by Paige Dearth
“She was killed in a car accident. Now I’m raising Izzy.” It was difficult for her to utter the words. The pain of losing Gracie seemed never-ending. “I’m looking for a place where Izzy and I can stay for a while. I’m sure my ex is trying to hunt us down. I just need time away from him, time for myself to think.”
Alessa’s expression was regretful. “The three of us actually run a refuge for homeless people,” she explained, “but we don’t have any free beds right now.”
“I understand,” Emma told her. “We’re living in my car right now. I’m just trying to find safe places to park at night. It’s not a big deal. It’ll all work out. No worries,” Emma offered.
But she was far from feeling as confident and optimistic as she tried to sound. Emma was bitterly disappointed and felt once again as if there was nowhere to turn.
Chapter Sixty-Five
Alessa felt miserable about not being able to help Emma, who was obviously in a bad place, but there were many others in the city, even less fortunate than her, who had to be turned down as well. She offered Emma the only option she was able to.
“How about if you and Izzy came back to our place?” she suggested. “We live in the apartment on the top floor. You guys can get showers and sleep over tonight. How’s that sound?”
When you are living on your own and trying everything you can to make it work out, a simple offer like Alessa’s can seem a godsend. It gave Emma some hope.
“That would be great!” she said gratefully. “Oh man, I really appreciate it!” Impulsively, she gave Alessa a tight hug.
On the walk back to the Outside Inn, a house for homeless teens that Alessa and her family ran, the girls caught up on small talk. Finally Emma asked the question that had been on her mind for a long time.
“So you finally got rid of that asshole, Harlin?” she asked. “Man, when the other dancers found out what he was making you do, they couldn’t believe it. How did you manage to get away from him?”
Alessa acknowledged the truth with a silent nod. The ghost of the past still haunted her whenever she thought about Harlin.
“You know, it wasn’t easy,” she admitted. “I ran from him. I started in a shelter for women, where I met my best friend, Ebby. She’s a psychologist. But within a couple of weeks, I had to run again and was living on the streets. That’s where I met Lucy. I stripped at some shit-holes for a while to keep us going. I got lucky and met someone who helped me get back on my feet. Eventually I met Remo. After that, we started dating, fell in love, got married, and opened the Outside Inn to help other homeless people.”
Emma listened to her, awestruck at the way she had overcome the obstacles in her life since they’d last seen each other. The story made her believe that better things could be lying ahead for her as well. Emma wanted to be happy, the way Alessa was now.
Back in Alessa’s apartment, the two young women sat on the sofa together while Lucy took Izzy into her bedroom to play a board game. Remo excused himself to make the three of them coffee and get dinner started. As the night wore on, the two friends settled on the sofa with blankets.
Finally Alessa asked her, “What’s your story, Emma? Do you have any family who could help you out?”
As memories of Mrs. Tisdale popped into her head, Emma was overwhelmed with sadness. “No,” she replied truthfully. “Once I lost Gracie that was it. My father died when I was a teenager. The bastard beat me for as long as I could remember.”
“What about your mom?”
Emma shook her head. “Useless. A stupid woman. I wouldn’t spit on her if she were on fire.”
Alessa laughed out loud at her friend’s comment about her mother.
“I know that sounds cruel, but I hate my parents,” Emma said honestly.
Alessa leaned back into the sofa. “You don’t have to make excuses to me, Em. When I was a kid, I didn’t have anyone who had my back either. My father died a couple of years ago, but I wasn’t close to him. As for my mom, she’s a self-centered bitch I don’t talk to anymore.”
“Why?” Emma asked.
“Why what?”
“Why is your mom a self-centered bitch? I mean, my mother tore my ass up with verbal assaults, let my father beat me, and never once did anything about it. She never cared about what happened to me and Gracie. What did your mom do to make you hate her so much?” Emma asked, craving reassurance that she wasn’t the only person on earth whose parents didn’t love her.
“My mom allowed my uncle to rape me when I was seven years old,” Alessa said calmly. “It wasn’t until I was sixteen that I managed to run away. When I was old enough, I finally got up the nerve to tell her what he had been doing to me, but she practically ripped my head off. She sacrificed me so that she could continue to live without having to work, I guess. I’m not sure I’ll ever know the real reasons. Maybe she’s just fucking crazy.”
The composure with which Alessa talked about her mother made it clear to Emma that her friend had found a way to come to terms with the traumas of her childhood. She had learned to get over the fact that her mother had neglected to protect her. Alessa had moved on, and the peace and serenity Emma now saw in her friend were things she wanted for herself. It was comforting to discover that she wasn’t the only one with fucked-up parents or a rotten childhood.
The girls stayed up talking until two in the morning. Just before Alessa went into her bedroom, she turned back and said, “Hey, I know some people who manage restaurants in the city. They donate leftover food to the people who live in this building. If you’re interested, I can make a couple of calls tomorrow and see if I can get someone to talk to you about a job.”
Emma smiled, grateful that she had run into Alessa that afternoon. “That would be great! Thanks for everything.”
As she lay on the sofa waiting to fall asleep, Emma let her hope soar that she and Izzy could have a normal life. She desperately wanted a life that was free of violence and hatred.
But fate had other plans for Emma.
Chapter Sixty-Six
Emma was excited that a job interview had been set up for her that afternoon at two the next day. It was with a friend of Alessa’s, a manager at Bar 210 in Rittenhouse Square.
Camouflaging the bruises on her face with makeup, Emma walked into the restaurant, Izzy in tow, optimistic about beginning her life over. She asked to talk to the manager and looked around her as she waited. The place was upscale and trendy, the customers elegantly dressed in the latest styles. The women were well groomed and wore expensive perfume. The men were handsome and polished. It made Emma hopeful that she could earn decent tips here.
Eileen, the manager, looked Emma over as she came out to greet her. She immediately noticed the girl’s shabby clothes, but decided it hardly mattered. While working, this new employee would be wearing the required attire—black pants and a white shirt. She considered Emma’s stunning beauty as an asset and believed she would fit in just fine with their patrons. After a ten-minute conversation, Eileen decided that she liked Emma. She might be rough around the edges, but what she lacked in poise, she made up in sweetness and charm, qualities Emma had acquired from her years of working at Doubles.
“Are you a single mom?” Eileen asked now, glancing at Izzy and wondering if Emma’s kid could be a problem. She needed someone dependable, free of baggage.
“I am, but don’t worry about Isabella,” Emma replied, gesturing toward the child. “We call her Izzy. I have lots of friends who are willing to babysit her while I’m working.”
Suspecting the reason behind Eileen’s question, Emma had no qualms about lying. She really needed the job.
“Well, hello, Izzy. How are you?” Eileen said with a bright smile. “You sure do look like your mom.”
“My mommy died,” Izzy pouted.
Eileen was shocked. “Oh? I’m sorry to hear that.” She gave Emma a confused look.
“This is my niece,” Emma explained. “My sister died and I’m raising her.”
; “Oh, I see. Well, you’re a very devoted aunt. I’m sorry to hear about your sister. Was she sick?” Eileen was genuinely moved.
“No, she died in a car accident,” Emma replied before quickly changing the subject. “So do you have something for me?” she went on. “I can start right away. Well, tomorrow, so that I can get Izzy taken care of.”
“Tomorrow would be great,” Eileen told her. “I’ll start you on the lunch shift, and if it goes well, I can get you on the dinner shift. The wait staff makes much better tips at night.”
Eileen handed Emma a clipboard with a job application attached. “Just fill this out and leave it with the bartender. See you tomorrow at eleven.”
When Emma finished filling out the application providing information that was mostly fabricated, she handed it to the bartender, who gave her a welcoming smile.
“Glad to have you here,” he said, hoping that she was single.
Emma smiled noncommittally. She had recognized that look, the I-want-to-get-in-your-pants stare, from her days of working at Doubles. She wanted nothing more to do with men.
With a job to start the next morning, she headed back to Alessa’s apartment to thank her. “Listen,” Alessa said, “you and Izzy are welcome to stay here for a couple of days, until you find a place of your own. Izzy can share Lucy’s room and you can sleep on the sofa.”
Emma was grateful to have Alessa as a friend. But she needed to find a place quickly and knew that it would be difficult with the couple of hundred dollars she had.
While the two young women were chatting, Izzy came into the living room.
“Aunt Emma, I’m hungry. And I want pizza,” she declared.
Twenty minutes later, Emma was parking the car on Chestnut Street, not far from where Alessa lived. She and Izzy walked up to Giovani’s Pizza.
Izzy let out a piercing squeal. “I love pizza!” she yelled, jumping with joy on the sidewalk and clapping her hands together.
Emma ordered two slices and took Izzy over to an open table. A few booths away, a group of unruly teenagers sat at a table. Emma had noticed them right away and gauged from the state of their clothes and their lack of hygiene that they were either homeless or came from very poor families. Their bragging about the amount of money they had made from begging that morning merely confirmed her suspicions. Then Emma overheard two of the teens yammering over their success in stealing a woman’s purse that morning when she had set it on the sidewalk to look at a shirt from a street vendor. She immediately began feeling a little nervous about Izzy’s safety around the teens. She hardly needed any more trouble. She held her breath as the disruptive group walked past to leave, each of them eyeing her up then staring at the child.
One of the girls who had been watching Emma without her being aware of it stopped abruptly at their table.
“Hey, is your name Emma?” she asked as if she knew her.
“Who the fuck are you?” Emma shot back, feeling defensive.
“You are Emma, aren’t you?” the teen asked. “It’s me! Sydney!”
Emma stared at her in disbelief, her mind racing back in time remembering Syd. The eleven-year-old who had once saved her life. Now here she was, all these years later, standing before her. Sydney was beautiful. Emma felt a tiny spark of joy light up within her once reality set in.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “Syd! Look at you, all grown up! You’re fucking gorgeous!”
Sydney snickered. “Well, I’m fifteen now. Anyway, I would have recognized you anywhere. Those green eyes are a dead giveaway and your daughter looks exactly like you.”
“I’m Izzy,” the child volunteered proudly.
The teen gave her a big smile. “Hi, Izzy. I’m Sydney.”
The rest of the group came back to see who Sydney was talking to, and Izzy moved a little closer to Emma.
“Where are Brianna and Gracie? Are they here too?” Sydney asked excitedly.
Sadly, Emma explained, “No, I’m on my own now. Brianna moved back home and Gracie died in a car accident. Izzy is her daughter.”
“Fuck, man! I’m sorry to hear that. So do you live around here now?” Syd wanted to know.
Emma blushed with embarrassment. “No, Syd. Izzy and I needed to get away from some asshole. I was living in my car for a while. Now I’m at a friend’s place, but I need to get out in a couple of days and find a place of my own. We’ll probably go back to living in the car until I can save enough money to rent an apartment.”
“No shit, that sucks! I know what it’s like,” Sydney said with genuine understanding. “Did the guy you’re running from fuck up your face?”
Emma wanted to blurt out the truth, to tell Syd everything that had happened to her. She was just so relieved to see a face from the past, from the time Gracie had still been alive.
“No,” she replied truthfully, “I got jacked up two nights ago by a gang when I was trying to take a piss in an alley. Izzy was in the car, but luckily they didn’t bother her.”
A thought suddenly struck Sydney. Telling Emma she’d be right back, she went and joined her group of friends, who were waiting a few feet away. She seemed to be discussing something with them. Then she walked back to Emma excitedly.
“My herd just agreed that you and Izzy could stay with us for a while, if you want to,” she announced. “We rent a house in Kensington. It ain’t much and the neighborhood blows, but it’s better than being on the streets. It’s a four-bedroom row home and thirteen of us share it. Rent is only six hundred a month. It’s cheap enough. If you want to stay, we’ll only charge you for one person, not the kid. It would cost you forty-three bucks a month, plus around five bucks for electricity, but we only use that at night and for cooking. What do ya think?”
Emma thought it was the best offer—the only offer—she had. At least there would be other people around and it would be less dangerous for Izzy than living in the car.
“Well, what if the other six people say no?” Emma asked, referring to the herd’s absent housemates and curious as to how a few of them could make a decision on behalf of everyone who lived in the house.
“The herd votes on everything and the majority rules,” Sydney explained. “So we’re cool. The other six won’t care, anyway. The less rent we each have to pay, the better off we all are.”
By now Emma had heard the word used often enough and couldn’t contain her curiosity. “The herd? What the hell is the herd?” she asked, amused.
“Oh, well. We call ourselves the herd,” Sydney explained, laughing. “It’s really a reference to a herd of misfits. That’s what we are. We all came from shitty backgrounds and met on the streets.”
Emma smiled at the explanation, understanding what it was like to feel like a misfit. “Well, I think it’s a great idea,” Emma said approvingly. “I don’t have much money, but I just found a job that I start tomorrow.”
Sydney turned to the group and gestured a thumbs up. They sauntered over to take turns introducing themselves. Emma and Izzy quickly finished their pizza and headed back out to the street with the herd.
“Let’s all pile into your car and you can drive us back to Kensington,” Sydney suggested. “We can show you where we live.”
As Emma drove off, the teens gabbed with excitement about having a housemate with a car. That could save them from sneaking onto the train or paying bus fare to get to Center City. Sydney explained that some of the kids had legitimate jobs and had to work in the city.
“There ain’t no jobs in Kensington,” she told Emma. “We only live there because we can rent our house for cheap and the landlord doesn’t give us any shit.”
They all seemed nice and took an immediate liking to Izzy, who was talking up a storm with them. She was busy telling them about the doll she had brought with her, explaining that it was her baby. As Emma drove into Kensington and looked around, she noted that nothing had changed in the four years she had been gone. The streets were still crawling with hookers, drug addicts, and pimps. As depressing as
her surroundings were, Emma smiled to herself.
A little while later, she parked in front of their new home and looked at it. The initial impression was far from promising. The wooden siding, once white, was chipped and rotting. The sidewalk was nothing more than chunks of old cement that opened up to a wide set of stairs leading up to the house. There was a small landing in front of two doors. The entire block of row homes looked as if they had been abandoned, like a scene from the Twilight Zone. They were two-story homes, with large eaves and roofs that peaked at various places. Emma sensed that at one time the homes had been beautiful, built for upper-class families rather than the poverty-stricken tenants who now occupied them.
I’m getting another chance, she thought hopefully.
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Emma drove back to Alessa’s to tell her about the day’s events. From the pep in her step, Alessa could guess from where she sat on the porch that something good had happened.
“Guess what?” Emma gushed. “I ran into a girl I used to know and she offered Izzy and me a place to live with them.”
“Them?” Alessa asked, happy for her friend but a little concerned that Emma had hooked up with a gang. Alessa was no stranger to the evil of being associated with a gang. She didn’t want to see the two of them get sucked into that kind of life.
“There are thirteen of them renting a house together,” Emma explained. “Rent is going to be less than fifty bucks a month. It’s a place where we can stay until I save enough money to get my own apartment. I’m so stoked!”
Relieved that they weren’t going to live with a gang, Alessa gave her a hug and they went upstairs to the apartment. “Remo is making us dinner,” she announced. “He’s a pretty decent cook. Way better than me!”
After dinner, Emma grabbed the few bags she had brought up from the car and gave Alessa a big good-bye hug.
“We’re gonna head out,” she said and called for Izzy.