“T, this is what I was afraid of. He’d lured you to him first, right?”
“He’d flirted with me doing magic tricks. Quarters disappearing and reappearing behind my ears – that type of thing. Nothing brilliant. And telling you this, I know I sound attention starved and a geeking teenage girl!”
She comforts me. “Not at all, T. Never that. Go on.”
“In the caravan trailer we sat around one of those square tables around a booth. I was facing Lucy looking toward the back of camper, and he was in the middle. We were playing some stupid drinking game with cards, and he must have roofied her during it, because Bette – she changed before my eyes. She became very slurry sounding, and submissive. Then, he’d pushed up her skirt, and he began to fuck her!” Gasping, I cry, “Bette, it was horrible. Right there in front of me.”
“Oh, Baby, come here.” I feel her arms around me. “You’re okay, you’re okay.” She rocks me, and holds me tight.
I sob on her shoulder, “I promise I won’t let them cremate you.”
“Thank you. I can’t stand the thought of it. You know Dana’s in my kitchen still inside that Starbucks cup.”
“Fucking nightmare. This whole thing.”
“I know. It’s all too much, but are you okay, now?”
“I’m getting your sweater wet.” I dry my tears on her shoulder.
“It’s not the first time.” Bette laughs softly and strokes the back of my head. I hug her closer and push Henry, and my annoyance with her over reading blogs instead of finding a job with good insurance for our family, farther and farther away. But I can’t stop the pictures that have started to roll in of Lucy and then, when Allsweld had attacked me.
I grab at her sweater, where I’ve buried my face into her chest. There’s a movement of him toward me that plays out in slow motion. I leap from the table and he jumps to catch me, and then, he does. Anything I could grab – maps, pans, plates – I had thrown at him, as he tried to control my arms. As I almost made it to the door of the caravan, he’d shoved me. My back stabbed into the hard edge of the cabinet. The pain made me dizzy, and blood spilled out of my back, and down my legs and made slippery, and even more frightening when he fought me.
Suddenly, the door had flown open, and this pair of arms with bracelets flew in towards me. He’d slipped on the pool of my blood, and I’d had a moment to jump free, and I took it.