Ever Bound (6 page)

That would be the best thing that could happen.

“Stay after and help me with the chalkboards and sweeping.” Mrs. Peachtree turned on her heel and began writing on the chalkboard.

By the time the bell tolled and we were able to leave school, Drew had made up with Annabeth.

She was back to smiling at him and acting like he was the prince of some small country.

I couldn’t stomach Annabeth holding hands with him, so I stayed back and waited until they were out of sight.

* * * *

That night, a knock on the cottage door startled me.

Of course my first thought was that Grace had come to hound me again, but one of the sharecroppers with a sweat-covered brow stood at the threshold. “Master Colby, come quick. Someone has let all the horses out of the stalls, and there’s something smeared all over them. It’s terrible bad.”

I got Pop and gathered a robe on as quick as I could.

Chaos covered the rear grounds of the Rollins Plantation. Horses stomped all over the place as sharecroppers chased after them. Hens clucked and flapped their wings in the hen house as if a wild animal was after them. The pigs snorted, screamed and slammed against the walls of the pens. Finally, a few of them broke out.

It was a nightmare.

The workers chased horses that were smeared with some red substance from mane to tail.

After wrangling the horses together and getting them back into their stalls, the pig pen was the next most important task.

We all worked together to catch the pigs.

From snout to curly tails, they, too, were smeared with the same red substance, but it had started to dry to a thick brown. After a few of the workers assured me they had the pen secured, I started to the chicken house where a few of the women gasped and hurried away from the scene.

“Master Colby, someone has committed a cruel act. It’s so awful.” One of the workers wives covered her face with shaking hands.

At the chicken house, the wire around the cage had been clipped and headless chickens lay everywhere. Their heads were scattered around them.

A woman near the back of the rose maze shrieked.

In slow saunter, Grace Rollins walked up the path from the pond, carrying a headless chicken by its leg in each hand.

The men turned their heads.

Grace was completely naked with blood smeared from her forehead to her toes. As she neared the entrance of the rose maze and rounded the corner, she saw me.

For fear that she’d hurt a human and not just the animals, I rushed to her.

She leaned close. “Dear Colby. Fear not. I’m not insane. But the attention I’ll gain while everyone thinks I am will be priceless. Now, stand back and watch.”

Stone took the place of blood in my veins.

Grace moved forward toward the house, speaking as if she were a little girl. “Red is my favorite color. Don’t forget to tell Daddy when he leaves. You know how I get when he forgets my favorite color.”

Mrs. Amber Rollins rushed out of the house with a house maid close on her robe tail. She stood a few inches taller than her daughter, and with striking black hair cascading down her shoulders, she stared down a sharp nose and pursed her red lips.

As Grace approached her, she dropped one chicken and began stroking the back of the other.

Mrs. Rollins’s olive face distorted as tears stained her cheeks. She took a deep breath and jerked the chicken out of her daughter’s hand.

Mr. Rollins followed in a sleepy amble, but when he saw his daughter, he stumbled to her side. With his night shirt, he did his best to cover her blood-covered nakedness.

Mother of all that was holy.

Mrs. Rollins looked through the crowd straight at me. At first, I thought she might think I was somehow responsible, but her eyes pleaded with me. She shook her head and pulled her daughter into the house.

Mr. Rollins turned to the whole crowd behind his plantation. “If a word of this leaves this property, the person who is responsible will be sorry. Mark my words.”

* * * *

The next day began the last month of school.

The breakfast table was quiet. Everyone was so shocked at the previous evening’s events, they were speechless.

I went to the back doors of the main house for the first time in a while. Before I could reach the door, I found the person I was looking for almost as if she were waiting for me.

Mrs. Rollins stood at the back patio, staring out over the rose maze and the rest of the grounds. Her perfectly tailored red, gray, and black dress had not a wrinkle in sight. In the daylight, it was apparent that her daughters gained their beauty from her. Her hair was up in a tight do, hiding the fact that it was just as long and beautiful as Annabeth’s. It framed a face most artists would have loved to paint. High cheek bones, amber brown eyes, and red lips. She was stunning.

I rarely saw her.

Running the household had to be a demanding job. Keeping up with Grace was probably just as trying.

Finding her outside was helpful. When she saw me, a weak smile met her tired eyes. “Good morning, Colby.”

“Everything that happened last night… I’m so sorry. I don’t understand what got into her.” I couldn’t say much more in fear of putting my family at risk, but I needed to find a way to tell Grace’s parents that she wasn’t crazy. That she knew good and well what she was doing.

“I’m very glad you were here. I don’t know what we’d do without your family. I want to apologize for any inconvenience Grace’s actions may have caused. I know that had to be upsetting.” Her eyes looked odd as she spoke to me.

Behind Mrs. Rollins, a lady I’d never seen before, stepped into view. She didn’t wear a uniform as the other housemaids were required. Her gray and white dress was plainer than Mrs. Rollins but not by much. “Many apologies for the interruption, Mrs. Rollins, but I think Grace may need your assistance upstairs.”

Mrs. Rollins nodded and as the woman backed into the shadows, a smile that didn’t meet her eyes sent an unsettling shiver through me. The woman winked and turned to disappear into the recesses of the house.

Mrs. Rollins checked over her shoulder. “One more thing. Did you see anything else last night? Anything out of sorts? I mean, besides the fact that my daughter went completely insane?”

Still addled by the woman, my voice shook. “I’m not sure what you’re asking of me.”

“You’ve spent more time with her than anyone.” She paused, her searing gaze pleading with me. “Not that you wanted to. I know the time was mostly spent avoiding her. She has a way of getting what she wants. I just…”

Annabeth appeared in the doorway with purple circles under her eyes. Without a word, she passed me.

“I think Grace needs help if that’s what you’re asking.” I looked over my shoulder to Annabeth. “May I be excused.”

Mrs. Rollins nodded and her voice shook. “She’s all I have left.”

For a minute, I wondered if Mrs. Rollins sanity wasn’t at stake too. “I’ll watch over her, if that’s what you need.”

“Please. Do.” Mrs. Rollins patted my arm.

* * * *

That day at school, either no one had heard of the Rollins incident, or they were too afraid to speak of it. Without Grace in the midst of the class, it was an uneventful day, other than Drew’s incessant attempts to send notes to Annabeth.

Without unfolding them, she sent them back.

I dipped my head and couldn’t help but laugh.

He deserved her rejection.

When we finally left our desks, I caught up to Annabeth. “Hey, wait up.”

Drew gave me an incensed scowl as I moved to the spot he normally took beside her.

I gently took Annabeth’s arm. “Can we talk in private?”

Drew held up his hands. “I’ll meet you in a few minutes. We need to talk too.”

Annabeth sighed, exhaustion sagging her shoulders.

“Who is the woman at your house, helping you with Grace?” I wasted no time.

Annabeth tilted her head thoughtfully. “There are a lot of servants.”

“This woman gave me the oddest feeling this morning. She came out right after you.”

“Oh, you mean the tailor. She’s a woman Mama hired to do odds and ends at the house as well as sewing our dresses.” Annabeth kept her gaze straight ahead as she held her speller close.

“Well, she’s strange. You should probably keep your eye on her. An older woman winking at someone who could be her grandson… I don’t know.”

“You can’t keep the ladies from flirting with you, huh. My sister is so nuts over you she’s killing chickens. Next, you’ll have the house maids following suit.” Annabeth kept her gaze on the path.

“Whoa. Surely you don’t blame me for all this?”

She sighed. “Of course not. I’m just tired. Tired of her, tired of life at that house, tired of…everything.”

“I did all I could to make her understand I didn’t feel the same way. I can’t help how she acts out.” The nerve!

“I didn’t mean it. I’m just… Do you know the real reason she’s so set on you, Colby?” Annabeth finally met my gaze. She stopped, forcing me to do the same.

We stood in the lane, staring at each other.

“There are over forty rooms in that house. She wants my bedroom. There are over forty beds. Mine’s probably better. Because it’s mine. Any dresses I have made, she thinks are better than hers, though we have most of ours tailored to our own liking. Anything I’ve ever had, she’s coveted. The very first day you arrived on that property, I was fourteen years old. She saw me look at you. Not just how you glance at someone passing by. She saw the look in my eyes when I saw your dark skin and heavenly soft hair, and she knew how I felt. From that moment, she made it her life’s mission to have you. Last night was just another of her acts to make Daddy give her what she wants. Just to warn you. That’s you.” Without a word more, Annabeth turned and continued, leaving me rooted to the spot.

Drew ran past me to catch up to her.

It took a few very long moments for my legs to work.

I’d thought I’d had life changing moments. Things I could never return from. Things that would make me a new person, for better or worse. But when I learned that Annabeth Rollins had at some point in her life cared for me, wanted me, that proved to be the thing that dissolved all the bad. She’d looked on me with the eyes of a girl who could possibly fall in love with me.

Drew walked alongside Annabeth until I could no longer see them.

The bend in the road hid them, and Drew’s voice floated into the summer breeze.

Annabeth hadn’t spoke as far as I could hear.

I’d never really wanted to hear a private conversation until that moment. I needed with all my heart to know if Annabeth really cared for him now, or if he was just a replacement.

My legs no longer heavy, I made it to the fork in the road where one path led to the front of the main house and the other to the pond.

Annabeth was nowhere in sight.

How long had I been anchored by her words in the middle of that lane?

I tried to keep my mind on what I needed to do that evening, but it was impossible. The house was quiet as I carried out my evening chores. No piano music, no crying, no yelling, no drunk man stumbling into tables and cursing.

So all I could think about was her.

The last three years of watching her sister pursue me. And she’d said nothing other than her attempt to talk to me at the pond. She’d tried to get me to see her that day, but I’d ignored her. Saw her as just another girl.

When she was so much more than that.

I worked throughout the evening, studied with purpose, and got a good night’s rest. I had a reason to be the best I could be. A person to be the best for. Annabeth Rollins.

Grace had been right about one thing.

And Mama and Pop had proven it.

Social standing no longer mattered.

If you loved someone, you could be together.

* * * *

The bell sounded, but my heart was louder.

I’d never been so nervous.

Annabeth gathered her school things and started out the door.

I would find a way to talk to her if I had to throw Drew Cobb into the bushes.

Hurrying toward her, I tripped on a desk, but righted myself before I took a tumble into the floor.

From behind me, Mrs. Peachtree giggled. “Mr. Kinsley, you’d do well to look more at where you’re going instead of a girl. Can you spare a second? I need to speak with you.”

I groaned. “Yes, ma’am?”

“It’s nothing dreadful. I just wondered. With your schooling coming so close to an end, I’d hoped to see you apply to a college. As of yet, you haven’t asked for a reference.”

I looked at the wooden floorboards. “That’s probably not going to happen.”

After her words, I was reminded. I had nothing to offer Annabeth.

“There’s a school close by. I’d like you to take it into consideration. You’re so bright and full of livelihood. You’d make a wonderful doctor or lawyer.” Mrs. Peachtree’s smile was so hopeful, I believed her.

“I’ll think about it.” For Annabeth, I’d find a way.

* * * *

Close to where I turned off to go to the cottage from school, the breeze carried a guy’s words of sickening lustfulness, and a girl whimpers of obvious distress.

When the girl’s cries registered as Annabeth, I slapped the arms of overgrowth as I hurried toward the sounds.

On the forest floor, Drew Cobb had Annabeth pinned.

She was sprawled, kicking and shoving Drew’s free hand away from her. Her skirts were hiked up to her hips.

His other hand was over her mouth.

I grasped Drew’s suspenders and the back of his shirt, and with one arm, tossed him backward into a tree.

He hit with a satisfying thud and slid to the forest floor.

With clenched fists and sweat beading from my brow, I stood over him.

I needed to see blood.

He crab-crawled backward around the tree and a white, sharply pointed-edged rock approximately the size of his head gleamed in my line of vision. His eyes widened as I scooped it up with one hand.

I stomped toward him.

A girl’s voice screamed behind me.

I raised the rock over my head and held it there, waiting for proper aim.