Perception

by Lee Strauss

  PERCEPTION

  by

  Lee Strauss

  Perception

  Lee Strauss

  Copyright © 2012 Lee Strauss

  Cover by walkingstickbooks.com

  ISBN 978-1-927547-02-1

  This is a work of fiction and the views expressed herein are the sole responsibility of the author. Likewise, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are represented fictitiously and nay resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual event or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved.

  This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

  PART ONE

  ZOE

  Chapter 1

  I balanced on my surfboard, right thigh burning and salt water stinging my eyes, while the best wave of the early morning carried me like a goddess on a pedestal to shore. My older brother Liam and I shared a friendly competition, and it gave me a certain, blissful satisfaction to catch the same wave and to get to shore first.

  “Oh yeah!” I shouted over the noise of the crashing surf.

  Seagulls flocked and circled over us, squawking loudly, adding to the cacophony.

  The sun glistened off Liam’s damp blond curls as he shook them out. His eyes sparkled as his lips tugged up into a grin. “I let you win.”

  “Did not!” I smacked him playfully on the arm. “One more ride?”

  Liam unzipped his wetsuit letting the top half fall down past his waist. He was in fine form, and I understood why all the girls raved about him. He was responsible for a long list of broken hearts.

  “I gotta get going,” he said, lifting his board.

  I fell into step beside him, my feet sinking into the cold, wet sand. “So soon?”

  He nodded, the glint leaving his eyes. My lips tightened into a frown “You’re taking off with Jackson again?”

  Jackson was my boyfriend but lately he’d been spending more time with my brother than he had with me. It was starting to tick me off.

  Liam stared straight ahead. “Lab stuff.”

  “What are you working on?” I rushed to keep up with my brother’s long, strong strides. He flicked his head, tossing the hair out of his eyes but didn’t answer.

  “Come on,” I knocked into him sideways. “Tell me!”

  “It’s just stuff.”

  “Just stuff? Like what? Top CIA stuff? I know you’re smart but I think the government has been doing a good job without your help.”

  I meant it as a joke, but Liam huffed. “It’s just stuff, okay? So leave it.”

  I stopped short, shocked that he’d snapped at me.

  He turned around and exhaled, “Zoe, I’m sorry.”

  “Fine. If you can’t tell me, you can’t tell me.”

  We resumed our trek along the beach, and I pushed back my frustration. Liam used to include me in everything. It was always him and me against everyone else. Him and me against Alison and Paul, aka our mom and dad. Him and me against the surf. We were a team. When did we start keeping secrets from each other? Rather, when did he start keeping secrets from me?

  I re-adjusted my board under my arm. Maybe I could get Jackson to unzip his lips. He could be easily persuaded if I poured on the charm. I hated to go behind my brother’s back for information, but something about all this–this, whatever it was that Liam was doing–made me uneasy. I couldn’t pinpoint why, it just did.

  We reached our home, a massive glass box with two floors of windows facing the Pacific Ocean. It was built after the San Andreas Fault shifted and triggered the Big Quake that, along with the subsequent tsunami, wiped out ten miles of shoreline.

  A nearby white-stucco storage shed housed all our water toys. We stopped there to hang up our wetsuits to dry.

  “Thanks for surfing with me today.” Liam smiled at me, back to his jovial self. “I know it was a sacrifice for you to get up so early.”

  I smiled in return. “No problem. It was fun.” Surfing with Liam was one of my most favorite things to do.

  “You’re back for dinner?” I asked.

  Liam didn’t know it, but once he left, I’d be spending the rest of the day preparing for his surprise birthday party. He’d turned twenty-one yesterday and had celebrated at a bar with his friends. I couldn’t go because I was underage, and it irked me that Jackson went and that he and Liam had once again shared a significant moment without me. I took consolation in the fact that Alison and Paul gave me free reign to plan this party. My heart beat with excitement, and I couldn’t wait to see his face when he got home and found the house full of his friends.

  “Yeah, I’ll be there,” he answered.

  I bit my cheek to keep my voice even. “Good. We’ll see you, then.”

  Our property tiered twice before connecting with the sandy beach. Three glass doors slid open disappearing into the corner and creating a wall-less view of the stone patio that encased an eternity pool. Its waters slipped over the far edge into a waterfall that was collected again on the second tier.

  Liam strode into the house, through the living room and down the hall to his bedroom at the back, his wet shorts dripping on the glossy white tiles.

  I tightened the towel around my waist and climbed the open-slat staircase to my room.

  As I passed the maid, Saundra something, her brown face blanched. She stumbled slightly before grabbing the rail and catching herself.

  “Excuse me,” she said softly at my astonished expression.

  The woman really didn’t look well, and I was thankful for my enhanced immunization. I was glad I didn’t have to worry about diseases brought in from the outside.

  “Are you okay?” I asked.

  She nodded weakly, and proceeded to clean the rails.

  A trill of anticipation reclaimed my thoughts. I couldn’t wait for tonight.

  The door beside my bathroom opened into a second room, a walk-in closet big enough to house another bedroom set. Racks of clothes and shoes lined the walls, a well-lit mirror station was located near the sky light and a cushioned leather bench was placed in the middle for sitting. I stood in my closet and stared at the rows of sundresses, blouses and shorts.

  What to wear?

  I settled on a lace blouse and cotton shorts, then went to take a luxurious shower, rinsing the sea water out of my long, blond hair. I leaned into the built-in seat that was designed specifically for my body height and shape. Laser lights mapped my head and twenty-eight silicon fingers reached out to massage my scalp while shampooing and conditioning my hair. Most days I had to watch or I’d doze off, but today I was excited. I commanded the water to turn off as soon as the rinse was done.

  When I was dressed and my hair combed out and tied back, I slipped my platinum Communication Ring onto my left middle finger. I tapped it which produced a holographic image of my phone apps on my palm. I touched the clock icon and holographic digital numbers appeared in the air.

  Ten already? Where did the time go? That was the thing with summer holidays; every hour ran languidly into the next.

  I imagined the cook and her crew were busy preparing for the party in the kitchen. I’d requested fresh sea food and simulated roast, fresh fruit and vegetables, an assortment of fancy chocolates and baked items, plus a three-tiered, surfer-themed birthday cake.

  I skipped down the stairs to check on the progress, but in my hurry to the kitchen, I slammed into a body.

  “Sorry,” a male voice said.

  I stepped back, agitated. I recognized the dark-haired boy wearing the white tunic my mother made the male staff wear. He was the maid’s son. He held a wet mop in his hand, and I figured he’d been cleaning up Liam’s spotty water trail.

  He stepped politely out of
the way, but the expression on his face was stoic. Even though he was clearly from the outside and the help, I still expected some small sign that what he saw when he viewed me was pleasing. A twinkle in the eye, a slight upturning of the lips. These were the responses I got from all the boys. The straight ones, anyway.

  He wasn't especially attractive but I didn't see people with his appearance very often. He had eyes the color of imported coffee beans and skin like caramel candy. His nose was wide and his jaw-line sharp. I was suddenly intrigued by him and surprised myself by thinking he looked exotic.

  “Excuse me, what was your name again?” I asked.

  “Noah.”

  Right. I remembered now. I waited for him to say something, but he stayed quiet.

  Footsteps echoed from the hall above. My parents spoke together, their muffled voices floating across the high ceilings.

  “Do other maids send their sons to do their work?” Alison's voice had a brassy tone that carried through the cavernous space.

  I felt a flare of red creep up my neck when I realized Alison was talking about Noah. My eyes darted to his, but he kept his averted.

  “He does a good job,” Paul responded. “That's the main thing. Besides you know they need the money.”

  “So we're charity now?”

  “What's wrong with a little charity? Besides, they're not just anybody.”

  “I don't care. I still don't trust him.”

  I was mortified. My feet felt cemented to the floor and I didn’t know what to say. Anything would come off as trite since nothing I could say could undo what Noah had heard.

  “Did you know the Pikes have a household robot now?” Alison, again. “Apparently it’s very efficient, and at least Mary doesn’t have to worry about things going missing.”

  Noah’s jaw tightened and he turned his back to me. He attacked Liam’s dried and dusty water spots aggressively and soon had disappeared around the corner.

  “Zoe?” Alison click-clacked down the wooden stairs. She wore a pale yellow pant suit and high heels even though it was Saturday. She was in-between careers now, having spent the last fifteen years in law. She barely looked thirty years old and with lots of time ahead of her, she could do anything. Probably several things.

  “Mom! You have to keep your voice down. How many times do I have to tell you your voice travels in this glass box?

  “Oh.” She looked mildly shaken. “No matter. Is everything coming together to your satisfaction?”

  “I’m just checking in on things now.”

  “Your father and I are meeting people for lunch. What time is the party again?”

  I blew a frustrated breath. She could at least pretend she cared enough to remember details I’d told her a dozen times already.

  “Seven.”

  “Right. We’ll see you at seven.”

  Things proceeded throughout the day as planned and I was pleased with my ability to pull off an event like this on my own.

  The decorators showed up at 1:00 as promised.

  The band arrived to set up at 3:00.

  I got dressed at 4:30, having bought a thigh-length mini-dress that sparkled with tiny crystals just for the occasion.

  My hair and makeup girl arrived at 5:00.

  I tapped my ring and called Jackson at 5:30.

  “Where are you?” I said to the three-inch holographic image of him that popped up above my palm. “You said you’d help.”

  “Sorry, Zo. Got tied up at home.”

  “Are you okay? You don’t sound so good.”

  It was odd. No one in Sol City ever got really sick, but it wasn’t unheard of to get run down if you pushed yourself too hard. Jackson had been working a lot lately.

  “I didn’t sleep well last night. Uh, spent most of the day in bed.”

  I felt a little panicky. “You’re still coming, aren’t you?”

  “Of course. I’ll be there soon.”

  Alison and Paul arrived at 6:30 along with all of mine and Liam’s friends.

  I hushed everyone at 6:55, giving instructions on when to shout “Surprise!”

  It was all a wasted effort.

  Liam never showed.

  Chapter 2

  I called Liam’s ComRing compulsively as I made apologies to our friends knowing he’d probably turned it off so he could work undisturbed.

  This was so humiliating! I imagined him hunched over his lab desk, sleeping on his glass text-reader, drool leaking out of the side of his mouth. I knew he’d been working too hard.

  Oh, why this day of all days did he have to go and be so irresponsible?

  I instructed the band to play anyway and told everyone to start in on the food. No reason why we shouldn’t still have fun, even if Liam had to spoil things.

  “Let’s dance,” I said to Jackson, who’d arrived late.

  I needed a diversion to help me calm the anger boiling right under the disappointment bubbling right under the embarrassment I was feeling.

  “Actually, I think I’m going to go,” Jackson said.

  “You’re still feeling sick?” He did look pale. “Okay, fine.” I tried to keep the annoyance out of my voice. He couldn’t help it if he didn’t sleep last night. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  He gave me a quick, very un-romantic kiss and left.

  At least I still had Charlotte. Her stilettos clicked on the tile as she walked toward me with an apologetic look.

  “Hey, I fully expect Riley to jerk around with me when he gets older, too.”

  Her brother was only twelve, but at that moment, I was convinced it was true.

  “We can still have fun,” she continued, raising her blond eyebrows in encouragement and smiling. “Let’s go talk to Serena and Isabella.”

  ***

  I joined Paul and Alison for breakfast the next morning just as Alison went off again about Liam.

  “Maybe he should get a summer job. Learn what it means to work, to stick to a schedule.”

  “It's not like he's into drugs, Alison.” Paul rested his elbows on the table with the casual confidence of someone who worried little. He had a fit body from surfing and playing tennis daily, a chiselled handsome face and shaggy blond surfer hair that better suited a swim model than the company executive he was. Alison sat on the opposite end, the two of them looking like attractive, world-conquering book ends.

  “He's been experimenting at the lab. Maybe he's on the brink of a new breakthrough—something you might actually be proud of.”

  Liam probably fell asleep at the lab. The students kept a cot there so they could take naps instead of coming home.

  “Have you called the lab?” I asked. Paul took a bite of scrambled eggs and swallowed. “Yeah, no one's seen him, but that doesn't mean anything. The university's a big place.”

  I left my dishes on the table and started toward the steps to my room, but I paused before going up. I changed direction and moved quietly to the back of the hall and pushed Liam’s door open. Would be just like him to have sneaked in and be snoring in his bed while we wondered and worried.

  No such luck.

  Liam had a photo wall comprised of digital one-foot square tiles that flipped randomly through his favourite pictures. They cast luminous blue and green shimmers throughout the room and across my body as I stepped closer. Most depicted Liam and his friends up to their antics, and there were a few gentler ones of our family. Of those, most were of me and Liam together, taken by one of our parents. I focused on one with the two of us lying on surf boards at the beach, both with sun-kissed skin and bright-white, straight teeth. I pressed the image, pausing it.

  I was ten years old when Liam taught me to surf. I'd felt so clumsy, and couldn't find my center of gravity. He'd insisted I keep trying until I caught my first small wave even though I was on the verge of tears and wanting to quit the whole time. I'd hated him for not letting me give up and then, when I’d accomplished the feat, I loved him because he hadn't.

  So far I’d successfully pu
shed away the nagging thought that something bad might have happened to him. This time the thought hit me like a wall and struck me with cool fear. A lump formed in my throat.

  Get a grip, Zoe! Of course Liam was fine. I grabbed a bed sheet off the floor and snapped it in the air in an effort to shake off the crazy fear.

  The sheet straightened mid air and floated flat along his bed. A small white piece of paper drifted to the ground, so I picked it up. One word was printed in full caps: DEXTER.

  I tapped my ring and spoke Jackson’s name. It buzzed un-answered. Weird. Jackson always answered my calls. In fact, I was surprised he hadn’t dropped by for breakfast, assuming he slept last night. Jackson tended to spend more time at our house than he did at his own, though I didn’t blame him. His parents were never home. As an only child, Jackson had practically raised himself.

  I decided if he wasn’t going to answer his ComRing, I’d just go to his house and wake him up.

  I stuffed the note in my pocket and went to the garage. Then I belted myself into my two-seater MagLev, my magnetic levitating pod-car. It was a gift from Paul on my seventeenth birthday and although it resembled a huge dinosaur egg, I loved it.

  It was great to have my own transportation, finally. It only carried two people, which caused some dissension among my friends, especially Isabella and Serena since I almost always took Charlotte, but it was better than public transit or having to get Alison to drive me around.

  I spoke Jackson's name into the dashboard computer. My pod car followed the magnetic grid through the city—down wide boulevards lined with tall palm trees and artificial energy capturing “trees” that looked more like over-sized kitchen utensils—miraculously skirting pedestrians and a maze of other electro magnetic vehicles.

  Jackson’s house was nestled into a rocky cove further south of our place. I pulled up to the gate and extended my hand out the window. A quick scan allowed me entrance. My pod continued up the long curvy drive. Unlike our sleek, sparse house, the Pike home was patterned after an ancient Roman village. Tall pillars marked a solar-lighted walkway to the heavy, wooden front doors.