Chapter 25
“I want to speak to Virginia.”
It was the next morning, and after breakfast, instead of going to school, I had walked over to the isolation rooms where V was being kept. Once upon a time, I’d have been frightened to go over there, but, ironically, V’s own words egged me on: Act like you have a right to be there. Act like you have a right to know the answers.
“You can’t talk to her. She’s on Level One,” replied the annoying Level Sixer sitting outside the room.
“I wasn’t asking your permission,” I said.
“I’m going to tell,” the Sixer said.
“You do what you have to,” I said, pushing past her to open the door. V was in her pj’s, sitting on the cot, with her legs curled up against her. When she saw me, she motioned for me to sit down on the bed.
“I probably should stop trying to do you favors,” she said, offering up a weak smile.
“Yeah, it doesn’t seem to go so well.”
“I’m sorry, Brit. I think I blew it. I didn’t mean to. I thought everyone was gone, but Sheriff was there waiting for me.”
“Missy tipped him off that I’d been snooping around. Besides, I got the files.”
“You did? How?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ve got them.”
“I won’t be able to go through mine. Someone else will have to,” V said, giving me a probing look. “Or maybe you already did.”
“No, I haven’t read it. That wouldn’t be right. But I did see something in yours. By accident.”
V let out a long sigh. Like a balloon losing its air.
She slumped back against the wall.
“You’re eighteen. Why are you still here?”
“Is that what you saw? My birthday?”
“Yeah. Why? What else is in that file? Whatever it is, does it explain why you’re still here, why you of all people, you who hate this place so much, are still here?”
V shrugged and shrank farther back toward the wall. She was a tall girl, but she suddenly looked small, fragile, broken. I reached out to touch her wrist. She looked up at me, fear in her eyes.
“V, tell me.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose and took another breath. “I lied to you. I lied to all of you. My dad’s not a diplomat with the United Nations. Not anymore. He’s dead.” V started to cry.
I was stunned. All I could say was, “I’m so sorry.”
She sat back, straightened out her shirt and wiped her eyes. “My dad used to work for the UN. We lived all over the place, in some pretty wild places: Ghana, Sri Lanka. His last assignment was in Baghdad, but Mom and I couldn’t go with him that time; it was too dangerous.”
“Oh God. He got killed in Iraq?”
V looked up at me through misty tears and let out a bitter laugh. “No. I mean that’s what you’d expect to happen. I was at least a little prepared for that. Mom and I both were. People were getting blown up left and right. But no, he stayed safe there until the UN cut his mission short. He came home and it was great. Mom and I were so relieved. Then two weeks after he got back, he and Mom drove up to Connecticut to see my grandparents. On the way home, their car was broadsided by a drunk driver. Mom walked away without a scratch, but Dad was killed on impact. Can you fucking believe it?”
I was numb. All I could do was stroke her hand and say, “Oh V,” over and over. She kept going, the words tumbling out of her.
“After that, I kind of came unglued. Mom and I both did. It was more awful than anything I could’ve imagined. I missed him so much, and every morning for ages I’d wake up expecting him to be there. It was like losing him all over again. Every day. You know what that’s like, don’t you?”
I thought of my mom, the secret wish I’d nursed every morning that I’d find her downstairs, making breakfast. I nodded.
“So that was that. And then my whole world seemed to go berserk, and I felt like I couldn’t trust my footing anymore. I just got scared to go out, scared I’d get hit by a car or electrocuted by a power line or bitten by a dog. It was totally irrational. It got so I couldn’t even leave our apartment. It felt like doom was lurking in the most random of places. It was obvious that I needed some help. So here’s the really crazy thing, Brit. I’m the one who chose Red Rock. I chose this place.”
“Why? Why would you want to come here?”
“It felt safe to me. It still feels safe to me. We’re way out here in the middle of nowhere. We’re watched. We’re taken care of….”
“We’re spied on. It’s horrid. You hate it here. You hate it more than most.”
V barked out a cutting laugh. “And I really do hate it. That’s the oddest thing. I hate what it does to smart, mouthy girls like you. But for me, it’s comforting. I know what to hate, what to fear, what to expect.”
“And you also know how to keep yourself here.”
“I guess. All the level demotions are just for show, although Clayton and Sheriff are as hard on me as anyone. My mom will let me stay here as long as I need to. She’s petrified of losing me, too.” V stopped and wiped her tears, her caustic laugh weakening to a nervous giggle. Then she looked up and bore into me with those eyes of hers. “Did you see your file?”
I nodded.
“And were there any bugaboos?”
“A letter from my mom, one that no one had shown me.”
“Was she raving mad?”
“No, that was the strangest part. She was lucid. She knew what was happening to her. For that moment, anyway.” I shook my head.
“What?” V asked.
“It’s just that we’d like to think that craziness and sanity are on opposite ends of an ocean, but really they’re more like neighboring islands.”
V stared at me. “Is that what scares you? The thought that Brit Hemphill may be living a little too close to the island of the crazies?”
“Everyone else seems to think I’m already living on Crazy Island.”
“Like who?”
“Clayton. Dad. I never told anyone this, but he came to visit me in the spring, and while he didn’t admit as much, I could tell that’s what he thought.”
“Forget your dad. What do you think?”
I felt my shoulders retreat into a defensive shrug, but then I pulled them back down. V had come clean to me, and it was my turn. I owed it to both of us. “I’m scared,” I said, my voice a tiny croak.
“Of what?”
“That I’m going to end up like her, that it’s my destiny,” I whispered.
“And what makes you think it is?”
“I look like her, I sound like her, I act like her, like she did when she was younger.”
“But I thought your mom was the coolest, that everyone loved her.”
“She was,” I said.
“Then you should be thrilled to be just like her.”
“Not if the end of that path is insanity,” I said. And then it was all out there. Everything. It was said out loud. V didn’t stroke my hand or say my name or hug me. She just watched me, her eyes sharp and glinting and wise.
“Cinders, I would’ve thought you of all people would know better. There are no wicked stepmothers and there are no fairy godmothers, and there are no Prince Charmings. There is no preordained destiny. You get to decide that. You decide your destiny.”
“But what if I have it? Like a sickness. Inside me.”
“Then you have it, and maybe one day it gets you. But you decide how you live your life in the meantime. You can hide in fear. Or you can live life.”
I looked into V’s eyes. She was sitting up straight again, the fragile little girl gone for now. She was my tough-ass friend, my sister. And she was right, in more ways than one. “Maybe it’s time you took your own advice,” I told her.
Her gaze found mine and held it for a second. “Maybe you’re right.”
Chapter 26
If Bebe and Cassie thought I was foolish to attempt it, Ansley and Beth thought I was downright nuts. When I ca
lled them with my plan, they were dead against it. I told them it was the only way.
I didn’t have a chance to tell V what I was going to do, but I thought she’d approve. Her words, after all, were driving me.
I broke out the same way I had in March, through the same unarmed door, jammed open with a rock. And Ansley and Beth were waiting for me the same as before, only this time with more trepidation than anticipation.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Ansley asked. “You don’t exactly have a good track record.”
“We could bring him your files,” Beth suggested.
“It’s the only way. He’s got this idea of us as these bratty, stupid kids. If I meet him in person, maybe he’ll take me seriously.”
“He might also blow a hole in you with a shotgun,” Ansley said.
“Ans, don’t scare her.”
“Well, it’s Utah. Everyone’s got a gun, and he could mistake her for a prowler.”
“I’m not a prowler. I’m a teenaged girl, and I don’t get the feeling he spooks easily. He won’t shoot me.”
We drove on in silence, through St. George and up toward Zion, where what seemed like years ago I’d spent part of a night with Jed. Instead of cutting into the park, Ansley turned north until the road emptied out again. It was late, around 11:30, but when we pulled down the tree-lined drive to Henley’s giant ranch, the lights on his three-story adobe house were blazing. At least I wouldn’t wake him.
“We’ll wait right here,” Beth said.
“If he starts shooting, duck and run for the car,” Ansley said.
As I walked up the front path, dogs started barking inside the house, and before I could ring the bell, the door opened. Henley was old, with a shock of white hair. He wore tattered old pajamas and held a fat book, his finger bookmarking his page.
“What the hell do you want this time of night?” he growled. “Don’t tell me you’re selling Girl Scout cookies.”
I looked down at my Red Rock uniform. “Mr. Henley. My name is Brit Hemphill. I called you a few weeks ago.”
“Not you again. I told you. I don’t care.” He tried to shut the door, but I shoved my foot into it. He turned around to look at me, kind of surprised, but he didn’t close the door. I walked through it.
“I don’t recall asking you in.”
“I know, but just hear me out. Here.” I presented him the file the Sisters and I had amassed. It was almost as thick as his book.
“What’s this?”
“Evidence. About Red Rock Academy.”
Henley guffawed. “Evidence? What, that they’re using dog meat in the tacos?”
“I know it seems funny to you, but I can assure you, there are some serious transgressions going on at the school. And yet no one seems to care. No one believes us.”
“I’ve heard about your school. It’s for rich little drug addicts and runaways,” he said, eyeing the tattoo on my arm. “I’ve no interest in that.”
“Please, if you would just read this. Take a look. Evaluate it.”
Henley picked up the file, gave the folder a cursory glance and handed it back to me. “Stop wasting my time, kid. It’s past your bedtime, no more games.” He started to walk toward the kitchen.
“Why won’t you just look at it?” I shouted. “Why won’t you give us a chance?”
“I gave you a chance last time by not calling your bloody principal. And I’m giving you a chance now. A chance to leave before I call the police.”
“Right, because authority is always right, Mr. Henley? Were they right in the Alabama town you grew up in, when they burned down black churches? Were they right when they bombed women and kids in Vietnam? Were they right when they locked up South African freedom fighters?”
He stared at me, his ears turning red. “You can’t be comparing yourself to those people. You simply cannot.”
“I’m not. I know it’s not that bad. But it’s still wrong. And no one seems to care about it because we’re kids and our parents sent us to Red Rock. As if adults don’t screw up, too!”
“Look, I feel your pain. But I’m not your man. Leave now.”
“Wasn’t it you who said that the only way to guard freedom was to question those in power? That’s what you said when you won your first Pulitzer. Doesn’t that hold true anymore? There’s something happening in your backyard, and it’s bad, and you’re the only one who can help change it. We need someone to help us!” I was yelling now. “I read what you wrote. I know all about you. You used to care about injustice. Please, please listen to us.”
I threw the folder on the floor, and before Skip Henley could call the cops on me, I turned around and ran.
“It’s a miracle you didn’t get caught,” Cassie said. I’d cornered her, Bebe, and Laurel in the cafeteria the next morning.
“You are pretty lucky,” Laurel said. “V’s break-in still has everyone really nervous. I’m amazed you made it out. I’m amazed you came back.”
“I know. Maybe I should’ve kept going. Then the whole thing wouldn’t have been such a bust.”
“Don’t worry, Brit. I’m outa here in no time and I’ll find someone who’ll listen.”
“Thanks, Cass. But all that evidence. Everything we risked our butts for. It’s all gone.”
“And you’re sure he didn’t bite?” Laurel asked.
“No way. You should’ve seen the way he looked at me. Like some dumb little girl. He thinks we’re a bunch of spoiled brats, and what’d I do? I went and had a temper tantrum in front of him. Played right into that one. He thinks we’re a joke.”
“Don’t beat yourself up,” Cassie said. “You gave it your best shot.”
“One day the tables will be turned, dears—all these old farts will be needing our help,” Bebe said. “We’ll let them rot while we get pedicures.”
A week after my field trip to Henley’s, V pulled a little escape trip of her own, showing up in the quarry one afternoon and walking right up to us.
“Hey cowgirl, how’d you get sprung?” Cassie asked.
V looked at me and smiled. “I have my ways,” she said.
“Always with the mystery, this one,” Bebe said.
“Cassie’s the real Houdini. What do you have, a month left?”
“Nah, three and a half weeks,” Cassie said, her head bowed.
“Don’t tell me,” Bebe said, “you’re sad to be going?”
“Not quite sad, but a dash mixed up. It’s just, I’m goin’ home.” Cassie paused. I had never seen her look so defeated. “You gotta understand,” she continued, “where I come from, they invented redneck there. And if you’re so much as suspected of being different, it’s like you’re always in danger of getting found out, just waitin’ for the ‘Gotcha!’”
“That sounds like here,” I said.
“Nah, it ain’t the same. Here we’re surrounded by so many people that don’t fit in that we all fit in. Like when y’all met me.” Cassie smiled. “None of y’all even flinched knowin’ I might be gay. The punch line is that messin’ with some girl got me sent here, to be fixed. And now that I’m here, my secret’s out and I don’t feel so alone.”
“You willing to risk one final breakout?” I asked. “We want to send you off in style.”
“Sure, why not? My parents have already booked my flight home, so there’s no backpedaling now.”
“There’s supposed to be a big meteor shower in two nights. I thought we could sneak out, watch it. It might be a while before we’ll all be together again.”
“That sounds like a nice way to say farewell,” Cassie said.
“Good, then it’s settled. Two o’clock by the infirmary door. We won’t go far. Just outside, away from the lights.”
As we drifted apart, V called to me.
“I heard what you did,” she said.
“Fat lot of good it did.”
“Huge lot of good it did. You were seizing your destiny.”
“Thanks. Are you seizing yours? Is that how you
escaped Level Two?”
“I told Clayton that I was planning on checking myself out soon. Not right away. I need to work up to it. But I told her I’d walk out today if they didn’t quit with the penal crap. And you know them, anything to keep collecting the cash. I’m on permanent Level Six until I leave.”
“That’s a step, I guess.”
“That’s all we can do, Brit. Take steps. Take enough of them and suddenly, you’re somewhere.”
Chapter 27
It was a beautiful night, the sky black as a patch of velvet, the stars like diamonds, with meteors exploding and fishtailing across the heavens. We sat out on a rock, me, V, Bebe, and Cassie. Although V began our meeting with a call to order of the Divinely Fabulous Ultra-exclusive Club of the Cuckoos, it didn’t feel like that anymore. Maybe it was the air of finality. Martha was home. Cassie was leaving soon. V would be, too. There was no date yet, but it was going to happen. That night, V told the Sisters her secret. And I told them mine.
It wasn’t over yet. Bebe and I were still stuck at Red Rock, still had to find a way out of the level gauntlet, but for one night at least, under a hail of flaming stars shooting across the galaxy zillions of miles away, none of that mattered. We weren’t Sisters in Sanity. We were just sisters.
Chapter 28
There were two daydreams I used to nurse when things got really bleak. In the first, Jed was here. He’d come back to get me, to take me away. And in the second, the world finally wised up to Red Rock—and the powers of good came and shut it down.
Let me tell you, the powers of good, when they finally show, can look an awful lot like scary storm troopers.
“This is a raid. Girls, please get your clothes and leave the building. I repeat: Please take your belongings, go to the parking lot, and give your name to Agent Jenkins.”
“Huh?” I rubbed my eyes. It wasn’t light out yet, wasn’t time for roll call. What was going on? I sat up in my bed, and two guys with identical buzz cuts and mirrored glasses were in the doorway. I yanked my blankets around me.