Chapter 5 - May 23rd
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears.
Not that one. That meant I wouldn't see him for years. I read it again and scowled, but it was better than some of the alternatives. I didn't want to think about how my power would handle "
A fusion of hearts and minds, rekinlding a forgotten flame". Why were so many reunion poems all about true lovers anyway? There weren't any to bring a missing father home. (He hadn't been Dad since Mom died, part of me whispered, and I ignored it. I'd been fixing that ever since I got my power. I had made him better.) Propped up in my hospital bed, I flipped the page, looking for another quote when there was a knock at the door. I closed the book, putting my book mark in to keep my place.
"Come in," I called. The nurse stuck her head round cautiously, and I beckoned. She smiled, closing the door behind her as she entered.
"Taylor, I have some news on your treatment," she said, and I sat up. "Your CT scan was clear. We'd like to keep you for one more night for observation, and discharge you tomorrow." Great. I could go home, if home was still standing.
"Did you find my Dad?"
"I'm so sorry, Taylor." My eyes stung. I'd known it, or guessed when I heard the words that saved me. That confirmation killed hope that I shouldn't have held, but I did. My power mastered Endbringers. Surely it could make my Dad
not dead.
"I'll go home. He'll go there if anywhere. I can manage-"
"There's no water in the area, so I'm afraid staying at your house isn't possible." I rolled my eyes. I'd been taking care of myself since mum died. I could manage.
"I can get a place in a hostel, I guess."
"Taylor, the hostels are-"
"So a refugee camp?" I interrupted her, because I knew I wasn't going to like what she was going to say.
"Taylor, you are a minor. We have to discharge you into the care of an adult." She sounded exasperated.
"Kurt and Lacey?" I barely knew them, just as Dad's friends, but I'd make it work somehow. There were worse options, and as long as I could work out how to get to the library I could keep working on my power.
"We haven't been able to contact them. The Docks were hit hard, so that doesn't mean the worst has happened-" she said, and paused for an instant before her professional mask dropped back into place "- but for now we've had to find an alternative." I nodded. A government guardian would make things awkward but I could work my power round them. It just meant being a bookworm.
"Foster care?"
"Actually your father's will made arrangements, and we've found the guardians he appointed." I frowned. There was no one I could think of, aside Kurt and Lacey. I vaguely remembered Alexander.
"Dad never mentioned that."
"It's been in place since you were eight." Eight? I froze, staring at her. Oh no. No, no, no...
"Do you remember the Barnes family?" she said. Jerkily I nodded. "Good. They're outside, and they'd love to see you." She made it sound like good news. It was for
her. She'd get an empty bed. I swallowed, unable to speak as she prattled on. "Their house survived unscathed, and they've got a spare bedroom all ready for you." I kill two Endbringers, I lose my house and my Dad but Alan Barnes and Emma Barnes come through it fine? I nearly snarled. "Taylor? Shall I send them in?"
"Sure." Like she actually cared what I wanted. She looked at me as she stood up, resting a very unwelcome hand on my arm.
"Taylor, is everything okay?" Like she'd do anything if it wasn't. I scowled at her.
"Just send them in." Her forehead creased, like she was actually worried.
"Taylor," She wasn't smiling any more "You don't have to see them if you don't want to." I didn't say anything, and she lowered her voice. "If you feel at risk from these people, you need to tell us."
"Why? I've told people and no one ever does anything!" Her face went grey. She bent over the bed, taking my hand in hers
"Taylor, has this man been hurting you?" Show me where on the bear...I laughed bitterly. She made it sound like I was six.
"No." It was the truth. I'd barely seen him since the mess at school.
"One of the family members then?" She probed. I said nothing. "Taylor-"
"If they were, you wouldn't believe me anyway." The school didn't. Dad had, but he'd been steam-rolled by Allen Barnes.
"It's my job to listen."
"But not to do anything. You'll just hand me over anyway."
"Say the word, and you won't go anywhere."
"Then what?"
"There'll be an investigation-" I stopped listening. It would be like last time, like Blackwell all over again, except it would be my word against Emma's entire family, and no one would believe me. I slumped, pulling my hand out of hers.
"Forget it. Just send them in." She straightened up, looking unhappy. Good, that was two of us.
"Taylor, this is your alert button. If you feel tired, under stress, or if you want me to kick someone out, press it." I didn't bother taking it. I knew she didn't mean it. "Taylor, you are our patient. Until you are discharged you are under our care. Let me be the heavy if you need it." She pressed the button firmly into my hand, closing my fingers round it, and fiddled with a white box on the rail at the side of my bed. "Don't forget your intercom. The green button here, if anyone else wants to signal us. It goes to the switchboard."
I snuggled my hand down under the covers, gripping the button firmly, as she left. It might help, if I could get someone to throw them out. The nurse was back a few minutes later, sadly not alone.
"Mr. Barnes, Mrs. Barnes, please go in. Remember, Taylor's had a tough time so please be gentle with her." She made it sound like I was an invalid. Zoë came round to the bed, pulling the nurse's chair up, and sat down in it without asking. She looked drawn and pale, but her clothes were expensive as ever and she wasn't hurt.
"Could you get us another chair?" Alan asked, and the nurse obligingly obeyed, leaving me alone with them.
"Taylor-" Zoë reached for my right hand, and I pulled it back. Alan folded his arms.
"Taylor, we understand that this situation isn't ideal," he said, sounding like he was presenting a case. "After your allegations against my daughter-" I just glared at him.
"They weren't allegations, they're true, and you know it!"
"-it is very hard for us to take you in. However we can overlook this." He didn't even break stride when I objected.
"
You can!" I snapped, outraged. "You asshole!"
"Taylor!" Ex-Aunt Zoë exclaimed, as if she had any right to.
"Your daughter made my life hell!"
"Oh, not this again." Zoë sat back, re-arranging her coat. Alan put his hand on her shoulder as the nurse came back with a chair. He took it, put it by the bed and shut the door without sitting down.
"Taylor, despite your allegations, Danny wanted us to take you in." He sounded so condescending. "So, despite your troubled behaviour, we have a spare room you can stay in."
"I'd rather be homeless!" I'd rather be dead.
"The streets aren't safe for a girl your age," he said. Nor was his house.
"This is why you need a guardian." Zoë looked at me with distaste. "We should never have sent you back to Danny. You've been spoiled." My jaw dropped. I barely saw my father. We were on the breadline because of Emma.
"How the hell was I spoiled?"
"Danny let you get away with far too much." Zoë said. "He wasn't paying enough attention, of course you acted out..." I wasn't paying attention to her any more. Behind her Emma had entered, shown in by the nurse. She was smiling at me. My blood boiled.
"Your daughter tried to kill me!"
"See what I said, Dad?" Emma said. The nurse had gone, vanished like Gladly, the door shut to. I should have known I couldn't trust her.
"Can you put up with this?" Alan asked.
"Yes." She had the nerve to look put upon. "If she tells any more lies about me, you've got my back, Dad?"
"Yes, Emma," Alan said, putting his arm round her shoulders protectively. He looked at me severely, his eyes narrowing. "You will be staying with us, Taylor. Despite your problems."
"Doesn't anyone care what I want?" I yelled, and saw Emma mouth 'no'.
"Don't be silly, Taylor," Zoë said, shaking her head as she stood up. "We want what's best for you, for Annette's sake." She had the
fucking nerve-? The mention of my mother stunned me long enough for Alan to usher Zoë out, telling the nurse something about paperwork. Emma lingered, waiting until the door was closed and sat down.
"You're going to be staying with us, Taylor, won't it be fun? Just like last time." She leaned back, letting the chair creak as she rocked it. "When you got your mother killed. How does it feel? Now you've got both your parents killed?"
"Leviathan killed my father," I snapped at her. Her words hurt, even when they shouldn't.
"And you're going to cry yourself to sleep for a week again?" It was the second time she'd used that against me, and the sting was muted this time.
"There really isn't any depth you won't sink to is there, Emma?" Words stirred in my mind and I tried to forget them. "How do you look at yourself in the mirror?"
"Easily." She stretched, showing off her figure. "I like what I see. Better than being a cheap, worthless, slut like you."
"Shut up, Emma," I spat.
"Truth hurts?" She sat forward. "No one likes you-"
"Because of you, Emma!" I yelled, and I was crying and hated it. "You lie about me, you spread rumours. I haven't done anything to you-"
"Because you're too weak." Emma's confidence was boundless. "You never even fought back."
"I went to the teachers-"
"And they believed me." The malice in her voice was scary. "Who'd believe a loser like you? And that's how it's going to stay, Taylor. My family, my friends, my school. I win."
"I'll fight you." My voice sounded broken.
"What with? Your Dad was broke. You're worthless, Taylor."
"There's money-"
"Dad's going to be in control of it 'til you're eighteen." She leaned back, smirking. "Not sure there'll be any left by then. You'll want to cover the costs of taking you in, won't you Taylor? Even generous enough to get me set up in LA. It's not like a loser like you needs a college fund. I'm sure Medicaid can cover your stays in the mental wards."
"There's nothing wrong with me!"
"All those lies you keep telling-"
"They're true," I yelled. "I wrote it all down! I've folders full of your emails-"
"In your house?" she said, sweetly. My heart fell. "Have you forgotten? I guess you have memory issues as well. It must be all the drugs."
"I don't take drugs!" How did she get me on the backfoot so fast? She smiled sweetly, compassionately.
"But you can't remember things? There must be something wrong with your head." Her voice dripped with false sympathy. "You'll have to go back to the looney bin."
"I was in there because you filled my locker with mum's papers, Emma!" She didn't say anything, just sneered."You burned them. You shoved me into it. You tried to lock me in. Why? Why the locker?" My voice cracked as I shouted. I coughed, feeling something in my throat tear. Emma leaned forward, full of vindictive spite.
"Because we could!" she said, victorious.
The door slammed open, knocking the medical trolley over. Medical instruments scattered across the floor as Alan Barnes charged in, panting. He couldn't stop in time, hitting the end of the bed with his midriff and doubling over.
"Emma, stop talking!" he yelled. Behind him a nurse, my nurse, ran in followed by a large security guard and another woman I did not know, in a suit skirt and cardigan.
"Mr. Barnes, you and your family will leave this room immediately. Security-" My nurse was absolutely incandescent. Barnes rounded on her.
"I am Taylor's guardian-"
"Not until we discharge her into your care." The nurse was not cowed at all, pushing forward to get between Alan and myself. The woman behind her stayed by the doorway, scowling, arms folded, lips pursed.
"After what I have heard, that will not be happening." She sounded like Blackwell, but the disapproval was aimed entirely at Alan. He pulled himself up, glaring at me round the nurse.
"Taylor," he snapped, furiously. "None of this is admissible in court. It's hearsay!"
"Security, please remove him
now." My nurse was having none of it, and the security guard gripped Alan Barnes by the arm.
"I'm an attorney," Alan blustered, yelling. "If you release any of that, I will sue!" The guard wasn't impressed, hustling him back towards the door. Forced into the corridor, Alan pulled his arm away, straightening his jacket. He glared at me, and then the nurse. Neither of us cared. "Come on, Emma."
"I'll be seeing you
all to the door now, Mr. Barnes," the woman in the cardigan said. "And writing my report. Gerry, would you come with us?" The big security guard grinned and shut the door behind them.
"Zoë's still here," I said, stupidly and the nurse tutted reassuringly, straightening my sheets for me.
"You won't be seeing her again." She looked at the monitors and down to me. "Taylor, are you okay?"
"Fine." I guessed. "What the hell? You were listening?" We hadn't been that loud, I was sure.
"The intercom was - " The nurse trailed off. "No, I won't lie to you. Medical staff are mandated reporters, Taylor. I was concerned about what you said, so I left the intercom on and called our CPS office. Your conversation was witnessed by our child protection officer and patient advocate. I stayed in the corridor, in case my patient needed me." She hadn't intervened. She'd let Emma say all those things and she hadn't done anything.
"She'll get out of it, I said. "She always does."
"Two legal officers and three mandated reporters as witnesses?" She smiled. She'd sat through all that and she smiled. "I don't think so. If it goes to court, I'd feel obliged to repeat all of it." And humiliate me further. "I don't think Alan Barnes would like that. Nor would the State Bar."
"He said it's hearsay," I said, and she shook her head.
"Our legal department will handle it," she said. "Trust me, it isn't our first rodeo. But you won't be going home with them tomorrow, which is the main thing. Is there anyone else we could contact on your behalf?" Not that I could think of. There was Shadow Stalker, but I didn't know if she was still alive or where I stood with her.
"No." She paused, looked at me with what had to be pity.
"Oh Taylor." She sighed, pulled herself together. "You're sure you are okay? Is there anything I can get you?"
"I'm just tired."
"Well, dinner is at five, so if you want to make your choice?" Hospital food, hospital, food or hospital food. I went to take the form and saw my hands were shaking. Emma had got to me again. She'd get away with it, again. The pen scratched a wandering trail over the form, and the nurse had to mark the crosses for me.
"I'd like to get some sleep," I really didn't want company. What had happened to turn Emma into such a monster? My eyes stung and I grabbed a tissue. I wouldn't cry. "Could you turn the intercom off?"
"Sure." She did something and the lights on it went out. "You're safe, Taylor. They won't ever be allowed near you again." That was true, I'd make sure of it, but I just nodded as she smiled. "Sleep well."
Once she was gone I reached out. The intercom was just in reach and I went for the main switch and turned the power off. I didn't want to be overheard. Even as she walked out the door, Emma had taken the time to glare at me, to mouth silently "I win." That wasn't my friend. That wasn't even a person any more. She wouldn't stop. She wouldn't ever stop. Not until she killed someone. Oh Mom... I'd wanted to be a hero. I'd killed two Endbringers, surely I was allowed this? It would be self-defense, I told myself. The image of Emma mouthing 'I win' returned, with that strange tightness in my chest. The monitors were spiking high. What had turned my friend into a monster? I drew a breath. I was better than this. I was going to be a hero.
And heroes killed monsters.
I was done. I wasn't trying to save her any more. I was not interested in making her a better person. Much better people had died in the shelter. Emma could not be reasoned with. She did not want to be saved. She was just going to keep going, one step at a time, one word at a time, making the world a worse place with every single act. And she was proud of it.
I had memorised Auden's words the first time I read them. I knew exactly what I was doing as I looked at the door, as memories of all her betrayals rose and I drowned myself in them. The emails. The flute. My mother's books. The locker. My voice did not shake.
"...blow the cobwebs from the mirror,
see yourself at last."
"Put your hand behind the mirror,
You have done your part
Find the penknife there and plunge it
Into your false heart."
The stress fell away. It was done. I lay my head on the pillow and slept easily.
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Poems quoted:
"When we two parted" by Byron, "The Meeting" by Rumi (translated) and the last stanzas of "Lady Weeping at the Crossroads" by W.H.Auden