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Authors: Cheryl Rainfield

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Inez rocks on her bed, arms wrapped tight around her stomach.

No one will believe me, ”
she whispers to herself.

The lesbian who cries rape. Who doesn ’
t like boys. Who asked for it.

Tears stream down her reddened cheeks.

Three upstanding boys against queer little me.

And then she gets up, lifts up her mattress, and pulls out a stash of hidden pills.

 


Don ’
t you want to know what I saw about Inez?

I cough again, my chest aching, but my breathing is coming easier, now.


You know I do!

Gil yells, his eyes too bright.

But you can ’
t keep doing this. How is it going to help Inez and Jenna if you kill yourself? Do you know how guilty they ’
ll feel?


They won ’
t know! And I ’
m not going to die.


I ’
ll know!

Gil jabs his chest.

In the house across the street, someone pulls back the drapes and a face appears at the window.


I ’
m sorry, ”
I say.

I didn ’
t know how else to do this.

I wheeze harder.

I have to stay calm. I can talk in complete sentences again, which means I ’
m out of the danger zone. But strong emotion can trigger another attack, or make this one worse. I breathe out.

Inez was gang-raped by some boys from school. They targeted her because she ’
s queer. Said they could make her straight.

Gil

s hands clench.

Those bastards! Tell me who they are! I ’
ll kill them!

A vein in his neck pulses.

I

ve never seen him so angry. It should frighten me, after seeing what Mason ’
s done to Jenna, but it doesn ’
t feel the same. This is protective rage.

I didn ’
t recognize them; I only know they ’
re from school because of their jackets. They looked a year or two older than us.


Can you pick them out of the yearbooks?

Gil asks hoarsely.


I don ’
t know, ”
I say.

But even if I could, that ’
s up to Inez, not me. And I don ’
t think she ’
s ready for that.


You ’
re right. Damn it!

Gil slumps.

Maybe what you told me will help me help her. But neither Inez or Jenna would want you to kill yourself just to help them!

The vein in Gil ’
s neck is pulsing again.

Was all that stuff you told Inez about wanting to live just a lie? I won ’
t let you hurt yourself like this again.


It ’
s not your choice. I have to try to help them if I can! If you could see what Mason ’
s done to Jenna—”


So you call the police. You don ’
t try to stop it yourself. And you don ’
t risk your life by sparking an asthma attack. I like you, Kate. I like you a lot. But I won ’
t watch you hurt yourself.


Then don ’
t watch, ”
I say, wheezing.


All right, I won ’
t!

Gil scowls. Then he turns and stalks off.

The sky is grey with roiling clouds—exactly the way I feel. I walk to school alone, still wheezing.

Every time I see Gil in the hall, at lunch, in class, his eyes grow dark, and he turns away. It ’
s made the day feel agonizingly slow. I want to throw myself against him and tell him how sorry I am, just so he ’
ll look at me again with soft eyes. But I can ’
t.

He

s right; it was risky, triggering that attack.

But I found out important things that I wouldn ’
t have known otherwise. I know why Inez wants to kill herself now. Maybe it ’
ll help her heal if she talks about it. And I found out that Mason is spying on Jenna through her cell. That ’
s why he came home early when I was at her place. That ’
s how he knows what I ’
ve been saying to her. And that ’
s why he ’
s been beating her even more—because of our conversations.

I close my eyes, seeing Jenna again on the floor, curled up against the pain. She could lose the baby. Sustain internal injuries. Get a concussion. I know she can die. And I made it worse by telling her what I know while Mason listened in.

I chew on my lip so hard I draw blood. I have to find a way to get Jenna out of there—without her phone.

I look up at the wall clock. It ’
s almost three. I know where I ’
m going after school.

I glance across the seats at Gil. His shoulder is hunched up away from me. I sigh softly and watch the clock until the bell rings. I don ’
t even bother going to my locker; instead, I head out the heavy school doors into the warm afternoon. I make a wide circle around the kids smoking on the steps, squinting against the bright sun. Gil ’
s already in the parking lot, a group of girls around him, laughing, talking, touching his shirt, trying to get his attention. For a moment I think he might turn to look at me, but he ignores me.

My phone shrills. It ’
s Jenna.

Hello?


You bitch, how could you do this to me? I told you to back off!


Jenna? What are you talking about?


You phoned the cops on Mason!


What?

I stop walking.

No, I didn ’
t. I swear I didn ’
t.

My mind races. Who could have done this? A neighbor? But Jenna barely made a sound when Mason beat her. Mom and Dad? But they would have talked to me first.


Don ’
t lie to me. Mom and Dad would never do this.

Jenna ’
s screaming and crying, her voice breaking up.

I will not press charges against him, do you hear me? I ’
m going to bail him out. He ’
ll be back home tomorrow, where he belongs. You ’
ve gone too far, Kate. Crossed a line and done something you can ’
t take back.


I didn ’
t do it, Jenna; I swear!

I cry.

You know I wouldn ’
t!

A head turns. Gil

s looking at me, his face tense. My feet grow heavy. I know who did this.


I don ’
t know anything anymore, not when it comes to you. You are out of my life, Kate. For good!

The phone goes dead.

I stare at my cell, blinking. Then I stride toward Gil, ignoring the girls around him.


Hey!

one of the girls says.

I grab Gil

s arm and drag him away.


How could you do this to me?

I ask.

How could you betray me like this?


Betray you? I ’
m trying to protect you! To save your life!

The girls edge closer, fascinated. I yank Gil away even further.

I didn ’
t ask you to!


I couldn ’
t just stand by and watch you risk your life when there are other ways to deal with this.


Yeah. Ways that infuriate a man who ’
s good with his fists! You probably made him want to beat Jenna more! And me, too, now.

Gil rubs his chest.

I hadn ’
t thought of that. I ’
m sorry. I tried to be careful, said I was a neighbor hearing the screams. I got Inez to call, too. I didn ’
t think Jenna ’
d know. I ’
ll tell her it was me.

Around us, kids are texting; I know some of our conversation is being broadcast. But I ’
m too upset to care.


There ’
s no way you could know if I hadn ’
t told you, Gil. It all comes back to me.


I know it ’
s not a perfect solution. But it ’
s better than you killing yourself with an asthma attack, trying to save her.

I don

t have anything to say to that, so I turn and walk away.

 

TWELVE

Mom

s waiting for me in the doorway when I get home, her face lined with worry.

Did you call the police on Mason?


No!

I shut the door behind me.

You know I ’
d never do that!

I see the cops ’
suspicious faces, the flashing red and blue lights. Feel the fear and shame again. I turn and Mom ’
s standing there, blocking my way.

She holds me at arm ’
s length, studying my face. I look away.

But you know who did.


I didn ’
t ask him to!

Mom sighs and lets me go.

Gil called the police.


Mason ’
s going to kill her one day if someone doesn ’
t stop him.

He would have already if I hadn ’
t interrupted him.
I start to wheeze.


Take a breath, Kate. A deep breath. Good. ...Jenna said all they did was fight. That he didn ’
t touch her.


Because she ’
s too scared to admit it.


She ’
s so angry now; she won ’
t listen to anything I say. Not that she has since she ’
s been with Mason. You ’
re both stubborn and strong-willed—which I like most of the time.

Mom shakes her head.

Listen. I saw your peak flow meter readings from this morning. If it doesn ’
t get better tomorrow, I want you to stay home.


Mom!

I say.

Mom holds up her hand.

Your health is more important than anything. You know that.

I grit my teeth. But maybe a day or so away from Gil will be a good thing, give us both time to see things differently.

Fine, ”
I tell her.

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