by Lisa Lace
I realized I was staring at the family. I moved my gaze down to my spiked, four-inch boots. I was becoming overwhelmed with a terrible feeling of nostalgia. After all these years, I should have gotten used to Dad not being around anymore.
For as long as I could remember, I have had the utterly useless ability to maintain eye contact with people speaking to me but hear absolutely nothing at all. I like to think of it as having a mind with a penchant for roaming. Dad used to say I was a shining star, and I shone the brightest when I shut out the world.
I needed to keep out the world so I wouldn't remember how lonely I was.
For the most part, being by myself didn't bother me much, except when everyone else's parents were around. When I saw other dads everywhere, it emphasized his absence. At my first sports game when I was twelve years old, I remember all the other fathers cheering for their children scattered across the field. Dad wasn't there, but I always imagined he would be front and center. If he were there, he would have been the proudest of all the other dads. His hoots, whistles, and cheers reigned above all the rest, and Dad's cobalt-blue eyes glistened with joy...in my dreams.
Dad lived on in my imagination until I was fifteen. When I waved back at my imaginary Dad taking pictures of me from the front row during a choir performance, it piqued the interest of Michi.
"Gabby?"
"What, Michi?" I recalled, snapping at her. I hated it when people shortened my name. Dad gave it to me. It was the only thing of Dad's I had left.
"You realize there's no one there, right? Who are you waving at? Freak."
Michi said this in a cruel stage whisper just loud enough for all the other choir members to hear. I was mortified, not only because of her words, but also because of the mean and uncomfortable laughter around me. I never let my guard slip again. The wishful sightings of Dad swiftly receded.
I had a prepared answer for the few people who approached me, asking where my parents were. I informed any nosy people that they had both passed on.
My mother wasn't dead yet, but she might as well be, for all the love she showed me. Not that I gave a damn. A couple of weeks ago, I had spotted her in the grocery store when I was out running errands. I had hidden before we crossed paths. Lurking behind a concrete wall, I watched her with a peculiar mix of disgust and pity. It had been less than ten years since I saw her last, but it looked like she had aged twenty. I wondered if she had a drug problem.
Her sagging gray skin was pock-marked. She used to have rich, luxurious brown hair. Now her hair was thinning, revealing bald patches of her pink scalp. She was also twice the size I remembered. She was a wheezing, panting mess, struggling to balance the groceries in her arms with her bulky frame.
Standing idly by, watching the woman who gave birth to me struggle to feed herself might seem heartless to some. In retrospect, I guess it was cruel. Unfortunately, I had never experienced kindness from her. She was nothing like my dad. My mother was everything I never wanted to be – nasty, shallow, superficial, and above all, weak.
After Dad died, my mother rapidly married again, attaching herself to a new man named Richard. I suppose she might have loved him. To me, he would always be the prick she slept around with behind my father's back. Richard appeared in our house in a matter of weeks. It felt as if my mother let the drunk bastard move in before I could even shed a tear for Dad.
From the very beginning, I knew there was something wrong with Richard. He acted as if he owned our place immediately. He was rude, cocky, and obnoxious. My mother made sure to keep her new man happy but didn't pay any attention to her flesh-and-blood. I stood aside and watched as Richard and Mom squandered all the money Dad saved for us.
At least they spent it on healthy things, like fast food and liquor. I had to learn to fend for myself at a young age, feeding myself with their leftovers. Other times, I scrambled together bland concoctions from the old food I found around the kitchen.
My 'guardians' made it clear that my exceptional performance at school meant nothing to them. I had nothing to offer them they wanted, and I stopped trying to please them. I realized that I had to live my life for myself.
If you asked me why Richard had it in for me, however, I had no idea.
Most days, I did my best to stay out of his way. He started hitting the bottle regularly around the time my teen angst reached its apex. We seriously started butting heads when I approached the age of fifteen. Unable to keep my mouth shut any longer, I started talking back to him. Each insult I threw in his direction was more daring than the last.
The first time he got physical with me, I learned he wasn't fucking around. As I stepped in to defend my cowering mother against his never-ending battery, he hit me straight in the eye with his fist. Stumbling back to the floor with my vision clouded with stars, the one hundred eight pound man over twenty years my senior kicked me twice in the jaw for good measure.
He would get his hands on me on four other occasions before I finally gathered the courage to leave with Jake. In twisted hindsight, I suppose I should thank the tragic figures in my life for shaping me into the woman I was today.
It didn't matter anymore. My string of bad luck would end here and now.
"Attention, all passengers. This is the final boarding call for shuttle Alpha-912, bound for Maztek. The captain will close the doors in approximately three minutes."
I tightened my grip around the handles of my suitcase and raced toward the gate.
The wheels of a beverage cart rolled along tracks built into the floor of the aisle, stopping next to me. "Care for some coffee or tea?"
The shuttle attendant was a well-groomed older gentleman in a cream jumpsuit and immaculate zero-gravity boots that looked functional but had the unfortunate design decision of being bright pink. A loopy quiff sitting on top of his head bounced as he maneuvered his container of supplies. He flourished a hand over the neat rows of mixed nuts, cookies, and chips lining the top of the cart.
He must have seen my face because he quickly offered another product. "Are you hungry for some treats, perhaps?" he said with a smile. "It's been a long flight already, and I'm afraid Maztek is still another three hours away."
I didn't feel like purchasing anything, but he looked so eager that I couldn't refuse. "Just some tea, thanks. I'll have the mixed fruit flavor."
The attendant handed me a silver goblet filled with a fragrant, sweet tea. I sipped from my glass and set it down on a coaster. The back of my head slumped against the cushion of my headrest. I rolled my shoulders and tried to relax. Maybe the complimentary sleep mask would help. I eased the silky blindfold over my eyes.
The problem was that I wasn't alone. Even in the dark, I could still hear the chatter of all the other mail-order brides around me. Maybe they had interesting stories to tell. I could accept a lack of sleep if it meant I would be able to hear amusing snippets of conversation.
"It took ages for TerraMates to verify my profile, but I'm happy they did. I say it's worth the wait. My new husband is a big-time ambassador on Maztek."
"Mine is a second cousin of King Jacquim. He's practically royalty."
I rolled my eyes. What a gold-digger. I had heard her disgusting sugary-sweet voice throughout my trip, and I was already getting sick of listening to it.
"Ooh, Vanessa. You're a lucky girl."
"I know, I am lucky! Trinity? Are you still crying about your family? For crying out loud, babe, get over it. You know there's such a thing as a video call in space, right? It's practically free, too. Do yourself a favor, make a call, and quit whining."
Trinity wouldn't give up. "But I –"
"Look at the bright side. Your whole family came out to see you off. It's a shame that some brides have burned all their bridges and are fleeing the planet, coming here by themselves." There was a pause in the conversation. "One wonders what she might have done and why she's running away. I've certainly never seen anything like it."
Was she talking about me? The conversation wasn't amu
sing at all. It was time to take action. "Excuse me." I slid the sleep mask to the top of my head. "I don't mean to be rude – not that you would know anything about manners – but would you mind keeping it down? A few of us care about our appearance and are trying to get some rest before we meet our mates. It's a long interplanetary journey. We don't need to know every detail of your life and your voice is making the flight feel longer."
I must have been tired, because I sounded rude, even to my ears. Most of the women agreed with me, nodding agreement in the background.
I turned my head to look at Vanessa. She looked gross. Makeup caked her face, and it was impossible to tell what she looked like underneath. Still, now that I saw her, she looked strikingly familiar. Did I know her from somewhere? I thought she might be good-looking underneath the makeup, but a permanent sneer ruined her appearance. My eyes widened in recognition. I remembered where I had seen her before.
Vanessa had seen my epiphany. As she tossed her fiery, pin-straight locks over her shoulders, a fleeting look of panic passed over her face. She quickly recovered, unpleasantly puckering her shiny brown lips. "I can do whatever I want on this spaceship. I know my rights. If you don't like what you hear, don't listen to me. It's as simple as that."
"My apologies." I wasn't sorry at all. Batting my eyelashes innocently, I snunk back into my seat and folded my arms across my chest. "While we're discussing things that aren't anyone else's business, I think I have something to bring to the table. Have you been here before? I suppose the third time's the charm. Am I right, Ms. Greer?"
Vanessa gulped audibly, the color draining from her formerly smug face. She hadn't thought anyone would recognize her. When I was searching online for information on TerraMates, the name Vanessa Greer cropped up multiple times. TerraMates took pride in a low divorce rate. Vanessa had broken so many marriage contracts that she might have been single-handedly responsible for most of the TerraMates failures.
The only reason she seemed comfortable here was because she had already done this twice before. On both occasions, her husbands from the planets Dynotek and Mercury-II were so fed up with her laziness and overall piss-poor attitude that they sent her back to Earth. She was making a bundle. I didn't know how she kept scamming TerraMates, but she had a good con and was working it while it lasted.
Vanessa stopped speaking and stiffly slid down into her seat. The loud gossip quickly died down as the women started using their indoor voices. A victorious smile swept across my lips. As I stretched my arms out, cracking my knuckles, another bride took the seat next to me.
"Thanks for saying something. I was dying for her to shut her trap."
My face lit up. It was the bride I spied by the shuttle gate before boarding. Up close I could see her eyes were hazel. She held her hand out to me, and I accepted it, smiling warmly.
"My name's Cheyenne."
"Gabriella."
"Listen, Gabriella," said Cheyenne. Her face became serious for a moment. "I hope you didn't let her words affect you. She's insecure. You can tell by her attitude. Women like her are trying to get a rise out of anyone. It's a defense mechanism they use when they feel threatened."
"Believe me, I know," I agreed, nodding my head. "I saw you with your folks earlier. Your parents look like nice people. You have a sweet family."
"They are," said Cheyenne wistfully. She hung her head low. "It's going to be tough when I'm away. I can't imagine what my life is going to be like without them, but at the same time, I think it's for the best. My new husband seems nice enough, although my mom thinks I'm rushing into things. We were only talking for six months before we decided on a contract."
"Six months? You mean like half a year?" I echoed weakly.
"I know!" Cheyenne's face became bright red. "It does seem a little rash, doesn't it?" Cheyenne mumbled. "How long did you know your husband before you accepted his proposal?"
Ten seconds? "Uh, about that..."
"What the hell is this?" Our heads swiveled in Vanessa's direction.
"I asked for your oldest wine, and what do you give me? This tastes disgusting! Was this fermented from alien shit?" Vanessa snarled. She hurled the bottle at the attendant's head, who stepped aside as it flew past him. "You're lucky I'm feeling forgiving today..."
Vanessa's diatribe cut short as a thunderous, earth-shaking force struck the spaceship, shaking the floor beneath our feet. I didn't know what it was. Meteorite? Missile? Who would want to shoot a ship full of human females? The incident was short and sweet, but the violent chaos that erupted after the collision seemed to drag on forever.
I thought there was some disaster training before the vessel departed Earth, but I didn't pay attention to it. I was focused on meeting my sexy new alien husband. Now the cabin was full of the blood-curling shrieks of women and crew who saw their lives flashing before their eyes. I looked around for my new best friend, Cheyenne. I didn't want to die alone.
The overhead lights started flickering, and I saw the fear on Cheyenne's face presented in snapshots. Her hand reached out to mine and our clammy fingers intertwined. Some other passengers had paid attention to their pre-flight instructions and we emulated them, moving forward and bracing our bodies for impact.
I could feel a change in the way the shuttle was moving. We were going down. We must have been near a planet and gotten caught in its gravity well. The enormous, spinning hunk of metal was free-falling through the air. I was lucky to be strapped into my seat - the contents of my stomach started shifting as we helplessly let gravity have its way with our ship. I had the urge to vomit, but I was moving around so much I didn't even get the chance. I closed my eyes.
Before I knew it, we hit the surface of the planet. The shuttle bounced along the ground before colliding into a large boulder, settling backward as its motion stopped.
As soon as we hit the ground I had the urge to unbuckle myself and get away to safety. My eyes fluttered open slowly. My eyelids felt heavy, and my vision blurred with tears. I could hear and smell clouds of hissing smoke filling the air around me. Cheyenne's groans added even more to my unease.
But Cheyenne wasn't the first thing I saw. As soon as my eyes focused on something, I realized I should have kept them closed. Vanessa wouldn't have the opportunity to scam TerraMates again. Her body was only inches away from my nose. Her collarbone stuck out from her neck at an odd angle, and her empty, glassy eyes stared me straight in the face.
Before I had a chance to react, a blinding light shined into my face.
"You're coming with me, human."
Chapter Three
LAZ
I rolled over on my side. My pillow crumpled under the weight of my head. I was awake, but my pounding head and dry throat kept me from the physical act of actually getting out of bed. One of the privates had fiddled with the camp's particular heating system. As a result, my bunker was stiflingly hot and infested with flying pests.
I expected incidents like this. Most of the privates were morons.
My arms and calves were still sore from doing drills with the freshmen recruits. Despite my clear schedule tomorrow morning, I could not drift back to sleep no matter how hard I tried. I typically subsisted on four hours of sleep, so I was restless.
A magfly flitted past my ear. It found a landing spot on my head and clung onto my earlobe. As I raised an open hand to swat it off my ear, I heard the groan of a sinking floorboard. I sat upright and swung my legs off the cot.
My feet sunk straight into the worn insoles of my boots. I yanked on the pull-chain next to my cot. The lights switched on, filling the bunker with a pale yellow glow. I looked around the room. The file cabinets next to my desk were still intact, and the screen of my desktop was blank. I glanced to the left. The supply closet was bolted shut. My hand-held laser pistols were laid out on my nightstand where I had left them. I did a quick mental inventory of all the rifles hung on the wall.
A slow creak sounded on my right. I suddenly noticed the front door was ajar and lightly
swinging back and forth. I wasn't alone. I squared my shoulders and tentatively crossed the room. The door clicked as I pushed it back into place. That was my mistake.
The next thing I knew, someone pulled a foul-smelling sack over my head. With my vision impaired and my oxygen supply threatened, my training only allowed me one course of action. I started swinging blindly at my attackers. I heard a loud crash. Was that the front door being kicked open? Footsteps stampeded in my direction, and my arms were pinned behind my back. Multiple hands knocked me off my feet. My body became suspended horizontally. I couldn't fight any longer as my assailants started carrying me away. Further struggling at this point would be futile. I needed to reserve my energy for later.
Although my vision was impaired, it only heightened my other senses. From the fresh chill brushing against my arms, I knew we were behind the bunkers storing our tanks and shuttlecraft. The noise of boots crushing gravel was so crisp that it sounded as if someone was grinding herbs by my ear.
They lowered my body to the ground so I was able to walk, but surrounded me so I could barely move. I marched forward cautiously, feeling a light poke on my right leg with every step. The frosty blade of a knife strapped to my ankle was my last chance of escape. If I could get to it, I would be home free.
My kidnappers guided me into the back seat of a shuttlecraft. Until now, they had yet to slip up. They hadn't even spoken a single word. I supposed they were communicating with hand signals. Even though I was in a sitting position, I found it difficult to move my arms. Two massive bodies boxed me in on either side.
The ground rumbled beneath my feet. I felt my body being pushed back as the shuttle lifted off the ground. The sack over my head made my nose itch, but I couldn't scratch it. I sat perfectly still for the duration of the ride.
The first noise I heard was two beeps from the spaceship, indicating that we were beginning to descend. As the wheels of the craft deployed and we started rolling on the bumpy ground, I flexed my muscles. My legs clenched and I raised my heels off the floor. If an opportunity presented itself, I would be ready.