She smiled at him. ‘I’ll look forward to that.’
Jack was ready to leave. ‘I don’t like that game,’ he said sulkily. ‘It’s no good.’
Luke grinned. ‘That’s because I beat you every time.’
Luke’s triumphant smirk turned to a scowl when Rosie remarked, ‘Jack seems to have got the hang of it now, so don’t count on winning next time.’ Glancing at Mike, she murmured, ‘You won’t forget me, will you? When you have that moment of free time?’
Smiling, he made no reply. Somehow he thought it wiser. Not because of her, but because of the overwhelming feelings rising inside himself. Feelings of want… lust. Feelings that had lain dormant all this time – until she had appeared. It was disturbing.
Outside, she kissed him. ‘Remember how it was between us?’ she whispered. ‘Shame it had to end.’ Her fingers wandered to his thigh, tenderly touching him. Sending shivers down his spine.
He drew away. ‘It was good seeing you, and if we don’t meet again, take care of yourself.’
They went their separate ways; Rosie and her son headed back towards the river, while Mike and Jack walked towards the car.
‘Will we see them again?’ Jack wanted to know.
Opening the car door, Mike ushered him inside. ‘I don’t think so, son.’ Rosie was dangerous. She got inside him like no other woman ever could.
They had gone only a short way when the rain started again. ‘Is the storm coming back, Daddy?’ Jack was nervous.
Mike peered through the rain-spattered window. ‘Let’s hope not.’ Switching on the windscreen wipers, he settled back in his seat. ‘I think the worst is over,’ Instinctively, his hand went to his mouth. Rosie’s kiss still burned his lips. ‘We’ll soon be home, son. Just sit tight.’
The journey was a nightmare. The rain defied the wipers and blurred his vision. ‘I’ll have to pull over for a while,’ he told Jack. ‘I know this lane like the back of my hand but I can’t see a damned thing now.’ Sighing, he leaned against the steering wheel, his mind ticking over, wondering what to do for the best. ‘But don’t you worry,’ he assured the frightened boy. ‘We’ll be all right.’ All the same, he had a feeling the worst was yet to come.
Just as he feared, the storm came back with a vengeance. Howling wind rocked the car and dark clouds turned day into night. Rain fell in torrents, battering the car and pummelling the ground until the grass verges became slithering mud banks.
When the car began sliding towards the ditch, Mike knew it was time to get out of there.
He scrambled out of the car and dragged Jack after him. ‘Hold on tight, son,’ he told him. ‘We’ll have to go back.’ Reasoning that the inn would be the safest place, he headed back down the lane, battling against the wind and carrying Jack in his arms. ‘Don’t be frightened!’ He had to shout to be heard. ‘We’ll be all right, don’t worry!’
If the lines were not down, he intended calling Kerry from the inn. He didn’t want her to worry. And Rosie, he thought, was she all right? Did she and Luke get home before the storm returned?
Cursing himself for bringing Rosie to mind, he hugged Jack close to him, wrapping his arms tighter about the small, shivering frame. ‘We can’t be too far away.’ But, to tell the truth, he had lost all sense of direction and had no idea which way he was headed.
Jack’s voice invaded his thoughts. ‘Daddy! Look!’ Holding on to his father, the boy pointed towards the field.
At first, Mike couldn’t see anything, then, peering through the blinding rain, he saw the shadowy figures. It was the young couple. ‘Hey!’ Relieved when he realised his sense of direction had not deserted him altogether, he yelled again, ‘Hey, you two!’ The wind carried his voice away.
They didn’t hear him. Instead they kept going, hand in hand across the field and up towards the top of the hill. ‘You’d do best to stick to the road!’ he yelled out again, but still they appeared not to have heard. ‘I hope they know what they’re doing,’ he muttered.
The wind was buffeting so fiercely he could hardly keep a foothold; branches were cracking from the trees and falling all around them. Then, with a suddenness that sent him stumbling forwards, the wind fell and the rain eased off. He could breathe again. ‘Thank God!’ But where were they? Nothing around them seemed familiar.
Something was very wrong.
After the noise and confusion, the silence was awesome. The air was unbelievably cloying; Mike felt as if he was choking. ‘What the hell’s going on?’ He was no coward but now, caught up in this strange experience, he was afraid.
Jack sensed it. ‘Daddy, what’s happening?’
‘I think it’s over,’ he murmured, but deep down he knew it wasn’t.
He looked up to see the clouds clearing to reveal wide, amazing skies of brilliant blue. From some way behind, a solitary sheet of lightning daggered to the ground, splitting a tree wide open, where only minutes before he had trodden.
Following on the heels of that one came a second, nearer strike. The impact shook them both, making Mike cry out. ‘Jesus!’ The ripple of air became a terrifying force, throwing them to the ground. And, as they fell, with debris crashing all around, Mike wondered if it was the end of the world.
Trapped beneath the branches of a tree, Jack was sobbing, his arms reaching out to his father. ‘Hold on, son!’ Pitting his strength against the weight of the tree and the strange force of the air, Mike managed to grab the boy’s arms before he himself was pinned by the legs. ‘I’ll get you out, son,’ he promised but, without help, he knew it would be no easy thing.
Suddenly he felt the undercurrent sucking at his body, tugging at Jack, pulling him out of his grasp. Terrified, the boy stared up at him, his small fingers groping to hold on. Again, the eerie silence descended, striking new horror into Mike’s heart; with all his strength, he clutched at Jack’s wrists, his scream shattering the silence, ‘Don’t let go! For God’s sake… don’t let go!’ Something bad was happening, and they were right in the eye of it.
The undercurrent grew stronger: loose branches, enormous in size, were tossed about like matchsticks, spinning through the air as if some huge hand had snatched them up and sent them at unbelievable speed across the field, towards the young couple… into the soft, shivering light.
Mike felt weightless, helpless in the face of what was happening, but still he would not let go of Jack, not even if his arms were torn from their sockets.
While the wind screamed and the heavens shifted, Mike quietly prayed. He could feel himself losing the fight; the mighty tree which held them was beginning to lift, freeing them – to what?
Dear God above, he was losing Jack… ‘Noooo…’ His cry stretched through the air. He tightened his grip, holding on, even while the two of them were dragged out, skin and sinew torn as their helpless bodies scraped along the rough bark; shoes and socks were stripped away, clothing and hope shredded as they were drawn, inch by inch, from their sanctuary.
Suddenly, a terrible coldness enveloped them, and the quietness after such fury fell about them like a blessing. With the weight of the tree lifted from them, Mike found he could move. But his limbs were numb and stiff, wet with his own blood and Jack’s. Jack was lying face up, his stricken eyes staring out towards the field.
Mike followed his gaze.
He could see the young couple standing hand in hand, unsure, hesitating. Then they began to run, first one way, then another. It was as if an invisible wall held them trapped.
The air was bitter-cold now, deathly quiet with a strange kind of beauty. Mike knew instinctively it was life-threatening. The power that had destroyed was still there, quieter now, beneath the surface, sharing the very air he breathed,
‘Daddy, I’m frightened.’ White-faced and trembling, Jack clung on.
Mike kept his eyes on the couple, who were still in his sights. Hopelessly disorientated, they continued to run about, confused and frightened. ‘Make your way back here!’ Mike called out, but his voice was thin and
empty, almost as though he didn’t exist.
In that moment of incredible calm, he saw the youths driven apart; arms outstretched and calling to each other, they were carried away. Terrified, yet strangely intrigued, Mike watched as they were raised above the earth, spinning, gently at first, and then so fast he could not make them out at all. But he heard their screams; awful, shocking screams that made him tremble.
Like a great moving canvas, the sky seemed to roll back and take them into itself. One minute they were there, and then they were gone.
Mike had seen it with his own eyes but he couldn’t believe it. The sky had swallowed them up!
Silent and disbelieving, Mike and Jack held on to each other, fearing that if they were seen to move, they, too, would be sucked into oblivion.
Some hours later, mercifully unconscious, they were found. ‘God Almighty, they’re lucky to be alive!’ Hacking them free, the firemen stood back for the medical team to do its job.
As they were lifted into the waiting ambulance, somebody remarked, ‘The poor devils look as if they’ve been through hell and back.’
Only Mike and Jack knew the truth of that.
2
Seated on the steps of the camper van, Rosie lifted her gaze towards the seafront. From the high vantage point, she could just make out the shape of West Bay harbour as a ring of lights and, further down, the many colourful boats bobbing on the water. ‘It’s lovely here,’ she sighed. ‘I think I could settle here.’
Lying in his bunk, Luke heard her sigh and turned his head. For a long moment, he stared at his mother, thinking how beautiful she was, with the moonlight playing on her long auburn hair and those pretty green eyes that could light the world with a smile. But they weren’t smiling now. Instead they were sad and faraway. He hated it when she was like that.
‘Why are we here?’ His intrusive voice startled her. Clambering off his bunk, he pushed past her down the steps. ‘I never wanted to come here,’ he complained. ‘Neither did Eddie. It was you. Eddie brought you here, and now you don’t want to go. I heard what you said just now, about settling here.’
‘It’s not polite to eavesdrop.’
Incensed, he stood before her, legs astride, deliberately blocking her view of the harbour. ‘It was to see him, wasn’t it? You made Eddie bring you here just so you could see that Peterson bloke.’
Rosie didn’t look up. ‘He’s an old friend.’
‘Hmh! An old lover, you mean.’
‘All right, an old lover.’
‘I thought you said it was all a long time ago.’
‘That’s right.’
‘So why did you want to see him?’
‘None of your business.’
‘What if I was to tell Eddie?’
‘Tell him if that’s what you want,’ she said with false bravado. Eddie had a vicious temper.
‘Why is Peterson so important?’
Looking up, Rosie took stock of her son. Tall and gangly, he bore little resemblance to Mike, except for the unkempt brown hair that no comb could tame. But in many ways he reminded her of Mike – when he smiled, that swinging, easy way he walked. He had the same square chin too. Oh, yes, he was his father’s son, in more ways than one. But she didn’t want to tell him, not yet. The time wasn’t right.
‘What makes you think he’s important?’
Answering one question with another was a coward’s way but she had no choice.
Luke shrugged impatiently. ‘If he isn’t, why can’t we leave?’
‘We will.’
‘When?’
‘When I’m good and ready.’ She had things to do here. Important things that had waited too long.
‘Eddie doesn’t want to stay either.’
‘He can go when he likes. And so can you!’ Angry, she tossed her head, eyes blazing up at him. ‘You’ve two strong arms and you can find work at the drop of a hat, so you’ve no need of me.’ No sooner were the words out than she regretted them. ‘I’m sorry, son.’ Opening her arms, she invited him to sit beside her. ‘It’s the Irish temper.’ Laughing, she hugged him close. ‘Sometimes my tongue runs away with my head.’
Distressed, he sat on the step beside her. ‘I know I can earn a wage and I could manage if I had to. But you wouldn’t really want me to go away, would you?’
‘You know I wouldn’t.’ She gave him a stern glance. ‘But I do love it here and I’m not ready to go yet.’
‘OK, Mum.’ Everything was all right again. He had stepped over the mark and meant never to do it again.
‘So you’ll stop going on about me leaving – for a while anyway?’
‘I won’t say another word, honest.’
She flicked his hair back from his forehead, the way she used to when he was a child. ‘I’m sorry, Luke. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. Only I don’t want you nagging me.’ Just then her gaze fell on a lone figure making its way towards them. In a low, sorry voice she added, ‘I get enough aggravation from him!’
Luke’s mood darkened. ‘I’m going for a walk,’ he said, and before she could reply, he was gone, making his way down the other path, away from the approaching man, towards the open fields.
‘Don’t go too far!’ she called after him. ‘You never know who’s lurking about.’
‘Leave him alone. The boy’s old enough to take care of himself,’ growled Eddie Johnson. He and Rosie had been partners for some years now, sometimes loving, sometimes hating. Lately, their relationship was strained to the point of breaking. He didn’t want to lose her but Rosie did not care one way or the other.
Springing up, she stood on the lower step so he would not tower above her. ‘You’ve been drinking again.’ She eyed him with contempt.
‘Been celebrating.’ A squarely built man, with fair hair and close-set dark eyes, he had a high opinion of himself. ‘The harbourmaster’s taken me on as lookout.’
‘Then he’s a fool.’
‘Don’t be so bloody daft, woman. I’ll not be drinking on the job.’
‘Only before and after, eh?’
He laughed, rocking on his feet. ‘You cheeky bugger!’ He caught her to him. ‘I’m feeling randy.’
‘Are you now?’ Laughing in his face, she taunted, ‘The state you’re in, I shouldn’t think you could make him stand up long enough.’
‘Long enough to satisfy you.’
Disgusted, she pushed him away. ‘I don’t think so. But I’m sure you could find yourself a whore to satisfy.’
As she turned to enter the camper van, he slid his hands over her thighs, gripping her so tightly she couldn’t move. ‘You’re looking really lovely tonight, Rosie.’ He swung her round. ‘Why would I want a whore when I’ve got you?’
Angered, she slapped his face and he retaliated by crushing her to him. ‘I came back half an hour since to tell you my good news, and you were nowhere to be seen.’ Frowning, he added, ‘These past weeks that seems to be happening a lot – I come back and you’re not here. I don’t like it, Rosie. Where were you tonight, for instance?’
‘I went for a walk.’
‘I missed you.’ He kissed the back of her neck. ‘I always miss you.’
‘I’m tired, Eddie.’ Again, she tried to pull away. But it was no use.
‘I waited for you but you were gone a long time.’
‘I walked across the fields, all the way into town.’
‘Do you miss me when I’m away?’
‘You know I do.’ He had a mean, ruthless streak; she thought it best not to antagonise him.
‘I got worried,’ he murmured, ‘thought you might be seeing another man.’ Raising his face, he gave a long sigh. ‘If you ever did that to me, Rosie, I’d have to kill him.’
Rosie knew he was capable of such a thing. ‘I’m not seeing anybody.’ When you hunt with beasts, she thought, you have to be just as cunning. And she was. ‘I’ve always been faithful to you, Eddie.’ Not in her heart though. In her heart and mind, she had always loved Mike, always d
reamed of getting back with him. Now, because of what had happened, it would take that much longer. But she could wait. She had waited a lifetime already. All the same, knowing that Mike had fathered two children by another woman made her boil inside. Jealousy was an ugly, dangerous thing.
‘Don’t fight me.’ Pushing her down on to the steps, Eddie kissed her, a long, brutal kiss that bruised her lips. ‘Let’s do it here.’ Red-faced and excited, he tore at her clothes.
Rosie did not resist, though shame coloured her face. ‘Not out here,’ she chided. ‘Luke could come back at any minute.’
‘So what?’
‘We should go inside.’
Unzipping his trousers, he held her there. ‘I can’t wait,’ he groaned. ‘You’ve really got me going now. And you want it as much as I do, I can tell.’ Raising her skirt, he took her right there, across the camper steps.
It was quick and frenzied, and he was right, Rosie had wanted it too. Seeing Mike again, and knowing he was out of her reach for a while, had left her on edge. Eddie was small consolation, but it wasn’t Eddie she was making love to; it was Mike – Mike who was invading her body, Mike whose arms held her tight; Mike whom she meant to have, by fair means or foul.
Luke heard them from some distance away and he knew from past experience that they were having sex. It was never love; it never could be. Eddie was a beast who had to satisfy his lust, and Rosie was just Rosie, indomitable and exuberant. She believed life was for living, and Eddie had to be tolerated.
Ever since that other man had come into their lives some time ago, Rosie had been different, quieter somehow, and oddly distant. Sadder too, and that wasn’t like her. There was something about Mike Peterson that bothered Luke. His mother had a secret, and she kept it close. But he would find out. He had his ways.
Dismayed and thoughtful, he stood by the great oak tree and watched them for a while. His mother was spreadeagled on the steps, legs apart and feet touching the ground. Thrusting in and out on top of her, Eddie held her arms above her head, pressing the backs of her small hands into the rim of the camper van door. He cried out in bliss when Rosie arched into him.
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