The Melody of Light
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Table of Contents
Synopsis
By the Author
Acknowledgments
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
About the Author
Soliloquy Titles From Bold Strokes Books
Synopsis
Siblings Riley and Aidan Gordon are survivors. Together, they survived an abusive childhood, and when a fiery accident incinerates all they have—except for each other—they survive that, too. The tragedy leaves them with burdens and pain beyond their years, but it also sets them free to forge their own paths. Aidan’s road to happiness seems smooth and carefree. But Riley continues to struggle, her only saving grace being a passion for music that helps soothe her damaged soul. As their paths diverge and college looms, Riley will have to depend less on Aidan and more on herself. Fear of failure drives her, but will finding love derail her single-minded determination to succeed, or will it open the door to the family she’s always wanted?
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Editors: Lynda Sandoval and Cindy Cresap
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By the Author
Who I Am
Pride and Joy
The Melody of Light
Acknowledgments
I would like to thank Radclyffe and the rest of the Bold Strokes Books community for welcoming me into their ranks and offering encouragement and support. Thanks, as always, go to the greatest editor a fellow cat-lover could hope to have, Lynda Sandoval. Thanks also go to Cindy Cresap and everyone else involved in the publication of this book.
I would also like to thank my friend Joel for helping me with questions regarding the Marine Corps, Emily for being my orange-blooded Longhorn Band sister for life, everyone who encourages and supports music and arts programs, the University of Texas, Austin—the greatest city in the United States of America, and Amy, who helps me in my life’s goal to never grow up and believes in me even when I don’t believe in myself. Hook ’em!
To the men and women of our nation’s military.
Chapter One
It didn’t look that far. Maybe it was because the darkness of the night obscured most of her view of the frigid water below. Still, she wondered if it would hurt much. Would it be over quickly, her body immediately succumbing to the bone-crushing force, or would she simply be painfully bent and twisted, only to sink slowly beneath the gentle waves, her body spasming violently as water replaced the life-giving oxygen in her lungs?
She shook her head to clear her thoughts. None of this was helping. What was the use in dwelling on it? She should just let go and be done with it. The more she thought about it, the more she hesitated, and hesitation wasn’t high on the list of things she wanted right now. She had gone over the events that had led her here over and over again in her head. How much more torture could she stand?
No. This world was too hard. Every day as she was growing up she had tried to hold on to the belief that things would change for the better, that she would be rescued from the hell that was her life. After all, surely it was impossible to be kept so low forever. Even the most tragic lives had some rays of sunshine, right? Some glimmer of light in the darkness?
That was what she had thought, but the rays of light in the life of Riley Gordon had been few and far between. And now that the unthinkable had happened, she just couldn’t bear the pain. It needed to end, once and for all. She was useless and she refused to drag the one person in the world who cared down with her. So what was the point in continuing?
The well-known cloud of despair descended upon her the more she thought about it. She was making the only decision that made sense to her anguished mind, yet she was still afraid. This had all made so much sense as she walked to the bridge, alone and shivering in the biting wind, in the middle of the vast expanse of Texas Hill Country. But now that she was here, standing on the outer ledge of the deserted Bluebonnet Highway Bridge at three o’clock in the morning, she was having doubts.
She took a deep breath, possibly her last, and leaned forward slowly, the wind stinging her numbed face, and willed herself to gather the courage to loosen her grip on the railing. She could barely hear the fast-moving river below, but she knew that it was there, waiting for her, ready to welcome her into its eternal embrace.
Now was the time.
The headlights approaching from down the road didn’t even enter her consciousness.
As she slowly relaxed her fingers, the memories poured forth once again in a flood of abuse, sadness, and fire. Now, with the river rushing beneath her, she felt that it was finally time to put that fire out.
Eleven Years Ago
Flames licked out of the windows of the tiny house, and smoke that burned her lungs filled the air, but the multitudes of reflective yellow jackets and the forceful water from powerful hoses seemed to be making progress in fighting the fire that had taken over her home…if it could really be called a home.
“Hi, there. What’s your name, sweetheart?”
Riley hid shyly behind the leg of a firefighter.
“Don’t worry, little one. I’m here to help you.” The woman with the short graying hair looked and sounded kind, but Riley wasn’t used to adults being nice to her. Riley eyed her movement warily as the stranger bent to kneel in front of her. “My name is Detective Hutchinson. I’m here to find out what happened to your parents and your house and I could sure use your help. Can you tell me your name?”
Riley looked up doubtfully at the enormous dark-skinned man in the rough yellow pants who had pulled her from the house.
“It’s all right. You can talk to her. She’s a friend of mine.” His voice was deep and soothing, and when he smiled, his white teeth brightened his face even though his skin was stained even darker with the smudges of soot that covered his cheeks.
Riley continued to look at him and asked with a tremor in her voice, “Aidan?”
The fireman’s face fell, but it was the detective who asked, “Who’s Aidan, sweetie?”
Riley turned to look at the woman, but before she could say anything else, a shout came from the burning house.
“We’ve got another one!” someon
e near the ambulance yelled as another firefighter ran out of the house with a large blanketed bundle in her arms.
“Aidan!” Riley screamed and started to run toward what was now a mass of firefighters and paramedics by the large red ambulance. Before she could take three steps, her towering protector swept her off her feet and held her close as she thrashed and called out over and over again for her older brother, the only friend, the only family she had left in the world.
“Whoa there, kid. He’s gonna be okay. My friends will take good care of him. I promise.”
Riley looked at the firefighter through the tears in her eyes as her lip trembled.
“Is Aidan your brother?” the detective asked kindly.
Riley nodded as she looked back toward the bustling activity around the ambulance. She wondered at the strange mask they were putting over her brother’s mouth and worried that he too would leave her forever, just as their parents had.
“Where are they taking him?” she asked, anger and fear causing her voice to shake.
Detective Hutchinson answered. “They’re taking him to the hospital, sweetie. They’ll make him all better.”
Riley didn’t miss the worried look the woman shot at her firefighter.
“As soon as I find out what happened here, I’ll take you to see him. Would that be all right?” The detective smiled reassuringly, and Riley paused, brow furrowed, but finally nodded as the tall man set her back on the ground. “I’ll need to know your name so that we can find him at the hospital.” She waited for a reply.
“Riley.”
“That’s really pretty. What’s your last name?”
Riley hesitated. She wasn’t supposed to give such personal information to strangers.
“It’s okay, Riley.” The firefighter ruffled her hair. “Detective Hutchinson is a police officer and she’s here to help you.”
Riley took a deep breath. “Gordon.”
“Thank you, sweetie. This house is owned by”—she glanced at her smartphone—“a couple named Joan and Ted Stuart. Is that right?”
She nodded again, still holding on to the man’s rough yellow pants.
“Were they your parents?”
Even though she was young, Riley had a sharp and active mind and she wondered at the use of past tense. “No. Aunt and uncle. Mom’s brother.”
“I see. Were they…did something happen to your parents?”
Riley’s eyes welled with tears and she nodded.
“Okay. No more questions. You’ve been very helpful, Riley Gordon. I need to go work with the firefighters now to find out more about why the fire started, so I want you to go with Anthony here so that we can make sure you’re okay.” She gestured to the tall firefighter, who smiled down at her comfortingly.
Riley nodded again and walked with him across the yard to the other waiting ambulance. He stayed by her side while the paramedics checked her and put salve on the burns she had gotten before the fire had even started, and he held her hand for the rest of the night as they waited for the detective to finish her work.
*
The hospital smelled similar to the bathrooms at her school. Clean, but too much like chemicals that were trying desperately to cover up more unpleasant odors. The walls were too white. The floor was too smooth. Riley didn’t like it one bit.
She was glad that the detective with the short graying hair was with her, holding her hand and leading her through hallways that seemed to go on forever in a never-ending maze of people dressed in blue scrubs, worried adults wringing their hands in waiting areas, wilting flowers, and the nose-burning odor of antiseptic. Finally, they reached a ward decorated with painted murals of teddy bears and balloons. Riley could tell that they were in an area just for children.
Detective Hutchinson stopped to speak with the nurse at the desk. They had a brief conversation, but Riley wasn’t listening. She could see into the room of a child whose leg was lifted in a sling and she was transfixed. It wasn’t her brother, but her heart sank thinking about him being hurt like that. The light in the room flickered from the changing images on the TV screen.
Soon the detective was pulling her along, down to a room in the middle of one of the branching hallways, and Riley’s heart leapt as she entered the room and saw her brother sitting up in the bed, eating ice cream.
“Aidan!”
Her brother’s face brightened and he held up the bowl he was holding. “Look what they gave me!”
Riley ran over to his bed and stopped short as she saw that his leg was sitting on top of the blankets with copious amounts of gauze wrapped around his calf.
“What happened?” Riley asked, worry causing a painful ache in her chest.
Aidan dismissed the injury with a wave of his hand. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just got a little burn. That’s all. Nothing major.” His voice was unnaturally scratchy.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yeah, but it’s not any worse than”—he stopped short—“hey! I get ice cream!”
Riley looked back to his face and stamped her foot angrily. “I thought you were right behind me when that fireman took me out of the house. Where did you go?”
Aidan gestured to the singed shoebox on his nightstand and Riley understood. He had gone back into their room to rescue the only mementoes the kids had of their parents. Inside the box was a trucker hat their father had worn on his days off when he liked to take them to the lake to fish, both pairs of their first baby shoes, their mother’s plastic-rimmed glasses, her favorite mix CD of classical music, and an album of family pictures Mom and Dad had started when Aidan was born. Riley was glad he had thought to go back for it, but couldn’t help but be angry at him for putting himself in danger. He could have died in that fire.
The woman took the opportunity to approach Aidan in his bed. “Hi, Aidan, my name is Detective Hutchinson, and I’ve been assigned to your case. The fire, I mean. Do you mind answering some questions for me?”
Aidan looked at Riley, who nodded. They rarely did anything without the consent of the other. It was one of the only ways they had been able to make it through everything they had.
“Okay.”
“Thank you. How old are you, Aidan?”
“Ten.”
“And how old is your sister?”
“Seven.”
“Oh, you’re the big brother, I see. I bet you do a good job of protecting her.” Her eyes twinkled and Aidan beamed. “Now, I’m really sorry to have to bring this up, but I did some research tonight and found out that your parents passed away in that big petroleum refinery explosion near Houston three years ago. Is that right?”
Aidan’s smile fell, and he looked off into space sadly.
The detective had her answer, and she nodded solemnly. “That was a terrible accident and so many innocent people suffered because of it. I’m sorry for your loss.”
Aidan shrugged.
“And you were put into the custody of your aunt and uncle?”
He nodded again.
“Were they nice to you? Your aunt and uncle?”
Aidan shot a glance at Riley, and they both looked away from the detective.
The detective’s lips pursed. “Aidan. Riley. Were they nice to you? I’m here to help. You can tell me.”
She looked between them, but it was Riley who answered. “No. Especially not Aunt Joan.”
“What did she do?”
Riley looked with pleading eyes to Aidan, so he sighed deeply and answered for her. “She hit us. They hit us. They…burned us.”
The detective pulled up a chair and sat down next to the bed, looking sympathetic. “I’m so sorry to hear that. Can you tell me more?”
Aidan leaned back into his pillow. “Uncle Ted usually just watched TV and drank beer. He didn’t stop her when she hurt us, though. He just laughed or was already passed out on the couch. Sometimes, though, he would act really funny and hit us even harder than Aunt Joan did. One beating by him was way worse than a lot by her. They worked on some ki
nd of chemistry set in the basement sometimes too. Scary people would come over and buy something from them. When that happened, they were even meaner. Like, something was wrong with the way they acted.” Aidan quieted his voice to a suspicious whisper. “I think they may have been making drugs.”
Detective Hutchinson typed something in to the iPad she was carrying. She then took in the deep purple bruises and round burn marks on Riley’s arms and legs. She gestured to them and asked, “Did your aunt and uncle give you those?”
Riley nodded.
Detective Hutchinson leaned in closer to Riley and asked softly, “Did your aunt and uncle ever, uh, do anything that you didn’t want them to do?”
Riley looked at her as if she had gone crazy. “Well, I never wanted them to do this to me!” She held out her damaged arms.
Detective Hutchinson looked uncomfortable. “What I mean is, did either of them ever touch you in an inappropriate way?”
Riley looked confused.
The detective shifted slightly. “Did they ever touch you…in your private areas?”
Riley shook her head vehemently.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that at least.” The detective leaned back in her chair as if a weight had been pulled from her shoulders.
“Ma’am?” Aidan asked.
“Yes?”
“Did they make it out of the house? We were in bed when the fire alarm went off, but they’re usually in the basement at night. They lock us in our room after seven o’clock. We can’t even get out to go to the bathroom.”
Detective Hutchinson paused as if trying to measure her words. “I’m sorry, kids, but you do need to know.” She sat up straighter and had a determined, but pained look on her face. “Your aunt and uncle had a lab in the basement that they used to make a very bad drug and because of the way they make this drug there was an explosion that caused the fire. I’m sorry to have to tell you that they weren’t able to make it out. They both died.”