Weightless (40 page)

I cringed at his pet name for Lana. She fired off something else, but I didn’t hear it, because an idea of my own set my heart racing again. Thumbing through the settings on my watch, I ended the voice recording and used my finger to slide the playback option. When I hit play, the yelling in the room ceased.

“
It’s just amazing. You were always pretty, but he made you…
” A rustling noise.
“Let’s just say I can see why he was so quick to claim you as his own.”

I shivered at the replay and slid the playback further. Rhodes’ eyes were wild as recognition hit. He heard what Dale had said to me and he layed into him again, his fist rearing back before connecting again and again, but I screamed at him to stop.

“Just wait!” I hit play again. Dale was now bleeding from one eye, too.

“I’ve been gathering witnesses. I have fourteen girls willing to testify against you.”

“And I’ve got three highly-respected doctors who will diagnose every single one of them with some form of mental instability. It’s my word against yours. And theirs. Sexual assault is one of the hardest crimes to prove, baby, and let me assure you, I am the only one who comes out a winner in the end.”

Dale’s voice was soft, but I could still make it out. My nose flared as I held the watch higher. “Let’s see you try to refute that in court.”

Lana’s eyes glossed over, a smile spreading on her face. Red and blue lights broke through the dark foyer and sirens surrounded us. I watched the lights play off the horrified look on Dale’s face as cops burst through our front door that had already been broken down.

“Oh my God!” My mom’s voice rang from the stairs. She flew down them, hugging her nightgown tightly to her body, her bright blonde hair in disarray. “What the hell is going on?!”

“Dale Poxton, you’re under arrest for the sexual assault of Lana Rhodes,” an officer said as he forced cuffs on Dale’s wrists. Dale laughed at him, but the cop was clearly not amused as he continued reading his Miranda Rights. Lana eyed him with disbelief just as Officer Martino slid up beside her. She jumped into his arms, hugging him tight.

“I don’t understand,” she breathed, pulling back to face him.

“What, you think I’m the only good cop in the Poxton Beach Police Department?” He smiled crookedly at her and she gazed up at him like he was her hero. I realized that for all I knew, he might have been.

“What are you doing? Let him go!” My mom chased after the cops as they hauled Dale out of the house, still reading his rights along the way. We all followed them outside, though Rhodes had to support me as we walked. I was shaking so violently I couldn’t stand on my own.

The scene in the yard was so surreal. I should have been focused on Rhodes’ arms around me or Lana’s face as she smiled through the tears of happiness in her eyes. I should have ran to my mom to explain what happened, except I didn’t really know myself. I wish I remembered what it felt like to be safe again in that moment, but I don’t.

I remember the lights.

I remember I wanted to photograph them, the way the red and blue splashed across his cold, emotionless face. But I knew even if my feet could move from the place where they had cemented themselves to the ground and I could run for my camera, I wouldn’t be able to capture that moment. There was no shutter speed, no lens, no lighting technique that could properly encapsulate everything I felt as I stared into his eyes. I had trusted him, I had loved him, and even though my body had changed that summer, he’d made sure to help me hold on to who I was inside regardless of how the exterior altered.

But then everything changed.

He stole my innocence. He scarred my heart. He took everything I thought I knew about my life and fast-pitched it out the window, shattering the glass that held my world together in the process.

I remember the lights.

The passionate, desperate, hot strikes of red. The harsh, cruel, icy bolts of blue.

They symbolized everything I endured that summer.

And everything I would never face again.

I squeezed my eyes shut as if it were the lights that had attacked me and not Dale. Rhodes pulled me closer and I buried my face into his chest.

“I trusted him,” I choked out.

“I know you did, Bug.” He ran his rough hands through my hair, trying but failing to soothe me.

“It hurts,” I groaned, clutching at my heart through the thin fabric of my tank top. My chest burned, like acid was slowly leaking between my ribs. Fresh tears fell in lines down my cheeks in the same course as those before them. “It physically hurts.
So bad.
Why does it hurt?”

Rhodes sighed, holding me tighter. He held me as close to him as he could, shielding me from Dale, from the lights, from the pain. “It’s weight,” he said, kissing my hair. And that’s when I felt it — all of it — all at once. “This is your weight.”

It took hours to file the police reports and get medically cleared. I had a pretty nasty gash on my head from hitting the floor when Dale smacked me, but other than that, I was just “shaken up,” at least that’s what the paramedic said. It seemed too simple to describe how I felt in that moment, but I was just thankful Rhodes got there when he did. I couldn’t imagine what would have happened if he hadn’t shown up.

I didn’t know what time it was when our yard finally cleared of all the cop cars. Our neighbors were still lingering in their lawns or behind their windows, phones glued to their ears, no doubt spreading gossip through the town about Dale Poxton being tossed in the back of a police car. When the last car other than Officer Martino’s pulled away, it was just him, Rhodes, Lana, Mom and I left. We all stared at each other, no one moving, no one really knowing what to do next.

“I think we should talk,” Lana finally said, clearing her throat. “Can we?” She motioned toward the house and I nodded, leading us all inside.

Mom was in a zombie sort of state, her hair wild and her eyes heavy, but she brewed up a pot of coffee for all of us as we gathered around the kitchen island. Rhodes took the bar stool next to mine and pulled me close, resting his hand on my leg. He hadn’t stopped touching me since Dale was hauled off. I was thankful. It seemed his touch was the only thing keeping me from losing myself.

“I don’t even know where to start,” Lana tried, looking to Officer Martino for help. He smiled encouragingly and rubbed her lower back.

“Why did you leave?” Rhodes asked. His lips were pressed together, his jaw tense, but his eyes were bright green and soft. I was so confused, so lost, but I couldn’t even imagine what was going through his head. His sister, who he assumed was dead just a few hours before, was now standing in my kitchen with us.

Lana sighed, twisting her short brown hair around her fingers before letting it spring back into shape. “I can’t start there. It goes back further than that.”

“So start from the beginning.”

Lana took a moment, a pondering look on her face. It was as if she were racking her brain for the right words to say, or maybe she was pulling a memory from an ocean so deep she thought she’d never have to see it again. I sipped my coffee and eyed my mom as we waited. I wondered how she was feeling, and even though we were on weird terms, I found myself wanting to hug her.

“When I turned eighteen, I started interning at the Poxton Beach Law Firm. I wanted to go to law school, but it was going to take me a few years of waitressing to get enough cash saved up to even think of applying. I thought interning would be the best way to stay relevant in that down time, and lucky for me, a spot had just opened up.” She said
lucky
sarcastically, and I knew if she could go back now, she wouldn’t have applied at all.

“I knew Dale was on the board, obviously, being that he owns the firm, but I didn’t realize that he was a lawyer and that he worked on certain cases. So, I was surprised and excited, to say the least, when I was assigned to the case he was working on at the time.” I noticed Mom sniffle at the mention of Dale, but she just continued stirring her coffee.

“I remember when you started there,” Rhodes said. “You would go to school all day, then intern, and sometimes serve after.” He shook his head. “I was so impressed.”

“It was important to me. And Dale made me feel like I was special, like I was one-of-a-kind. At first, it was normal — nothing alarming. He coached me, he was a good instructor. A lot of the interns got stuck pushing paperwork, but he always asked me questions and made me think. He trusted me. And I trusted him.” She swallowed. “One night, he asked me to stay late with him to wrap up paperwork on a case. I felt honored, he hadn’t even asked any of the partners to stay. But that was the night that changed my life.”

“Oh God,” Mom whispered, her trembling fingertips touching her lips.

Lana’s face was pale and I could see her arms shaking a bit. Officer Martino squeezed her hip to let her know he was there. “When he was finished with me, he threatened me. He said if I told anyone, I would be fired from my internship and blackballed from every college within a five-state distance. He said if I worked with him, he could make all my dreams come true, but I had to be willing to give him something in return.”

I shuddered at the similarity between those words and the ones he’d said to me earlier.

“So, naturally, because I’m a Rhodes, I told him to go fuck himself. Told him I would report him to the cops, even though he said I’d never win.” I tried to force a smile, because that did sound like a Rhodes thing to do, but I wasn’t sure if one actually appeared. “That only fueled his anger. So he went after what he knew was the most important thing in the world to me, the only way he knew he could get me to keep my mouth shut.” Her eyes found Rhodes’ and her nose flared. “He said he’d kill you.”

Rhodes shook his head. “Why didn’t you just fucking tell me? I would have killed
him
, Lana.”

“That’s just it,” she said. “Either he would have killed you, or you would have killed him and ended up in prison for the rest of your life. Both scenarios meant me losing you forever.”

Rhodes bit his tongue, but his grip tightened on my leg.

“I was your twin sister, William. And everyone else who was supposed to care for you in your life had failed. I couldn’t be the next one.” She paused for a moment. “So, I did what I had to do. I just needed time to make a plan, but in the meantime, I played his game.”

Officer Martino and Rhodes both ground their teeth at that.

“But every time he assaulted me, it got worse and worse. He started leaving bruises, marks that were calling attention from you.”

“I thought you had an asshole boyfriend,” Rhodes said. “I was trying to find out who it was so I could pummel the little fuck.”

“And you were asking me questions. Too many questions. I knew it was only a matter of time before you found out and went after Dale. I couldn’t take that chance. I refused to lose you to some monster.” She swallowed. “So I left.”

I felt Rhodes arms go slack next to me, and I found his hand, squeezing it with my own. I was still shaking, still broken from the night, but I tried to be his strength.

“So you’ve been hiding out ever since?” I asked.

She laughed a little. “I wish it were that easy. The first night I was gone, I stayed in a hotel under a fake name. Paid with cash. But when I went out to get food, I came back to a trashed room, all my belongings gone or ripped to shreds. It was Dale. He wasn’t going to let me leave.

“I didn’t know where to go, but I knew I couldn’t stay there, so I just started walking. I packed the blanket off the hotel bed and a pillow and I just walked. That’s when I found the boat yard.”

“So that’s why we found your bracelet there,” I breathed.

Lana nodded. “It must have snagged on one of the boat lifts when I left. I stayed there for two weeks. I was trying to lay low, figure out my next move, but I was scared. Dale’s crooked ass cops had already raided two nearby hotels and I felt them getting closer. I barely ate, I was dehydrated, I was scarred and depressed and terrified.”

“And that’s when I found her,” Officer Martino said, pulling her a little closer. She smiled up into his dark eyes and he brushed her hair behind her ear.

“That’s when he found me.”

“Where did you go?” Mom asked. I had almost forgotten she was in the room.