Inner Demons

by Sarra Cannon

  “So, what do you want to do first?” Drake asked. He took my hand in his and gave me a squeeze.

  I looked around. The ferris wheel was all the way toward the far side of the yard, and it looked like there were a few other fair-type rides. “Let's go over there and ride some of the rides.”

  We got several rides in before dinner. Brooke's parents had a huge backyard and there was a large tent set up on one side of the house. Dinner was served buffet style and included fair foods like pizza, corn dogs, fried chicken, elephant ears and corn on the cob. The area was decorated with hay bales and the tables were covered with red and white checkered tablecloths. It was amazing how authentic it looked. I felt like we were really at the State Fair they threw every fall in Perry. On top of each table was a giant sparkler that never stopped shooting sparks of changing colors.

  Drake was impressed. “Wow, those things are cool.” He pointed to the sparklers with his fork. “How do you think they get it to do that? Normally, the only kind of sparklers I ever used as a kid would fizzle out after thirty seconds or so. But these are just infini-sparklers.”

  “I have no idea,” I said. I wasn't sure how much Drake knew about the Order of Shadows – or even if any of the men in town knew about its existence and the magic involved – so I didn't mention the fact that Brooke's mom was a witch who could probably turn him into a sparkler if she wanted to. “It must have been crazy expensive though.”

  Money was a language Drake understood perfectly. “I'm sure. It's neat. My parents always throw this huge fourth of July bonfire party down on St. Simons Island on the beach. We'll have to get some of these for that party next year.”

  I bit into my corn dog and searched for Brooke in the crowd. She was seated up at the head table on the stage. Someone had put a sparkling tiara on her head and she was laughing at something Foster said in her ear. All of her nervousness from the other day seemed gone and she looked genuinely happy. I wondered if someone had finally explained the ceremony to her or if she had just put it out of her mind for the party. One way or another, I knew that everything would change for her tonight.

  Watch The Sky

  Together, Drake and I rode all of the rides several times, shared some cotton candy, watched the band perform, and looked at all of the game booths. Some of the games even had stuffed animals and prizes, just like at the fair. Drake tried to win a giant teddy bear with a red bow around his neck, but couldn't ever put the ball in the basket three times in a row.

  “I don't get it,” he said. He sounded frustrated. “I can throw a damn football forty yards down the field perfectly on target, but I can't sink a few lousy hoops. That game is ridiculous.”

  “Maybe it's because you aren't wearing your lucky sneakers,” I joked.

  Drake didn't get it. “What?”

  “Never mind, “I said. It gave me a thought though. Wasn't it possible that Drake's ability on the field wasn't entirely natural?

  “This game sucks,” he said.

  “It doesn't matter,” I said. “Who cares? Besides, it's not like I really want to carry a giant teddy bear for the rest of the night.”

  “That's not the point.” He raised his voice loud enough to make some people near us turn and stare. “The freakin' game's gotta be rigged or something.”

  “Don't overreact,” I said. I was getting annoyed with his tone. So far, we'd been having a good time, but I was starting to realize that it was always all about Drake. He didn't even really care if I wanted the stupid bear or not. All he cared about was winning. “It's not a big deal. Let's play a different game.”

  “I need another beer,” he said. He led me toward the bar that was set up near the stage where the band was playing.

  I thought he'd had more than enough beer. He was supposed to be driving me home in a few hours. But I had a feeling if I mentioned his drinking right now, he would flip out on me. Instead, I kept my mouth shut.

  Luckily, we ran into Lark and Allison near the dance floor.

  “Hey!” Lark ran up and gave me a hug. “I feel like I haven't seen you all night. Are you having fun? Isn't this party to die for?”

  I nodded. “It's great.”

  “Allison and I were thinking about going to get our faces painted. You want to come?”

  I looked to Drake. “Do you mind?”

  “Nah,” he said, taking a swig of his beer. “I'm gonna see if I can find Foster. I'll catch up with you later.”

  To be honest, I was relieved to see him go. The more I got to know Drake, the less infatuated I became. My mind kept turning to Jackson Hunt and his piercing green eyes. I kept wondering what he was doing tonight. Maybe he was with Morgyn. And what was her deal anyway?

  “Gosh, don't look so serious, Harper,” Allison said. “This is a party remember?”

  I smiled and shook my head, trying to shake away my thoughts. Yes, this was a party and we were supposed to be having the time of our lives. “That cotton candy upset my stomach,” I lied. “But I'm sure I'll be okay in a few.”

  “Aww,” Lark said. She put her arm around me and stuck out her bottom lip. “That sucks. Can I get you anything?”

  “No,” I said. “I'll be fine. Let's just find something fun to take my mind off of it.”

  Once we got to the face painters, I chose a cluster of hearts for my right cheek in bright blues, purples and pinks. The girl even added some glitter. I felt kind of like a kid again.

  “Do you think Brooke's having a good time?” I asked. I was standing around watching the face painter put a large blue butterfly on Lark's cheek.

  Allison rolled her eyes. “Are you kidding me? She's the center of attention on a night where almost everyone in school came out to celebrate her birthday. Look at this place. There's got to be almost five hundred people here.”

  Allison was right. There was a huge turnout and everyone seemed to be having a great time. People would be talking about this party for ages. But I hated that I hadn't been able to keep my eye on Brooke like I wanted.

  I had spent a lot of time that week thinking about the ritual and where they might perform it. Lark had said the ceremony was performed at Shadowford. Underground.

  My plan was to head home before my one o'clock curfew, pretend to go to bed, then sneak out into the garden to wait for the members of the Order to arrive. As long as I could follow them, I knew I wouldn't miss anything.

  I spotted Brooke dancing near the stage, and I pointed her out to the others. “We've got to go join her,” I said.

  “Oh my God, I love this song, too,” Lark said.

  We ran out onto the dance floor and Brooke screamed with excitement.

  “Are you having fun?” she yelled.

  “Yes, this is awesome,” Lark said.

  We all danced together for what seemed like hours. It was great to just let loose and stop worrying so much. I closed my eyes and let my body move to the music. When the lead singer announced that it was time for a very special midnight surprise, I was disappointed to have the night come to an end.

  “This is it!” Brooke said. She took my hand and told us to follow her so we could get the best seats. She led us to a spot in the grass beside the pool. We laid down together like four little matchsticks, side by side on the grass. “Watch the sky.”

  Seconds later, the sky erupted in color. Fireworks! It had been years since I'd seen a live fireworks show. I stared up at the sky in complete awe. It was so beautiful! Pink, green, blue, purple, every color you could imagine blossomed in the sky like flowers made of light.

  I turned to Brooke, expecting to see pure joy on her face. Instead, she was crying.

  “What's wrong? This is amazing. Why are you upset?”

  She discreetly wiped away a tear that had gathered on her long lashes. “Tears of joy,” she said. She turned her face toward me and I could see the fear in her eyes.

  I gripped her hand and gave it a squeeze. “Bullshit. What's wrong?”

  “I'm scared,” she whispered.
/>   Then I understood. “About the initiation? It's tonight isn't it? After the party?”

  “There were so many things I wanted out of life.” She looked back up at the sky. Each time a new color burst forth, it lit up the angles of her face and I could see the glassy tears hovering in her eyes.

  “You can still have all those things,” I said. “This isn't a death, Brooke, it's a new beginning.”

  She shook her head slightly and sniffed. “Yes, it's a beginning. But it's also the end.” She got quiet and watched the fireworks. After a minute, she continued. “Did you know I used to want to be a veterinarian?”

  I didn't. It was one of the last career ambitions I would have thought cool, classy Brooke would be interested in. I couldn't picture her with her hands dirty.

  “This huge backyard used to be a pasture. We had horses and I loved them so much. I used to ride them every day. I even loved mucking out the stalls. The smell was god-awful and I got so dirty. I loved every second of it.”

  “So what happened?”

  “I was chosen for the cheerleading squad.”

  She didn't offer any further explanation that that, but I think I sort of got it. She'd been picked at the end of her eighth grade year. Much younger than when I came into the group. And getting onto the squad changed you. I fiddled with the zipper on my vest.

  “My parents sold the horses that fall of my first year on the squad. I didn't have time for them anymore with my studies and my magic. And you know what? I barely even missed them. I hardly noticed they were gone. I thought that being a cheerleader was every thing in the world. I mean, I grew up watching my mother and sisters do magic. I knew it was what everyone expected of me. Plus, at the time, it was all so secretive. I wanted to know what it was really all about, and the only way to find out was to join.”

  I nodded. I knew exactly what she was talking about.

  “But lately, I've been thinking about those horses. I miss being close to animals. We have our kitty, and I love her, but I always thought someday I'd be able to pursue helping animals and being around them all the time.”

  “Why do you think that's changed?” I turned my body to her and propped my head up on my palm. “You can still do all those things. You're going to college next fall and you can study whatever you want.”

  Brooke turned to me then and I read both grief and pain in her eyes. She opened her mouth as if to tell me something important, then changed her mind. She looked back up at the sky.

  “Brooke? It's going to be okay.”

  She gave my hand another squeeze and we watched the rest of her birthday fireworks in silence, our arms linked tight.

  Maybe You're Just Drawn to Bad Guys

  Shortly after the fireworks display, people started to head home. Even though the band was booked until two, most people had curfews. Ella Mae had talked to Ms. Shadowford and gotten special permission for me to stay out until one, so I needed to leave soon too.

  I found Drake by the punch bowl with Foster.

  “You about ready to go?” I asked. Truth be told, I was only anxious to get home so I could start getting ready for my late-night recon mission. I needed to rest and let my energy build back up so I could turn into the invisible girl.

  Drake's shoulders hunched a bit. “If you are, I guess.” His words slurred beyond the comfort zone.

  “I don't think you're going to be driving,” I said. I was annoyed. After all, he knew he was my only ride home tonight. A couple of drinks early in the evening was no big deal, but he was drunk. There was no freaking way I was getting into a car with him behind the wheel.

  “I can drive, baby.”

  “Not a chance,” I said. “Can you call your dad or someone to pick us up?”

  Drake snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. “Don't go yet, Harper. It's still early. Have a drink. Let loose.”

  He offered me a drink, but his depth perception must have been off because he ended up slamming the vodka-spiked punch into my arm and dumping the red juice all over Lark's white faux-fur vest. I jumped back.

  “Oh gross,” I said.

  “Dude, you just ruined her coat thingy,” Foster said with a laugh.

  “I'll buy you a new one,” Drake said. He turned and gave Foster a high five.

  I grabbed a napkin from the table and tried to wipe off some of the punch.

  “Hey, I've got a great idea,” Foster said. “We should totally get the gang together and head out to that creepy graveyard. We could take some drinks, tell some tales. It'll be awesome.”

  “Which graveyard?” Drake asked.

  “You know, the one on the far side of town. Out by the old Brighton Memorial Hospital.”

  “My curfew is in less than an hour,” I said. “I need to get home.”

  “Come on, Harper. You're no fun,” Drake said. “Come here and give me a kiss.”

  He puckered his lips and lunged toward me, but I side-stepped him. He looked hurt as he leaned against one of the poles holding the tent up.

  “Don't be a bitch,” he said.

  I'd had enough. “Sober up, Drake. Until then, stay away from me.”

  I walked in the direction of the front gate, but Drake grabbed my arm. He yanked me back hard enough to send a shooting pain through my shoulder.

  “Hey, that hurts, let go of me.” I tried to pull my arm away, but he wouldn't let go. Instead, he gripped me harder and pulled me toward him.

  “Don't walk away from me.”

  He pressed his lips on mine hard. I could feel the stubble on his face grinding against my cold skin. I pushed on his chest, but he grabbed me with both hands and continued to kiss me. If you could call that a kiss.

  I stomped on his foot as hard as I could.

  “Ow, dammit, what was that for?”

  I stared at him with disgust. How could he not know what I'd kicked him for?

  “Go then,” he said. “Find your own ride home.”

  Anger fumed up inside of me like hot ash, making my mouth go dry. I never pictured Drake acting this way, but I guess I should have known from the way he acted the first time we met that he was capable of being a real dick. I guess it was only a matter of time before his true colors began to show.

  I spun on my heel and walked to the gate, my heart pounding in my ears and my face feeling frozen from the cold wind that whipped through the area outside the main tent. I didn't run. I didn't want him to have the satisfaction of thinking he'd rattled me.

  Crap. I needed a ride.

  I thought about walking, but there was no way I could make it the six miles home on foot. A small town like this didn't have any taxis, and I didn't have any money to pay for one anyway.

  I stood in the driveway looking out at the empty fields and trying to think of anyone I could beg a ride from that was still sober. Something out in the dark pasture across the road caught my eye. A spark of light? It was only an instant, then it was gone. I peered into the darkness, but headlights from an idling car made it hard to see very far away.

  I walked down the driveway to the edge of the grass and looked again. Further from the lights of the house and cars in the driveway, my eyes began to adjust to the semi-darkness. Across the road, a little ways out in the field, I definitely saw something. A car maybe. A figure. Someone smoking a cigarette, I thought.

  Jackson.

  I don't know how I knew it was him. I just did. He'd probably brought his motorcycle out here so he could listen to the music. Of course, he wouldn't have been caught dead actually attending the party like a normal person. I ventured a look back toward the house to make sure Drake and Foster weren't following me, then stepped across the gravel road and into the field beyond.

  The grass was slightly wet already from dew and each long weed I passed slithered across my leather boot like a snake. My footsteps made hissing sounds as I walked. The figure was still too dark to make out for certain, but I had the feeling he'd been waiting for me.

  “Nothing like a mi
dnight stroll through an abandoned cow pasture,” he said.

  “What happened to the cows?”

  “I scared them all away.”

  “By the looks of this grass, that was quite some time ago.”

  “Did you enjoy the fireworks this fine evening?” Jackson said. Now that I was close enough, I could make him out a little more clearly. He was lounging against the silver bar on the back of the bike with his boots propped up on the handlebars.

  I tore my eyes away from him and looked up at the starry sky. “I bet it looked much cooler from out here. There were too many lights on from the party. How long have you been out here anyway?”

  “Long enough to hear the last couple sets the band played,” he said. He slid his boots from the handlebar and straddled the bike. He was wearing a long-sleeve black button up shirt, jeans and his black cowboy boots.

  I shivered in the wind, but wasn't sure if it was from the cold or from the way he looked in the moonlight.

  “Long enough to see that asshole put his hands on you.”

  His words cut straight to my heart. Weird how I had managed to keep my cool all through the actual incident, but hearing Jackson mention it, his voice laced with such anger, stirred me up. I looked back toward the house, thinking it would have been impossible for him to see that far. I could see the gate leading into the party and a few people milling about behind it, but nothing looked very clear.

  “There's no way you saw that from all the way out here,” I said.

  “I have very good eyesight.”

  “Like Superman, I guess.”

  “Perhaps.”

  “So does that mean there's also a kryptonite out there for you?”

  “Maybe you're my kryptonite.”

  He threw his leg over the bike and stood. My heart pounded and my breath caught somewhere deep in my throat as he approached me.

  “You shouldn't let anyone treat you like that,” he said. He crooked his index finger and put it under my chin, then lifted my face up so our eyes met. “You're too good for that, Harper.”