by S. Young
“Get off!” Ari pushed at him, but he wouldn’t let go.
Charlie was there in seconds, having moved pretty fast for someone who’d been complaining about his hangover. He shoved Mel up against the door frame, his face scrunched up with anger.
“Hey, man, relax,” Mel laughed unsurely. “Me and your girl are just talking.”
Repulsed at the thought of her and Rickman coupled together, even in just a sentence, Ari balked. “Ugh—”
“Shut up, Ari,” Charlie growled, shoving Mel out of the door before turning to scramble for his things. He yanked on his shirt, stuffing his feet into his sneakers and reclaiming the cell she’d thrown at him. Glad that something had convinced him into action at least, Ari ignored the biting pain of his fingers curled around her upper arm as he dragged her out of the house.
She smiled as they stumbled down the porch steps and annoyance burned in his gaze when he caught her smug expression.
“Don’t.” He shook his head angrily, pale with the hangover. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”
“I think I got you out of there.”
He laughed bitterly. “Yeah, well, now I have nowhere to go.”
Ari sobered, thinking about the room back at the Creagh’s. So cold. So empty. Such a stark reminder of everything Charlie’s family had lost. Suddenly, she understood why he truly thought that. Sighing sadly, Ari nudged him with her shoulder. “Come on. I know a place.”
When she returned to her bedroom with a glass of water, a banana and some aspirin, Charlie was already out for the count. He lay sprawled across her comforter, his sneakers kicked off, his hands bunched up under her pillow, his pale face relaxed in sleep. Aching for him, Ari set the tray down on her bedside cabinet and scrawled out a note for him, telling him to take a shower when he woke up and to eat whatever he wanted.
She was late for school, but it beat sitting around waiting for Charlie to wake up. She was afraid when she got home he wouldn’t be there, but on the other hand, she didn’t know what she’d say to him if he woke up to find her still there.
All day Ari half-listened to her friends as Rachel went over the final list of things still needed for the party and as Staci and A.J. had their usual ‘cute’ disagreements. Instead, she pondered the fact that she had really messed this one up. For two years she’d had the opportunity to get Charlie the help he needed, to speak to an adult about what was really going on with him, to even talk to her dad. But she’d put it off and put it off, calling it a phase. And now Charlie was eighteen. He was on his own and Ari was just waiting for him to tell her he had dropped out of school. She could feel it coming.
Ari had to let him know she was there. Maybe she could convince him to talk to someone… like a therapist or something…
Maybe.
Although she doubted he’d go for it.
She had to make him talk.
She had to.
Somehow Ari had known that when she walked into her room, she would find the bed remade, the dishes gone from the side of the bed, and no trace of Charlie in the house. He was like a ghost. She sighed, dropping her bag to the ground. Her blood twisted in her veins, hot with frustration. Her computer chair rolled out away from her desk toward her. She flopped into it.
“Thanks, Ms. Maggie.”
Even her poltergeist was more real than Charlie.
Chapter 5
Can you party in the past?
Rachel’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Duff, were awesome. They hugged Ari close and congratulated her on graduating. They told her how proud they were of her and made sure she was in every photograph. When she stood up on the stage to collect her diploma, they’d cheered just as loudly for her as they had for their own daughter. Graduation hadn’t been so bad. Despite her own fears for the future, the atmosphere vibrated with so much excitement it was hard not to be positively affected by it.
Though Charlie should have been graduating with her.
She’d called him that morning, but he hadn’t answered. Feeling lonelier than ever, Ari had wandered into her dad’s room, picking up his favorite cologne and squirting a little into the air. As she’d glanced around his bedroom, she’d realized how bare it was of anything familial. Derek’s parents had died when he was eighteen, leaving him all alone in the world. Ari guessed that’s why he saw nothing wrong in leaving her alone. He didn’t mind the alone time, so he probably didn’t realize how much she minded it. There weren’t any photographs of her grandparents, nothing to give her any kind of connection to her lost family, and her dad never talked about them. He didn’t talk about a lot of stuff. Her eyes had fallen to the one photograph in the room, sitting on his bedside table. It was a picture of the two of them, hugging outside Disney world the summer she turned ten. They’d gone with Michelle, who had taken the photograph of them.
It had suddenly struck Ari as she stood there in a conservative white dress her dad would have loved, her hair pulled back in a French braid, pearls he’d bought for her sixteenth wrapped around neck, that she would be all alone at graduation. There would be no grandparents. No father.
No mother.
She’d never allowed herself to want a mother… but that morning, in that dress, getting ready to graduate, Ari realized how wonderful it would have been to have her mother there. She saw how Rachel was with her mom. They were as close as two people could be. They told each other everything.
Shaken at the out-of-the-blue yearning that had taken hold of her, Ari had fled from the room, hurrying downstairs to wait on the Duffs.
“Let me take a picture of just Rachel and Ari,” Mrs. Duff said. She’d been grinning non-stop for over an hour. Her good mood was infectious and Ari wrapped an arm around Rachel’s waist, pulling the shorter girl close for a photograph that would forever capture that one moment of contentedness on this momentous day. “Beautiful.” Mrs. Duff nodded, putting the camera down for the first time.
“My family’s ready to leave,” Staci said, sweeping over in her cap and gown, A.J. trailing at her back. She smiled sweetly at the Duffs. “Are you ready?”
The two families, plus Ari and A.J., were gathering together for a graduation lunch at Nellie’s on Main Street, the best burger place in Sandford Ridge. Staci’s mom wanted to go somewhere a little more upmarket, but the teens won the vote.
“Sure,” Mrs. Duff began. “Let me—”
Ari winced as her loud ringtone interrupted Mrs. Duff. “Sorry.” She pulled her cell out and answered at the sight of her caller ID. “Dad,” she chirped into the phone, so glad he hadn’t forgotten.
“Hey, sweetheart. Congratulations on graduating and happy birthday.”
“Thanks, Dad. We’re just going to lunch. Wish you were here.”
“Me too, kid.” He sighed heavily. “You got everything you need?”
The question sparked a riot of questions and longings. It was like graduation had flipped a switch inside her. Ari felt a wicked slice of pain across her chest and she took a deep breath, wandering away from her friends as she replied, “I don’t know.”
Sensing her tone, her father’s own grew clipped. “What’s happened? What’s the matter?”
“Nothing. I mean…” she glanced around, feeling lightheaded as she prepared to tell him. “I… just… I’ve been thinking about Mom today. Isn’t that weird?”
Derek exhaled. “Ari, she’s not your mom. She’s your mother and she left you. She has no right to this day.”
But you do! Where are you?
“I know. I just… it would have been nice to have family here.”
“Ari, are you trying to make me feel guilty? Because I already feel bad about missing your graduation.”
“No.” She trembled, trying to control the anger that built under her skin. She felt so off balance. One minute she had been fine… the next… she was this. “I was asking about my mother, that’s all, Dad. I just wanted to know what she was like.”
“Why now? It doesn’t make a difference. You’re eighte
en, you’ve gotten through life without her and you’ve never wanted her before and you certainly don’t need her now—”
“Dad—”
“I gotta go. Have a great birthday. I’ll speak to you soon.”
“Dad—”
The line went dead and Ari pulled the cell from her ear, shocked. She was still staring at it when Staci appeared before her, her dark eyes warm with concern. “You okay?”
Ari nodded shakily, trying to force a smile.
“Oh, Ari…” Staci reached out a comforting hand. “Forget about your dad. We’re here. Today we’re your family.”
It had been two years since Ari last cried. The last time had been at Mike’s funeral. Since then, she’d sort of decided that tears were only for when something hurt so much it changed you deep inside. Today she wanted to cry. But she wouldn’t. It had hurt… but she’d get through it.
Charlie finally showed at her party, already drunk, eyes vacant as he nodded a hello at her and wandered off to find a beer and talk to Brady Richards. Brady used to hang out with Charlie when he was going through his guitar phase when he was fifteen. She’d wanted to go to him, to ask him if he was alright, to be there for him as he grieved for his little brother on the second year anniversary of his death. But one minute he was there and the next he was gone. Now Ari couldn’t see him anywhere in the crowds downstairs. The house was full to bursting with the senior class, more juniors than she remembered inviting, and she suspected even a couple of sophomores. Music blared loudly out of her dad’s sound system in the living room, fighting with the TV and PlayStation to be heard as Nick and A.J. turned it up.
Having left Rachel in the kitchen with Staci, Ari did something that had niggled at her all afternoon during lunch. She’d thought she’d have time after the celebratory dinner at Nellie’s but she’d had to pick her car up from the garage and Rache and Staci had brought their outfits for the party with them and had insisted on going directly back to Ari’s to change and set up for the party. They had done a good job, lots of food, drink, sparkly decorations everywhere. Rache had piled up the birthday presents on the kitchen table and had taken over being hostess. Ari didn’t care. Her mind was upstairs in her dad’s room, where maybe a hidden photograph or possession of her mother’s could be found. Checking over her shoulder to make sure she had well and truly escaped Rache, Ari hurried into the hall, smiled at a junior she barely knew, and skipped up the stairs. She passed a couple of people, but everyone had been pretty good when Rache had announced the upstairs was off limits and anyone caught up there would be tried, judged, and punished. There was no one there, and as she shot a quick glance into her room, she was glad to see it was empty. Desperate now to start her search, to assuage this inexplicable need that had come out of nowhere, Ari picked up the pace.
She strode into her dad’s room with determination only to stall at the threshold.
She backed out quickly before the couple realized they’d been caught. Her feet somehow carried her to her room, even though it was like wading through thick tar, and she collapsed on the edge of her bed, her heart racing as the image of what she’d seen kept rolling across her vision.
She’d caught Charlie making out with a girl plenty of times.
That was the first time she’d caught him having sex with another girl… and in her father’s bed just to put a cherry on top of that shitty cake.
Ari wanted to throw up.
She made a harsh, choking noise.
The box of tissues on her bedside table slid toward her, and Ari shook her head. “Thanks Ms. Maggie,” she whispered. “But I will not cry over him. I won’t.” Even though it felt as if someone had punched a hole in her chest, reached inside, and raked their claws along her insides in malicious torture.
“Please tell me you are not talking to that poltergeist again.” Rachel grinned from her doorway.
“Her name’s Ms. Maggie.”
The smile dropped from Rachel’s face as she stepped into the room, glancing warily around. “Okay, I thought you guys were really kidding. If you’re serious that there’s a poltergeist living here, I may never come over to your house again.” She shuddered, jerking her head over her shoulder as if she had felt something behind her.
Ari would have laughed if she’d had it in her. “Ms. Maggie won’t hurt you.”
Rachel paled. “Seriously, Ari, it freaks me out. Stop?”
Taking pity on her friend, Ari nodded. “Sorry.”
They were quiet for a moment, each assessing the other. Finally, Rachel shook her head. “I don’t know what’s happened between ten minutes ago and now, but it can’t be good.”
“Charlie’s screwing some girl in my dad’s bed.”
Rachel blanched. “You saw?”
“Oh yeah.”
“I’m sorry.”
Ari shrugged numbly.
Sighing, Rachel slumped down next to her. She nudged her with her elbow. “You know you’re not in love with him, right?”
“What?” Ari shifted away from her.
“Oh come on, Ari. You’re not in love with that guy!” she gestured toward the door. “You’re in love with Charlie Creagh, sixteen-year-old cutie and all-around good guy. He’s not there anymore. I’m sorry, but he’s gone. And you have too much going for you to pine over a ghost. So will you please, please, get over him?”
The words tumbling out of Rachel’s mouth infuriated her for so many reasons, but mostly because Ari knew she loved Charlie. It wouldn’t hurt so much if she didn’t love him. Right? She shook her head. “You’re wrong.”
Rachel’s delicate jaw clenched, but she was silent. After a few seconds, she finally stood up, holding out her hand. “We’ll agree to disagree. But for now… you’re coming with me because your birthday surprise awaits you.”
Ari smiled despite it all. “What did you do?”
Rachel grinned. “You’ll see.”
“Uh… why is there a half-naked hot guy in my living room?”
Sitting on top of a table that was covered with a vibrant blue silk tablecloth with gold tassels on the end was some buff guy dressed as a… genie?
“Strike that. Why is there a genie in my living room?” Ari turned wide-eyed to Rachel, who grinned at their surprise guest; their surprise guest who at present was holding Staci’s palm and murmuring something to her. Behind Staci was a line of girls. The guys were scattered around the room, looking a little doubtful and pissed that someone had turned the Playstation off.
“He’s here to grant us all a wish.” Rachel clapped her hands together. “Isn’t it cool? We thought we’d get, like, a psychic or something, but we came across this guy. I tried to convince him he was really a stripper trapped in a genie’s body but he wasn’t having any of that so what’s left of his clothes will unfortunately stay on.”
Thank God, Ari blushed at the mere thought of having this super tall, buff man with the bald head and gold hoop earrings naked in her house. Her father would kill her. “Question,” she murmured, her eyes washing over his bright red harem pants and Arabic curly-toed slippers. “Since when does a genie do palm readings?”
Rachel shrugged. “Oh, he’s like a psychic too.”
“I see.”
“Birthday girl is here!” Rachel suddenly announced, grabbing her by the arm. “Make way, make way.” She pulled her to a stop, shoving Staci none-too-gently out of the way. “Here,” she said to the genie guy. “This is Ari. The birthday girl.”
When Ari finally stopped glaring at Rachel for shoving Staci, she turned to look up at the guy perched crossed-legged on the table. His dark eyes sucked her in and Ari lost her breath at the sudden feeling of intensity between them. His beautiful features tightened and he reached out to her, taking her hand without permission.
“I am Rabir. What wish may I grant beautiful Ari on this special day?”
She heard giggling all around, but Ari didn’t find it so funny with his abnormally feverish hand clasped around hers. His energy seemed to flow
into her, holding tight, begging her to make a wish as if it were life or death to him she did so.
“What do you wish for, Ari? Wish it inside, no words necessary, and I will make it a reality.”
Her conscious told her it was a lot of crap but her heart… her heart held on to this gimmick genie/psychic guy and it wished for something she had never even known she wanted until today.
I wish I could see my mother.
As soon as she thought it, the genie let go, a wicked smile stretching his lips. Ari stumbled at his expression, a spark of fiery red glinting in his eyes. He looked… evil.
That’s ridiculous. He’s not evil. Right? She narrowed her eyes, searching his expression for light. There was none.
She laughed nervously, shrugging it off, turning to Rachel.
“What did you wish?” Rachel grinned.
Ari took a few more steps back. “If I told you it won’t come true.”
“Oh boo you.” Her friend turned to the genie. “My turn!”
Feeling hot and thirsty, Ari snuck out of the room as the girls grew more animated about getting their wishes granted. She pulled the refrigerator door open and enjoyed the chill that wafted over her skin, trying to shake off the weird guy in her living room.
“Did you like your surprise?”
Nick. She shut the door and turned to him. “Typical Rachel to pull something this weird on my birthday.”
Nick chuckled. “The girls seem to like him.”
“That’s because Rabir is built and half-naked.”
He laughed. “Yeah.”
An awkward silence fell between them and Ari took a gulp of Diet Coke, hoping when she drew breath he’d go away. He didn’t. Still unsettled, Ari pulled out a chair and flopped down into it. “You enjoying the party?”
“I was until Rachel shut off the PlayStation.”
Ari snorted. “Yeah, sorry about that. When Rachel wants something done a certain way…”
“Yeah, I know, she was my lab partner this year.”