Ruler of Beasts (10 page)
Authors: Danielle Paige
My mom emerged from the bathroom, fussing with her hair. I was glad to see her vertical again, freshly scrubbed with her face all done up, but I had to wince at the length of her skirt. It was shorter than anything I owned. It was shorter than anything
Madison Pendleton owned. That could only mean one thing.
“Where are you going?” I asked, even though I knew the answer. “For three days, you're one step away from a coma and now you're heading to the bar?”
It was no surprise. In my mother's world, there were only two pieces of scenery: the couch and the bar. If she wasn't on one, she was in the other.
She let out an accusatory sigh. “Don't start. I thought you'd be happy that I'm back on my feet again. Would you rather I just lie on the couch? Well, you might be content to mope around the house all day, but
some
of us have a life.” She fluffed up her already teased hair and began looking for her purse.
There were so many things wrong with everything she'd just said that I couldn't even begin to process all the ways it was infuriating. Instead, I decided to try the sensible argument. “You're the one who just told me there's a tornado on the way. It's dangerous. You could get hit by a tree or something. Won't Tawny understand?”
“It's a
tornado
party, Miss Smarty-Pants,” Mom said, as if that explained things. Her bloodshot eyes lit up as she spotted her purse lying on the floor next to the refrigerator and slung it over her shoulder.
I knew there was no point arguing when she got this way. “You need to sign this,” I demanded, holding out the slip of paper Strachan had given me. It was to show that she understood what I'd supposedly done today, and what the consequences were.
“I got suspended,” I told her.
It took her a few seconds to react, but when she did, her face registered not surprise or anger, but pure annoyance. “Suspended? What did you do?” Mom pushed past me again to get to her keys. Like I was just a thing that was in the way of something she wanted.
If we lived in a regular house, with one and a half bathrooms, I wondered, would she still hate me this much? Was resentment something that grew better in small spaces, like those flowers that Mom used to force to bloom inside in little vases?
“I got in a fight,” I said evenly. Mom kept staring. “With a pregnant girl.”
At that, Mom let out a long, whistling sigh and looked up at the ceiling.
“That's just great,” Mom said, her voice dripping with something other than motherly concern.
I could have explained it to her. I could have told her exactly what happened; that it wasn't my fault. That I hadn't even hit anyone.
But the thing is, at that moment, I kind of liked having her think I'd done something wrong. If I was the kind of girl who got in fights with pregnant girls, it meant it was on her. And her stellar lack of parenting skills.
“Who was it?” Mom demanded, her plastic purse slamming into the counter.
“Madison Pendleton.”
She narrowed her eyes but not at me. She was remembering Madison. “Of course. That little pink bitch who ruined your birthday party.”
Mom paused and bit her lip. “You don't see it, do you? She's already getting hers. You don't need to help it along.”
“What are you talking about? I'm the one who was suspended.”
Mom flung her hand out and gripped the air, mimicking a pregnant belly. “I give her a year. Two tops before she's got a trailer of her own around the corner. That boy she's with won't stay. And she'll be left with a little bundle of karma.”
I shook my head. “She's walking around like she's God's gift. Like she and Dustin are still going to be prom king and queen.”
“Ha!” Mom hooted. “Now. But the second that kid comes, her life is over.” There was a pause I could drive a truck through.
For a split second, I thought of how things used to be. My
before
Mom. The one who'd dried my tears and challenged me to a cake-eating contest at that fateful birthday party. “More cake for us,” she'd said. That was when I was nine. After Dad left, but before the accident and the pills. It was the last time she'd even bothered remembering my birthday.
I didn't know what to do when she acted like this. When we were almost having a normal conversation. When she almost seemed like she cared. When I almost saw some glimmer of who she used to be. I knew better but I leaned into the kitchenette counter anyway.
“One second, you have everything, your whole life ahead of you,” she said, fluffing her hair in the reflection from the stove. “And then, boom. They just suck it all out of you like little vampires till there's nothing left of you.”
It was clear she wasn't talking about Madison anymore. She was talking about me. I was her little vampire.
Anger pricked in my chest. Leave it to my mother to turn any situation into another excuse to feel sorry for herself. To blame me.
“Thanks, Mom,” I said. “You're right. I'm the one who ruined your life. Not you. Not Dad. The fact that I've been taking care of you every day since I was thirteenâthat was just my evil scheme to ruin everything for you.”
“Don't be so sensitive, Amy,” she huffed. “It's not all about you.”
“All about me? How could it be, when it's always about you?”
Mom glared at me, and then there was a honk from outside. “I don't have to stand here and listen to this. Tawny's waiting.” She stormed to the door.
“You're just going to leave me in the middle of a tornado?”
It wasn't that I cared about the weather. I wasn't expecting it to be a big deal. But I wanted her to care; I wanted her to be running around gathering up batteries for flashlights and making sure we had enough water to last through the week. I wanted her to take care of me. Because that's what mothers do.
Just because I'd learned how to take care of myself didn't mean I didn't still feel panic setting in every time she left me like thisâall alone, with no clue when she'd be back, or if she'd ever be back at all. Even without a tornado on the way, it was always an open question.
“It's better out there than in here,” she snapped.
Before I could think of a good enough retort, she was gone.
I opened the door as she slid into the front seat of Tawny's Camaro; I watched as Mom adjusted the mirror to look at herself and saw her catch a glimpse of me instead, just before the car vroomed away.
Before I could have the satisfaction of slamming the door myself, the wind did it for me. So maybe this tornado was coming after all.
I thought of Dustin and his wasted scholarship, and about my father, who'd left me behind just to get out of here. I thought of what this place did to people. Tornado or no tornado, I wasn't Dorothy, and a stupid little storm wasn't going to change anything for me.
I walked to my dresser, pushed up flush against the kitchen stove, and opened the top drawer, feeling around for the red-and-white gym sock that was fat with cashâthe stash of money I'd been saving for an emergency for years: $347. Once the storm cleared, that could get me bus tickets. That could get me a lot farther than Topeka, which was the farthest I had ever gone. I could let my mother fend for herself. She didn't want me. School didn't want me. What was I waiting for?
My hand hit the back of the drawer. All I found were socks.
I pulled the drawer out and rifled through it. Nothing.
The money was gone. Everything I'd spent my life saving up for. Gone.
It was no mystery who'd taken it. It was less of a mystery what she'd spent it on. With no cash, no car, and no one to wave
a magic wand, I was stuck where I was.
It didn't matter anyway. Leaving was just a fantasy.
In the living room, Al Roker was back on TV. His frown was gone, sort of, but even though his face was now plastered with a giant grin, his jaw was quivering and he looked like he might start crying at any second. He kept chattering away, going on and on about isotopes and pressure systems and hiding in the basement.
Too bad they don't have basements in trailer parks, I thought.
And then I thought: Bring it on. There's no place like anywhere but here.
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DANIELLE PAIGE
is a graduate of Columbia University. Before turning to young adult literature, she worked in the television industry, where she received a Writers Guild of America Award and was nominated for several Daytime Emmys. She currently lives in New York City.
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