan the water like a crazy man. Where are the salmon riders hiding? i breathe in and out too quick. Not good at this depth. i c
Isadore pulls. My mother is screaming for me to come to her. And i stand on the deck. Ignoring her. A surge of regret threatens to sweep me downstream.
Let it go. Let it go. Isadore’s black oily voice is as enticing as Mandy’s. Come with me, Michael. I’m here.