by Komal Kant
“Yeah, there’s burgers and fries in the kitchen,” Tyson responded, following us into the house. “Have at it.”
It was eerily silent inside—I’d expected to walk into the middle of a shit storm between Ryder and my mother—but it didn’t take me very long to pick out the one thing that didn’t belong in the picture: Ruby.
She sat on the couch with her face buried in her hands. At the sound of approaching footsteps, her head jerked up and she stared at us with bloodshot eyes before jumping to her feet.
“Vin, Dil, my babies!” She hurried to us with arms outstretched as though she expected us to run to her.
That wasn’t going to happen.
As she reached us, I tried not to notice the minor similarities I bore to this woman, particularly the dark eyes and the deep cheekbones. Really, Tyson was the one that looked most like her. She always said that Ryder and me looked like our father, and that Dylan looked like his.
Years of drug and alcohol abuse made Ruby look a lot older than she really was. She was only forty-one, but she looked more like fifty.
Dylan didn’t make a move towards her, but instead grabbed my hand. I squeezed it in a reassuring way, letting him know that I would handle the situation.
“Aren’t you boys gonna hug your momma?” Ruby asked when neither of us said or did anything.
“Are you our momma again? For how long this time?” I asked in a cool tone. “Well, momma, did you know that last month Dylan turned ten?”
Ruby went pale at my words and her smile faltered. “Of course I knew it was my baby’s birthday, but I was so busy, you know? I really tried to make it, but Mikey was just so—”
I raised a hand to silence her, and she flinched almost as though she was scared of me. “I don’t need to know the name of your fuck buddy. I just need to know how long you plan on staying here.”
There was a thick silence, and then Ruby’s lips began to quiver as she turned on the waterworks. “Goddammit, Vincent! H-he beat me up! He wouldn’t even let me get all my stuff! All I got is that one bag!” She gestured to a single suitcase that was propped against the couch. “I got nowhere to go! I got no money, nothing! Baby, don’t you ever go thinking that I don’t love you! I gave birth to you, honey, and there ain’t no love like a mother’s. I know I’ve done stupid shit, but that doesn’t change the way I feel about you.”
Any other person would’ve reacted to their crying, broken mother, but I had no reaction. I had seen this act before, many times, and the only thought that crossed my mind was how pathetic this woman was.
“How long are you staying here?” I asked again through clenched teeth. She was really testing my patience. I didn’t have time to stand around and listen to her spout her well-rehearsed bullshit.
The crying stopped just as suddenly as it’d started, and Ruby narrowed her eyes at me. “For as long as I have to.”
“Not if I can help it.” Ryder was in the room, and in a few quick strides, he was standing beside Dylan, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You stay one night, that’s it. I don’t want you poisoning this house for longer than necessary.”
If Ruby had been a little scared by me, it was nothing to how she reacted to Ryder’s presence. She took a step back, her eyes wide as they darted around the room, trying to find a savior.
That was the problem with this woman. She could never pick herself up; she always needed a champion, someone who would take care of her and protect her. She was spineless and weak. She was a leech, a parasite that lived off other people. She repulsed me.
Ruby let out a whimper and walked over to Tyson who had been silent the entire time. “Tyson, sweetie, say something. Tell your brothers that what they’re doing is wrong.” She grasped his arm and stared up at him piteously.
For a fraction of a second, pity clouded Tyson’s face. His brow was furrowed as he stared at Ruby like he felt sorry for her. It was pretty clear that Tyson was the weak link, and Ryder could sniff out weakness in a heartbeat.
“I dare you to say it, Son. I dare you to go against me.” Ryder didn’t exactly raise his voice, but the threat in his tone was clear. If Tyson dared to challenge him, he would ruin him.
Whatever sympathy Tyson had been feeling, quickly vanished at Ryder’s words. He pushed Ruby away and glared at her. “I would never go against you for this piece of trash, Rye. I would never go against you over anything.”
Seeming satisfied with Tyson’s response, Ryder turned back to Ruby. “There is no one in this house who will ever take your side, you piece of crap. You can stay here one night and one night only. After that, I want you out of here and I don’t give a shit where you go.”
There was a creak of the floorboards, and Tyson turned and walked out the door. I think this was all too much for him. He hadn’t completely closed himself off to Ruby the way Ryder and I had. I think sometimes he thought that she’d come back as a mother, that she’d change, but the situation was too far gone now. Ruby would never be what he wanted her to be. She would never change.
Ruby’s dark eyes landed on Dylan who was still holding onto my hand. “Fine. I’ll just take Dylan. He’s my son and I can keep him with me if I want.”
A surge of anger pulsed through me, almost blinding me. Dylan was my responsibility; I took care of him, and there was no way I was going to let her ruin his life. For as long as I could remember, I’d looked after Dil, not because I had to, because I wanted to. I wanted to give that kid the best chance at life. I wanted him to have choices. I didn’t want him to turn out like any one of us. If Ruby thought she could get back at us by taking Dil away, she was delusional.
Shoving Dylan behind me, I took a single step towards her that had her shrinking backwards. “Just try to take him. See what I do to you if you step out of this house with him.”
This time there really was fear in her eyes. “What happened to you, Vin? You ain’t the same, sweet boy you used to be.” She shot Ryder an accusing look. “What have you done to him?”
“He’s not weak anymore,” Ryder shot back. “He’s not weak like you. I made him strong. I taught him to fight back.”
What happened next was something I didn’t expect. Ruby turned to me with sympathy on her face. “No, Ryder, you’ve taught him to be cold, hard, and uncaring. You’ve turned him into stone.”
With that, she turned and walked away down the hall. A few seconds later, the bathroom door shut.
What the hell?
“Stupid bitch,” Ryder muttered, before turning back to us. His eyes drifted over Dylan and then back to me. “Food’s getting cold. Let the kid eat.”
That was all he said before ruffling Dylan’s hair and walking out the house.
***
The next morning, Ruby and her suitcase were gone.
Dylan met me at the kitchen table with a solemn look on his face. He played around with his bowl of cereal, pushing the spoon through the milk, as I sat down across from him, burying my head in my hands.
There was some part of me that should feel bad about everything that had happened last night, I know there should. But I felt nothing except anger. I didn’t feel guilt or remorse for the way I’d spoken to Ruby. The woman who I couldn’t even call “momma”. The woman who said she loved me. The woman who said that I was stone.
That’s what was cutting me up the most; the fact that she felt sorry for me. This woman—who had no home, no money, no sanity, no one who loved her—felt sorry for me. That was the biggest punch in the face—that I was someone to be pitied, like her.
No matter how strong Ryder wanted me to be, there was still something about me that made my own mother pity me. Now that was fucked up.
“Vincent?” Dylan asked, his tone soft and tentative.
I looked up and met his blue eyes that were so innocent. Was there a time long ago that I’d looked at someone with the same innocence?
“Yeah, Dil?” My voice sounded tired and defeated.
Dylan pushed his bowl away and slumped against
his chair. “Is she coming back?”
My little brother waited expectantly for an answer from me. I was the adult; I was supposed to have all the answers, but I didn’t know shit. I didn’t know if Ruby was coming back. I didn’t know why she’d chosen this path for herself. I didn’t have a fucking clue.
“I don’t know.”
“Oh.” Dylan sucked in his bottom lip. “Does she hate me?”
Shit. My ten-year-old brother thought that his own mother hated him. What kind of fucked up shit was that? No kid should think that they were hated by their own parent.
“No, she doesn’t hate you.” I reached across the table and grabbed his hand. “She hates herself.”
And a part of me knew that that was the truth
No matter how much we hated Ruby, she hated herself that little bit more.
Chapter Seven
Estella
My feet were dragging on Wednesday at school.
Sometimes it got hard pretending that everything was fine when it really wasn’t. My friends knew a little about my home life, but they weren’t aware of the full extent of it. No one was. Not even Nate and Anna. I planned on keeping it that way. They both had enough to worry about without having to worry about me.
The skin on my left arm was itching a lot today. I wanted to blame it on the material of my sweater, but I knew that wasn’t the reason. It was a psychological thing; whenever I was particularly stressed, that exact same spot would itch. It had happened without fail for the past two and a half years.
I stopped walking when I saw my two best friends heading down the hall towards me. Mariah Brand easily stood out with her deep shade of red hair that was thick and curly whereas Lana spent painstaking hours straightening hers. Hadassah Swinton—better known as Hadie—was short and petite with brown hair. She was usually full of smiles, but that had changed recently.
“Hey, Estee.” Even Mariah’s voice was void of its usual peppiness today.
The general mood amongst my group of friends had been pretty morose lately. See, the thing was, our group of three had originally been four. Lana Buckley—who was also Mariah’s cousin—had recently had a falling out with her and we weren’t entirely sure where things stood with her right now. Mariah was really mad about it, especially because Lana was her cousin, and she couldn’t bring herself to forgive her.
As for Hadie, she was wonderful, kind, and selfless but last month she’d suffered something heartbreaking that had changed her. Some of the light that surrounded her had dimmed a little and she was forever changed. For a while, it’d seemed like she was pulling through it thanks to this guy in our grade, Eddie Cavallari, but lately she’d been withdrawing and pushing everyone away.
That was why I didn’t want to dredge up my problems and make things worse when they were already bad enough for my friends. There was only so much a bunch of seventeen-year-old girls could handle.
“Hey, Ray,” I responded in a flat tone, calling Mariah by the nickname we’d coined for her in elementary school.
Ray flashed me a smile that I could barely bring myself to return. “How did your job interview go?”
That was another topic that I wanted to avoid. “Yeah, it was fine. I got the job.” I tried to act like it was no big deal and Ray didn’t seem interested enough to ask about it further.
Besides, Hadie’s well-being was more important than discussing my tutoring job. Her eyes had been glassy the entire time and that wasn’t a good sign. It meant that she was thinking about the one thing that was killing her inside.
“Hadie,” I said in a gentle tone, “how are you?”
“Huh?” She looked up at me, startled. Her eyes were watery, and I couldn’t help myself; I reached out and wrapped my arms around her.
At first she was tense, but eventually she relaxed against me. “I love you,” I whispered, “and if you need me, I’m here. Always.”
Hadie didn’t respond, and that was okay. I just needed her to know, needed to remind her, that she wasn’t alone. The worst feeling in the world was one of complete and utter loneliness where you felt like no one understands you and that no matter how loud you cry and scream, no one will come and rescue you.
When I released her, Hadie seemed a little more at ease, and that made me feel better. It made me feel better knowing that I could help someone else, even if I couldn’t help myself. Helping others made me momentarily forget that I had problems of my own—problems that nightmares were made of.
And, right on cue, the skin of my left arm began to itch again.
***
That night, we didn’t have anything to eat.
The only thing I’d managed to find in the cupboard were two cans—one was tuna and the other was diced tomatoes. We didn’t have bread or rice or pasta, but I still made an Italian-style sauce.
Despite the lack of carbohydrates to soak up the sauce, Anna and I scoffed it down because we were so hungry. We probably would’ve finished it all, but I saved some for Dad like I always did. I wasn’t too sure where he was tonight, but he got angry when there wasn’t food waiting for him when he got home.
Once we were done eating, we stood side by side at the kitchen sink and did the dishes together in silence. Normally, Anna would talk non-stop, but after the ordeal with Dad yesterday, I think she was just as exhausted as I was.
Afterwards, Anna pressed two fifty dollar bills into my hand. I stared at her in surprise, not sure what she was trying to pay me for.
“It’s the money Seth gave me yesterday,” she said impatiently. “Just take it, okay? We need food or we’ll starve.”
We did need food, but I still wanted to argue with her on this. I wanted to argue with her for taking money from Seth and for making me take it now. Except, she was right. We would starve without food, and I didn’t tutor until Friday. That was still two days away.
“Okay, I’m taking it,” I said in defeat. “But that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.”
“You can’t do everything yourself, Estee. Sometimes you have to accept help from other people.”
I couldn’t even begin to explain to Savannah how important it was for me to do everything myself. That there was no one in this world who could truly help me or the people I loved, which was why I had to do it.
When Savannah headed out with her friends, I took a quick shower and, afterwards, just stood there and stared at myself in the mirror. I stared at myself and wondered why everything was so wrong in my life and why bad things happened to my family. First Dad lost his job and gambled our savings; then Mom left and I was forever changed
My eyes shot to the scar on my arm and I allowed hot tears to burn my eyes and fall down my face. I stood there a little longer until the lump in my throat dissolved and I could focus on my scar without blurred eyes.
Then I went into my room and grabbed the permanent marker from my desk and wrote over the disfiguration until the dark strokes and my skin were one and the same.
***
The rest of the week dragged by, and I was relieved when Friday finally came around.
Sure, I was somewhat wary at being employed by a Madden, but I was doing this to help my family. Besides, I couldn’t help but be a little curious of the notorious Madden family. It wasn’t every day that you got an inside look into their lives.
After school, Mariah drove me to Penthill and talked endlessly about her boyfriend, Connor, so I didn’t really need to say much. I was thankful for Ray’s chatter because it gave me time to think about how I would act around Vincent.
I still had mixed feelings about him. On one hand, I knew I should be afraid of him, but on the other, I couldn’t ignore the anxious butterflies that exploded inside my stomach whenever he got close to me.
Normally, I didn’t take much of an interest in boys—I usually just avoided them and turned down the ones that did ask me out—but Vincent intrigued me. I wasn’t sure what it was about him, but I wanted to get to know him. At the same time, I wanted to stay away from
him. These feelings he stirred inside of me were terrifying.
Anyway, I wasn’t the type of girl I expected him to go for. He probably found me about as interesting as a rubber pot plant. The way I dressed—long, baggy clothing, even in summer--was to keep wandering eyes off me. Despite, my best efforts, people still commented on my appearance and insisted that I could be a model, but I could never do anything that put me in the spotlight like that.
No. My body needed to stay covered. There was a scar burned into it that I never wanted anyone to see.
All I wanted to do was keep my head down, study hard, and get a scholarship to college. Then I could make a better life for myself and for Savannah.
When Mariah pulled into the parking lot of the library, Vincent was already there. This time, though, there was no truck. Instead, Vincent was leaning against a black motorcycle with his bare arms crossed over his chest.
“Do you think he’s one of the Madden gang?” Mariah asked, staring out the window at Vincent. “I hope not. He’s pretty hot.”
“Yes, he is.”
Ray turned to me in surprise, looking like she’d run into a brick wall. “Seriously? You think he’s hot?”
“No! I mean, yes, he is, but that’s not what I meant.” I felt embarrassed that I was acting so silly when it came to admitting that Vincent was attractive. “I meant, yes, he is in the Madden gang.”
I must’ve sounded pretty confident, because Mariah picked up on it. “How do you know? Have you seen him with the Madden gang before?”
Not meeting her eye, I reached over to the backseat of the car and grabbed my bag. “He’s an actual Madden, and he’s also my boss.”
“What? Shut the fuck up!” Mariah grasped my shoulder before I could even open up the door. “Is this your idea of a joke? Because it’s not funny.”
Sighing, I turned to face her. “No, Ray, I’m not joking. Vincent Madden is my boss. I tutor his little brother, Dylan.”