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Love Rewards The Brave

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by Monroe, Anya


  “Benji, it’s me again. Just wanting to talk. It’s really important. Please call me back. Or write. I need you.”

  And I hold the phone in my hand

  looking at the calendar

  seeing that I have one week

  before the Termination of Parental Rights

  before the termination of the people for whom I fight

  before the termination of what might

  have

  been.

  I throw my phone

  against the wall.

  And it’s

  Breaking.

  Just.

  Like.

  Me.

  116.

  Ms. Francine has dinner ready

  for me when I get home after work.

  It’s nearly 7:30 and a school night.

  What I want to do is fall into bed,

  but I don’t feel like a fight.

  So I sit down like a good girl

  and put lasagna on my plate.

  “Do you want to talk about what happened at your counseling appointment the other day? I feel like you’re trying to keep as far away from me as possible.”

  I look at her across the table.

  I rip the bread into

  tiny pieces

  imagining who her new roommate will be.

  Probably someone from work.

  A respectable adult who has life all figured out

  just like her.

  “Okay. We don’t need to talk about that right now. That’s what you have Terry for. Is there anything on your mind?”

  “Nope.”

  “So you’re just demolishing all the food on your plate because you feel calm and collected?”

  “Yep.”

  “Louisa, please stop being snippy with me.”

  “O-kay.”

  I exaggerate my syllables in the way

  every. single. adult.

  I’ve ever known hates.

  “You know, I’m trying here,” Ms. F says. “I’m trying to find a way in, but you just keep pushing back. It’s really hard.”

  She stands up, puts her dishes in the sink

  leaves the room

  leaves me

  alone

  at the table.

  Another

  One

  Bites

  The

  Dust.

  117.

  Margot comes to pick me up

  on Saturday morning for work.

  She and Ms. Francine have a

  kitchen table conference

  over coffee and the donuts she brought.

  Ms. Francine never eats sweets for breakfast

  she must be stressed.

  Before I walk in the room

  I take a moment and loom

  behind the door.

  Half wanting to hear

  Ms. F say she hates me being around and wants me gone.

  Half wanting to hear

  Margot say I suck as a window washer and wants me gone.

  Half wanting to hear them say

  I am a nut job like my

  Mother

  Father

  Brother

  And they’d all be better off if I was gone.

  Instead I hear them say, “She just pushes away, like I did after Hudson. I understand why, I just wish she’d talk.”

  “She isn’t going to talk, not until after the hearing. She’s too mixed up right now. Just the timing is so bad. To have this happen right after Benji’s attempt.”

  “So much for a girl to take.”

  I’ve heard enough “stuff”

  that I don’t knowwanthave to process.

  I’m stuck, my feet and my heart.

  I can’t move on.

  I can’t walk in to where they are

  they’d see that written on my face.

  From the hallway I shout, “I’m going to the car, Margot. I’ll be waiting for you, no rush.”

  I turn and go

  because I don’t want them to know

  that all the things they say are true.

  Because all I know is this:

  They might leave me too.

  118.

  “Benji, it’s me again.” I start to say

  but the usual message doesn’t beep in right away

  instead a real woman’s voice is on the other end,

  a voice talking.

  “What?” I say.

  “Your brother Benji can’t receive calls right now. He’s been under a lot of stress lately and isn’t able to talk on the phone.”

  “Well, can I come visit then?”

  “I’m afraid he isn’t able to accept visitors at this time, either.”

  “What do you mean? I’m his sister. I just need to talk to him. For just like, five minutes. Please?”

  “I’m sorry. I’ve been getting your messages and I emailed Terry explaining why I can’t allow you or anyone access to him, right now.”

  I start to feel like that girl again

  the fierce one

  nothing to lose one

  wanting to prove to someone

  that I can fight.

  119.

  Terry’s office is cold.

  Just like the January never fading

  frost

  surrounding me, protecting me.

  Just like the icy wall building around my heart.

  I look over at her, sitting there.

  I’ve decided to stare

  her down.

  “Sorry it’s so cold. The heater is broken and you know, budget cuts.”

  She throws her hands in the air like I know

  something about budget cuts.

  “I got an email from Sherry over at the IPU, where Benji is. She said she’s received several messages from you wanting to talk to Benji.”

  I nod my head, slow.

  “Okay, so I’m sorry I wasn’t more clear. Benji will be there for a while. While he’s on this particular floor he can’t receive contact from anyone. When he moves to a different floor, and is more stable, you’ll be able to visit him.”

  “So, like, he’s on lock down? For what? He didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “Louisa, no one said he did anything wrong. But there was a reason I didn’t just hand you a contact sheet for him. He’s under twenty-four-hour care right now.”

  “What, so he doesn’t kill himself? I told you, that was an accident.”

  NO ONE LISTENS TO ME.

  “I need you to calm down. Please just try and understand. Benji needs protection from himself, he’s very fragile right now and extremely explosive.”

  “This doesn’t make sense.”

  “I wish I had better news to share, but Benji has attempted suicide two more times since you saw him in December.”

  “What are you talking about? He tried to kill himself again? He’s just a little boy. He was fine before. Before you guys starting messing with him. Before everyone decided he needed to be in a group home. Before...when I took care of him…he was fine!”

  I’m crying now

  screaming now

  doing everything

  I never do in front of her

  now

  and I am shaking

  taking

  claim to my baby brother

  Benji Boy

  now.

  “You can’t do this to him. Break him like this. It’s your fault he’s acting out. He was always a good boy.”

  “Louisa –– we didn’t break Benji. You didn’t break Benji. Benji didn’t break Benji.”

  “Well, somebody did!”

  I scream at her

  everything becoming a blur.

  I am back in the gray.

  “You’re right,” she answers, gripping the edge of the desk before continuing. “Someone did.”

  120.

  I push my hair back from my

  mascara-streaked face

  and brace

  myself

  with the arm of the chair.


  I breathe in deep, exhaling.

  I feel my face go from angry hot red

  to the palest white.

  I feel it in my bones

  and I know

  before she says it

  There’s only one person left

  who could have broke him.

  The person who has destroyed him.

  The person who came back on the scene

  and caused him to flee.

  The person who did much more harm than good.

  The one who stood

  before a courtroom feeling

  misunderstood.

  “My mom.”

  I needed to be the one to say it.

  Terry nods her head.

  The words may be true,

  but my head can’t compute

  what that means

  for me.

  I took so many falls

  my dad’s hand split open my heart face

  as he took every piece of my flesh

  as he devoured me

  from the inside out.

  He took my childhood and womanhood in

  the palm of his hand

  and crushed me.

  He pushed his sweaty body

  against mine when I fought back

  so I learned how to stand

  frozen.

  I learned the best way to

  convince myself I was blind to it:

  eyeswideshut

  visionsofsixyearolddreams

  princessandunicorns

  sillyasitseems.

  I could cope if I knew my suffering kept

  HIM

  SAFE

  AND

  SOUND

  My Benji Boy is safe.

  I whispered to myself

  I can hold on

  hold down the fort

  pretend that I am float

  ing

  away to neverneverland.

  But now.

  Now I see that when I walked down

  that deep dark hall

  toward my father

  leaving Benji in the dust

  I always had a sense of trust

  that I was doing well by him.

  But in going down

  the deep dark hall

  I was leaving Benji

  in the hands of

  my mother.

  My dad

  was not the only

  monster

  in our house

  of cards.

  “Louisa, the termination of parental rights is happening in two days. Do you want to be there? Before she goes to court you would have the chance to say something to your mother.”

  “I’m not going. I have to work that afternoon.”

  “I’m sure Margot could rearrange your schedule, Louisa. I’d like you to think about being there. I think it will help you sort some things out in your mind.”

  “I’ll think about it,” I say, more for her than for me.

  I know one thing, I want to be as far

  away from my mom as possible.

  Because I can never forgive her for

  breaking my

  Benji Boy

  my one and only joy

  in life.

  121.

  I head to the 6-Spot

  after school.

  I don’t know what to do

  where to go

  what to feel

  how to heal.

  I am categorically a mess.

  I don’t know what’s left.

  Ms. Francine, Terry, Margot

  all told me they’ll go with me.

  Be with me.

  Help me if I want to see

  my mom

  today.

  I keep pushing them away.

  I think it’s easier this way.

  “What are you doing here, Louisa?” Toby says as I head in the back room, peeling off my gloves.

  “Work. I work today. Like for three hours or something.”

  “Or something? Louisa, Margot told me you weren’t allowed here today.”

  “Why not? Is she firing me or something?” I ask, getting that deep-chest-panic, fast.

  “What? Fired? No. You’re nuts. Margot would never fire you.”

  “Why’s that, Toby?”

  “Because we all adore you too much.”

  He looks at me,

  arms folded across his chest,

  looking his best.

  “Whatever. Did the new box of cleaning supplies come in? They were ordered last week.”

  I try to walk past him,

  ignore

  him and his

  niceties.

  It’s too complex for me.

  “You’re not going to clean a bathroom. Not today. You shouldn’t be here.”

  “Fine.” I cave. “Where do you want me to go?”

  “I don’t know your business, Louisa, I just know Margot said you weren’t supposed to be here and if you showed up I had to drive you away.”

  “Away where?”

  “She said you would know.”

  He hands me my gloves, my hat.

  He wraps a scarf around his neck.

  Lifts my coat to my back

  and forces me into it.

  He switches the lights off,

  then door locked,

  ushers me out.

  “You can’t just close the store, Toby.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because Margot will kill you.”

  “Actually, I can do whatever I want. It’s my store.”

  “What do you mean? You work here.”

  “Yeah, because I own it.”

  He smiles at my shocked face

  as I look around the place

  with a new lens.

  I guess he really can tell me what to do.

  I shake my head and follow him

  to his car

  knowing that I have nowhere to go but there.

  122.

  They’re standing in the empty hallway

  when I walk in.

  Toby let me off at the curb.

  He told me to keep my chin

  up,

  to stay strong.

  He said the fight isn’t worth it

  if the battle isn’t long.

  He is the first

  kind

  man

  I’ve ever known.

  Margot. Ms. Francine. Terry. The social worker guy.

  Talking about the girl of the hour

  the one they urged to show

  up

  and wouldn’t you know

  I’m here.

  “Well, you all win,” I say.

  There is a collective sigh from the group.

  I know they

  don’t think my sarcasm is helpful.

  But what am I supposed to do

  but stay removed

  from all this shit?

  “No one’s winning,” Terry says, firmly. She continues, “The situation has turned. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you, but the termination trial has been cancelled for this afternoon.”

  “Why would they cancel it?”

  “Your mother still having a hearing, but she’s being tried for….” Terry hesitates, tears gathered in her eyes. “She’s being tried for child abuse, Louisa.”

  My mind has gone blank, numb.

  I remember seeing my dad in his

  orange jumpsuit, cuffed,

  black shoes.

  I didn’t want to see him.

  But for some reason I went there

  once.

  That bitch Jodie Lynn Cratchett

  made me go.

  It was before, before the trial and the verdict

  I still remember when I heard it

  twenty-five years no parole.

  Jodie Lynn said I should go

  and see my dad for one last time.

  What a fucked-up thing to do to me

  couldn’t anyone see there was a reason

 
we were taken away

  in the first place?

  “Louisa, did you hear Terry?”

  Ms. Francine has her arm

  stretched out

  towards me.

  “We don’t have to watch, it might be…too much for you.”

  “No, I’m going in.”

  I say it loud and clear

  and as intense as the day feels.

  People go to jail for the black and white

  no one goes to jail for the gray.

  That’s why she got away the first time

  the time when Dad got put away.

  But if things have changed

  they have for a reason.

  And I need to understand.

  “Louisa, why don’t we pause and think about this,” Terry says.

  “Why are you trying to protect me? I’m going in. I want to hear with my ears why she’s being convicted.”

  I swing open the big wooden doors

  people stop for a moment, heads turn.

  I see her sitting in a chair, handcuffed.

  She is:

  Jumpsuit.

  Stringy Hair.

  Hollow Eyes.

  Empty Stare.

  She looks past me

  or beyond me

  not able to recognize me

  as her firstborn

  daughter

  as her champion and fighter.

 

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