Seven Lies (ARC)
Page 21
ane,” he said. “This is crazy. Are you going to help me or what?”
12
I shrugged. I didn’t know yet. I wasn’t planning not to help him
13
but I also wasn’t planning to help.
14
“You’re just going to leave me lying here in pain? Or— fucking hell,
15
worse still— you’re just going to sit there and stare at me? All because 16
you think I groped you? Well, let’s work this back, then, shall we?”
17
I don’t think I nodded. I don’t think I consented to the barrage of
18
abuse that followed.
19
“Did I do it? Did I grope you?”
20
I could see that his vehemence, his animated rage, was causing him
21
pain, and yet he didn’t slow down, not at all, not for a second.
22
“Well, let me tell you this, then. I wouldn’t touch you if you were
23
the last woman in the world. I can’t think of anything worse. The
24
thought of it actually makes me feel a little bit nauseated.” He paused
25
and panted. “Or I mean that could be the result of my fucking head
26
wound, but it doesn’t look like we’re doing anything about that yet,
27
now, does it?”
28
He winced. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I thought he
29
might be finished, but he wasn’t.
30
“Did I say that I wanted you? Not a fucking chance. But how ador-
S31
able. That you think someone might. That’s nice, that is. That’s nice,
N32
9781984879714_SevenLies_TX.indd 144
11/6/19 4:33 PM
9781984879714_SevenLies_TX.indd 145
11/6/19 4:33 PM
14 6
E L I Z A B E T H K AY
01
right? To have that self- assurance.” He roared with the pain and then
02
blew the last of the air from his lungs in a brief burst before continuing.
03
“Well, let me tell you something else. You’re going to need it. Because
04
you want to know what happens next? I’m going to the hospital and my
05
wife will be right there by my side. And she’s not going to like hearing
06
about this. You are on borrowed time, Jane, so borrowed.” He made a
07
high- pitched squeaking noise, but it still wasn’t enough to stall him.
08
“So this is fine,” he continued. “Let’s wait this out. Because we both
09
know who wins here and it isn’t you.”
10
“That’s not true,” I replied. I felt sort of angry, but mainly agitated.
11
I wanted him to stop.
12
“Well, let’s just wait and see. Because I know what happens next,
13
Jane. It’s not even about you. It’s about me. This is my time.”
14
I reached out to rest my fingers against his neck. He flinched away
15
from my hand and then groaned, a sort of agonized growl, overwhelmed
16
by the pain. His cheek was so swollen, the skin stretched and shiny like
17
a balloon, his eye blackening and bloodshot.
18
I tried again and this time he didn’t move; he stayed perfectly still.
19
“Come on now, Jane,” he said. “What are you doing? Come on.
20
That’s enough now. Please.”
21
He was speaking through his teeth, deliberately holding his face
22
static, trying to minimize the pain. I could feel him vibrating beneath
23
my fingers.
24
“What are you doing, Jane? I need help. Can you just— ” He flinched
25
again. “Can you just take your hand off me? Take it off. Right now.
26
Come on.”
27
It felt sort of wonderful.
28
I look back on that moment and I don’t recognize the woman sitting
29
there on the floor with her fingers against the neck of an injured man. I 30
don’t recognize her smile. I don’t recognize her eyes. She feels like an
31S
entirely different person.
32N
I stroked his neck with my index finger and then with my entire
9781984879714_SevenLies_TX.indd 146
11/6/19 4:33 PM
S E V E N L I E S
147
palm. He was silent then and there was no more movement. I could feel
01
stubble sprouting across his chin, see the five- o’clock shadow cast across 02
his face, the result of not shaving for a day or two. He closed his eyes. I 03
could see his chest rising and falling, hear the breaths as he sucked
04
them in and threw them out. I ran my palm up toward his cheek.
05
I wondered if Marnie’s palm had been there, too, on mornings to-
06
gether in bed or during their first kiss. I placed my other palm on the
07
opposite side of his face and held his head steady. I inched my fingers
08
into his hair, feeling the film of grease at the roots.
09
“Please, Jane,” he whispered. “That’s enough. I’m sorry. I didn’t
10
mean the things I said. Let’s just— We can forget all of this. I promise.”
11
“I can’t help you,” I replied. “I’m sorry,” I said. “But I just can’t.”
12
“Then go,” he insisted. “Just get out. I’ve had enough. Go.”
13
I felt a sudden surge of anger. Was I really— seriously— being thrown
14
out of that flat for the second week in a row? No. I was not. I was abso-
15
lutely not. Because I was the one in control and I was the one who was
16
going to make the decisions. No one was going to tell me where to go or
17
what to do or if I was allowed to be there anymore. And certainly not
18
Charles. He’d said his bit and now it was my turn. This was my moment.
19
I took a deep breath.
20
“I’m not going, Charles,” I said, very calmly. I didn’t want him to
21
know that I was angry. I didn’t want him to feel any more afraid than
22
he already did. “I want to stay,” I said. “I’m going to stay.”
23
I guess I must have known by this point what it was I was going to
24
do. I didn’t want to alleviate his sense of fear because of some undue
25
sense of compassion or empathy. I wanted him to feel less afraid so that
26
his final burst of horror was all the more intense.
27
“Fine,” he said. “Stay, then. It’s not as if there’s anything I can do to 28
stop you.”
29
“No,” I replied. “There’s nothing you can do at all.”
30
He closed his
eyes.
S31
This was not my finest hour. I don’t need to tell you that, I know.
N32
9781984879714_SevenLies_TX.indd 146
11/6/19 4:33 PM
9781984879714_SevenLies_TX.indd 147
11/6/19 4:33 PM
14 8
E L I Z A B E T H K AY
01
And there’s not an awful lot that I can say in my defense. I simply en-
02
joyed watching him suffer. I liked that his shoulder was dislocated, that 03
his right arm was completely useless, and that it was causing him pain.
04
I liked the sight of the blood on his forehead, the thought of him lying
05
there unconscious for hours, the idea of him concussed. I liked his bro-
06
ken ankle and his swollen cheek and his bloodshot eye. I liked him so
07
much better than I’d ever liked him before.
08
I held his head firmly between my hands, my palms flat against his
09
skin. There were tears seeping from the corners of his eyes.
10
You have never hated anyone the way I hated Charles, so I know
11
that you can’t understand how satisfying this moment was for me. I had
12
that giddy feeling, that drunk, wild happiness. It was something I had
13
never expected to experience around him.
14
I moved my hands a little and he groaned.
15
“Sorry,” I whispered.
16
“Jane,” he croaked.
17
I shifted onto my knees so that my weight was above him and then
18
repositioned my hands. He knew, I think. It was then that he knew.
19
I took a deep breath. In for six, hold for six, out for six. I looked
20
away and up the stairs, at the carpet runner, cream bordered by blue,
21
and at the wooden banister varnished a mahogany brown. And then, in
22
one swift movement I rotated my hands and I heard a loud crack and his
23
neck fractured beneath me.
24
When I looked down, his eyes were closed and he looked peaceful,
25
his jaw relaxed, his forehead uncreased; the pain was gone.
26
It had worked. I hadn’t been sure that it would.
27
28
29
30
31S
32N
9781984879714_SevenLies_TX.indd 148
11/6/19 4:33 PM
01
02
03
04
Chapter Nineteen
05
k
06
07
08
09
10
I
11
swiveled around and I scooped my things— my phone, my house
12
keys— back into my handbag. I picked up the small gold key, the one
13
that had allowed me into this flat whenever I’d wanted, and I placed it
14
quietly— I didn’t know why I was being so quiet; it just felt appropriate—
15
into the little bowl on the side filled with a dozen other keys.
16
I turned off the light. I stroked my top over the switch. I knew that
17
it was highly likely that my fingerprints were everywhere in this apart-
18
ment already, but it felt right to be cautious. I unchained the door and
19
rubbed the metal carefully, pushing the fabric of my cardigan into the
20
grooves of the chain. I opened the door, wiped the inside handle,
21
and then let myself out.
22
I stepped into the hallway, into that puddle of darkness, and I pulled
23
the door shut behind me, listening for the quiet click of the lock. And
24
then, finally, I exhaled.
25
I moved a few feet down the corridor, toward the door to their
26
neighbor’s apartment, and sat on the floor, my back against the wall and
27
my knees bent in front of me. It was brighter there; it didn’t feel quite 28
so frightening.
29
I took a book from my handbag and I opened it against my thighs. I
30
wasn’t reading— my bookmark was positioned several chapters further
S31
forward— but it was reassuring to be pretending to do something. I
N32
9781984879714_SevenLies_TX.indd 148
11/6/19 4:33 PM
9781984879714_SevenLies_TX.indd 149
11/6/19 4:33 PM
150
E L I Z A B E T H K AY
01
could hear the soft ticking of the hands of my watch as the seconds slid
02
slowly past. Marnie wasn’t expecting me, and so maybe she was taking
03
her time; perhaps she’d gone for a drink with a friend or was picking up
04
dinner on the way home or walking instead, making the most of the
05
sunshine. There was no way for me to know and so I simply sat and
06
waited.
07
Even so, I was desperately aware that Charles’s body was a couple of
08
yards away, lying dead behind their door. I could picture him— exactly
09
as I knew he was— sprawled with his ankle twisted, his neck twisted,
10
entirely dead. I struggled to make sense of my feelings. I didn’t feel sad-11
ness, none at all. I didn’t feel satisfaction, either. I didn’t feel very much 12
of anything.
13
I focused very hard on pretending that I didn’t know that he was
14
there. I was telling myself that I hadn’t been into their flat— I didn’t 15
have a key, did I, so I couldn’t have entered even if I’d wanted to— and 16
that, as far as I knew, he was still as painfully, permanently present as 17
ever. I convinced myself of things I knew were false. I hadn’t heard any
18
noises from the flat: I rang the bell twice, but there was no answer and, 19
as far as I knew, Marnie and Charles were both still out, he at work, she 20
elsewhere: the supermarket, the florist, maybe even the library. I hadn’t 21
seen anything: I had simply been sitting here, reading, knowing nothing.
22
No. Don’t smile. Stop it. Now.
23
It’s not like I don’t know why you’re smiling. The irony is clear; I
24
know that. But if you want me to continue with this story, then you’re
25
going to have to try to see these things from my perspective. It was a
26
rash decision, barely even a decision at all. I didn’t choose to do what I 27
did. I simply did it. So don’t go dwelling on things like motive and in-
28
tent, because there was neither one nor the other. It was instinctive.
29
The question that you should be asking— and if you were paying
30
proper attenti
on, you would be— is whether, in that moment, I had any
31S
regrets.
32N
Well, I’m not answering that yet.
9781984879714_SevenLies_TX.indd 150
11/6/19 4:33 PM
S E V E N L I E S
151
If you’d have asked it, I might have told you the truth. But you’re too
01
busy judging me, aren’t you?
02
Anyway. Where were we?
03
I was absolving myself— in a subconscious sort of way— of all re-
04
sponsibility, rehearsing my lie and pretending that the incident itself
05
had never happened.
06
I scanned the open page of my book, running my eyes over the lines
07
of black ink, absorbing none of the words, none of the meaning, as I
08
skipped between paragraphs. I turned the pages and studied the shape
09
of the letters: their curves, their bones, their breaks. I couldn’t tell you 10
how long I was sitting there, filling the time with empty sentences and
11
stroking the lines of text.
12
Marnie eventually appeared at the end of the corridor. She was
13
wearing a raincoat, buttoned up to her chin with a hood pulled over her
14
hair and shopping bags hanging from her wrists. She was sifting through
15
her pockets— she pulled out a tissue and then an orange train ticket—
16
and then she looked up and saw me.
17
“Oh,” she said. “It’s you.” She stopped a few feet from her door.
18
I stood up but stayed rooted in the glow. “Is it raining?” I asked.
19
“It’s just started up,” she said. She buried the tissue and ticket back
20
into her pocket. “I wasn’t expecting you. Have you been waiting long?”
21
I shook my head and then remembered greeting the doorman much
22
earlier in the evening. “Just an hour or so,” I said. “I finished work early 23
and I had my book.”
24
“Are you . . . are you expecting dinner?” she asked.
25
She approached her door and reached into her handbag to find the
26
key to the flat.
27
I had been very calm, my breathing measured and my pulse consis-
28
tently slow. But I could feel my heart beginning to throb in my chest
29
and sweat bleeding onto my upper lip.
30
It’s important to say that I was not at all afraid of being caught, not
S31
at this point anyway. I was aware of it as a vague possibility, but I was N32
9781984879714_SevenLies_TX.indd 150
11/6/19 4:33 PM