DESIRED PYROTECNICS Chapter Six--Heresy for the Just
wounds on my arms. I'd been so out of it, I'd fallen asleep in my clothes. Getting the wool unstuck was no
easy task and I bled like a stuck pig. Stuffing wads of toilet paper on the sores, I prayed I wouldn't bleed
all over the alabaster walls and carpet.
The shower shocked some sense into me, and the hot water stung like the seven fires of hell. I almost
The shower shocked some sense into me, and the hot water stung like the seven fires of hell. I almost
welcomed the pain, as it was the first real shower I'd seen in weeks. While scrubbing the mats out of my
hair, I glanced down at the forest growing on my legs, and decided such a momentous undertaking could
wait – they'd have to stay hairy until another day.
After drying off, I went in search of a robe. Hidden deep within the closet of the guest room was a pale
After drying off, I went in search of a robe. Hidden deep within the closet of the guest room was a pale
pink satin one. Pretty, but not exactly me, but it would have to do, I thought. Eyeing my small bundle of
dirty clothes, I wondered whether I should wash or simply burn them. Throwing them into the behemoth
of a washing machine, I puzzled over the various knobs and buttons for a couple of minutes, before
managing to make it start.
My stepmother sat at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper, already dressed for work. Giving me a
My stepmother sat at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper, already dressed for work. Giving me a
quick once over, she asked, “How are you this morning? Did you sleep well?”
“Like the dead,” I answered, pouring my first cup of coffee. “Sorry about being such a wreck yesterday.
“Like the dead,” I answered, pouring my first cup of coffee. “Sorry about being such a wreck yesterday.
The journey was really long and things have been really tough. I think I might be suffering from post
traumatic stress disorder or something.”
“No. No,” she clucked. “You don't have that.”
“No,” I insisted. “I really think I do. I think I need to see someone.”
“No. No,” she clucked. “You don't have that.”
“No,” I insisted. “I really think I do. I think I need to see someone.”
“You don't need to see someone,” she replied. “You don't need anyone to help you feel better. Every
time you feel bad you only need to imagine yourself surrounded by a pool of love and you need to let
yourself dive in.” Putting her hands together she made a diving motion.
“What? No.” I was confused. “I really think I need to see someone. Seriously, I've been through some
“What? No.” I was confused. “I really think I need to see someone. Seriously, I've been through some
really bad shit.”
“No. No, ” she clucked again, peering at me from over the tops of her red-rimmed reading glasses.
“No. No, ” she clucked again, peering at me from over the tops of her red-rimmed reading glasses.
“You'll be fine. Just try it – you'll see.”
“Umm... okay,” I answered. Was I still dreaming, I wondered, because that exchange was surreal as
fuck. Surreptitiously, I glanced at her to see whether she was joking or not, but she gone back to
contentedly doing the crossword puzzle. No, she'd been serious. Somebody cue the Twilight Zone music
because I was obviously in for a bumpy landing.
“How long are you going to stay?” she asked, inking in another answer.
“About a week,” I replied. “Then, I'll head into Chicago and go house sit for some restaurant owner I've
“How long are you going to stay?” she asked, inking in another answer.
“About a week,” I replied. “Then, I'll head into Chicago and go house sit for some restaurant owner I've
never met.”
“Do you have any money?”
“Not really.”
“Not really.”
“Well, how are you going to get by?”
I shrugged, “I don't know. The same way I always do. I'll sell some more pieces. Start working on a new
I shrugged, “I don't know. The same way I always do. I'll sell some more pieces. Start working on a new
collection.”
“That isn't a very concrete plan,” she said, frowning at me.
No. But then I haven't had a very concrete life, I thought. Adventurous – yes. Insane – yes. Stable – no.
“That isn't a very concrete plan,” she said, frowning at me.
No. But then I haven't had a very concrete life, I thought. Adventurous – yes. Insane – yes. Stable – no.
I got a big, fat F when it came to stability. “It's the city and there's a big art scene there – I'll make
connections. It'll only be a matter of time. Besides, I still have friends there.”
“And what do they do?”
I don't know. What does it fucking matter? Please, caffeine, please kick in, I prayed. I'm gonna drop my
“And what do they do?”
I don't know. What does it fucking matter? Please, caffeine, please kick in, I prayed. I'm gonna drop my
basket any second if you don't caffeinate me pronto. “Um, work?” I answered. “In the art world...” Well,
that was partially true.
“Okay. But if you are interested the local hospital is hiring. They're doing a trainee course for
“Okay. But if you are interested the local hospital is hiring. They're doing a trainee course for
processors. You could graduate within a couple of months and they have really good healthcare plan...”
she tapered off.
Oh my God! I tried not to panic. I knew she meant well, but the thought of working in a cubicle gave
Oh my God! I tried not to panic. I knew she meant well, but the thought of working in a cubicle gave
me heart palpitations. The cappuccino colored walls and white tiled floor in the kitchen began to pulsate in
my imagination. Then, I became convinced they were closing in around me. Fuck, I needed air.
“I'm going to go and enjoy some sunshine,” I murmured, all but running for the patio.
Sitting on one of the lawn chairs, I gulped the fresh air. Calm the fuck down, Anabelle. She was only
“I'm going to go and enjoy some sunshine,” I murmured, all but running for the patio.
Sitting on one of the lawn chairs, I gulped the fresh air. Calm the fuck down, Anabelle. She was only
trying to help, I reasoned with myself. Over in the neighbor's yard, a hawk swooped down and snatched
some kind of small creature, which squealed and squeaked in alarm – signs and portents much anyone? A
game show version of myself popped up into my head. Welcome to your life where you are a small and
squealing thing caught in the talons of the nameless predatorial conspiracy called the material world. You
too will be a slave to money and the system as it slowly crushes the creative life out of you. Forget your
dreams and become a team player, and in return we will give you the illusion of safety and respectability.
Join us now...
Sipping the coffee, I mulled over my dismal potential futures. My biggest problem was that I did not
Sipping the coffee, I mulled over my dismal potential futures. My biggest problem was that I did not
think inside the box. I hated boxes, or cages of any sort, and I really did not care about money or
possessions. My life had taken so many left hand turns that I didn't know how to play the game anymore,
nor did I care to relearn it. Instead, I would have to hang onto whatever I had left of myself. I was so
fucked. Closing my eyes, I let the sunshine work its magic. After a few minutes, I felt calmer.
Tiptoeing back into the kitchen to grab a refill, I breathed a sigh of relief realizing I was alone.
Tiptoeing back into the kitchen to grab a refill, I breathed a sigh of relief realizing I was alone.
Grabbing my laptop, I switched it on preparing myself for the onslaught of incoming emails, which I knew
would be a chore. I wrote Katia, Matteo, and Tabby, letting them know I'd made it safe and sound.
Opening up a new window, I typed in the words 'American Consulate in Spain'. Now that I was safely
back on American soil it was time to see whether or not the police had done anything back in Spain.
Finding the site, I sent an email stating the basics of my case, attaching a copy of the police record. The
consulate got back within a couple of minutes expressing their regret over the incident and said they
would call the police station right away. I sent them back a quick thank you message.
Near the bottom of my in box was a message sent to both Haiden and myself from the Dutch couple,
Near the bottom of my in box was a message sent to both Haiden and myself from the Dutch couple,
Lars and Lara. They wondered how the work was going, and when could they expect to see the synopsis
of the first pieces? Also, they wanted to know how soon we could finish? Staring at the screen, I was
uncertain how to respond. Of course, I was interested the opportunity was too good to pass up. The only
problem was I'd have to unblock Haiden. And it would mean dealing with him in a professional capacity
again. I had to admit, though, I missed that part of him. I missed the depth of our creative conversations,
and the places our collective imaginations took us to when we clicked. It was a powerful mental
aphrodisiac, but it was also dangerous because it was his way in with me. Could I handle it? I wondered.
And not get entangled? Hovering over the button, I unblocked his name. No messages came up – he hadn't
contacted me. I laughed. How typical of me to be frightened of something which had never existed. The
mind really was a monkey.
The consulate got back again. They contacted the police in Beceite who told them the case was still
The consulate got back again. They contacted the police in Beceite who told them the case was still
under investigation and to call back in a couple of months. Great, my mood darkened – another score for
Spanish bureaucracy. I was well aware it was their way of saying they didn't want to deal with it. They had
done none of what they said they were going to do and he was going to get away Scott free. So much for
justice the elusive bitch she was. She must have been on vacation with karma in Tahiti or some other
exotic locale. Neither of them had exactly been my friend as of late. They didn't even send postcards.
Getting up, I paced about the kitchen, trying to make a decision. Like so much of what happened
Getting up, I paced about the kitchen, trying to make a decision. Like so much of what happened
between Haiden and I, the timing was uncanny. Was the gallery opening another poisoned carrot?
Probably, I thought. Weren't they all? But it was hard to tell... And he hadn't been in touch so it was
obvious he'd moved on. Maybe we could salvage some sort of professional relationship, which would
benefit both our careers. I was a professional after all for fuck's sake.
Sitting back down, I typed a carefully worded message that said the work was going well and we would
Sitting back down, I typed a carefully worded message that said the work was going well and we would
see about getting them an updated synopsis and time frame. As soon as I sent it, Haiden popped up on the
messenger. My heart fluttered. He was irritated I'd finally surfaced, and was in the States. I sent him back
an equally terse reply before I could stop myself, although I knew it was stupid to engage into dialogue
with him – playing with scorpions got you stung every time.
“What is with the attitude and why did you never answer any of my other messages. I don't hear from
“What is with the attitude and why did you never answer any of my other messages. I don't hear from
you for over a month and a half and suddenly you pop up with a total bitch on. What is the deal?”
“What messages? I never received any messages,” I typed furiously.
“But I sent them to you and they're still in the sent box.”
“Well, I never received them. So I don't know what you are talking about”
“What messages? I never received any messages,” I typed furiously.
“But I sent them to you and they're still in the sent box.”
“Well, I never received them. So I don't know what you are talking about”
“I'm going to resend.”
Great, I thought. Here we go for another ride on hell's rollercoaster.
Great, I thought. Here we go for another ride on hell's rollercoaster.
Three messages popped up. Three beautiful messages full of everything I wanted to hear about how he
truly loved me and how much he missed me and how he would do anything to make the situation better.
My breath caught in my throat as my heart froze, before breaking into a thousand splinters of antimatter.
Gasping, the tears fell from my eyes. I could have my old life back. I could have the magic back. He was
sorry... But, wait... hadn't we been down this route before and it hadn't worked at all?
Walking onto the porch, I collapsed into a lawn chair. It would be a lie not to say there wasn't a part of
Walking onto the porch, I collapsed into a lawn chair. It would be a lie not to say there wasn't a part of
me thrilled to know he still loved me. But why did it hurt so badly? What he had written were only words
and his actions spoke so much differently. I knew I was being delusional, but a flicker of hope stirred. Yes,
I was so afraid of the circumstances I faced that I took comfort in the familiar—in the devil I knew so
well. It would only be a matter of time before he kicked me off of the pedestal and straight in the chops
again. Lighting a cigarette, I took a punishing drag, contemplating how I could hate and love someone so
much at the same time – it was baffling. My first morning in the States and already my world was flying
into a million pieces.
Coming outside, my father asked, “everything okay?”
Stubbing out my cigarette, I answered. “Yes. Well, no. I don't know. Haiden just got in touch and there's
Coming outside, my father asked, “everything okay?”
Stubbing out my cigarette, I answered. “Yes. Well, no. I don't know. Haiden just got in touch and there's
a huge show coming up...”
“Do you think it's wise to be speaking with him?”
“No. Probably not, but it's kind of a big deal.”
“Uh huh,” he said, crossing his arms.
“Of course he's telling me everything I want to hear.”
“Do you think it's wise to be speaking with him?”
“No. Probably not, but it's kind of a big deal.”
“Uh huh,” he said, crossing his arms.
“Of course he's telling me everything I want to hear.”
“Too bad it's not the truth.”
Ouch! Let me hang onto the fantasy a few moments longer, please. It's been a rough morning. But
Ouch! Let me hang onto the fantasy a few moments longer, please. It's been a rough morning. But
seeing the worry on his face, I replied, “I know – I know.”
“Just be careful. Even arguing with him means there's some kind of relationship left.”
“Just be careful. Even arguing with him means there's some kind of relationship left.”
“I will I promise.”
Glancing at his watch, he said, “I have to go to work. You'll be here later on?”
Glancing at his watch, he said, “I have to go to work. You'll be here later on?”
“Where else would I go?” I replied, looking around. He laughed at that.
“Can you do me a favor?” I asked. “Could you pick up something for this cough. It's down in my lungs
and I think I'm still running a fever.”
He glanced pointedly at the stubbed out cigarette.
I sighed. “Yes, I know, smoking doesn't help, but now isn't exactly the best time to quit. I'd hate to go
He glanced pointedly at the stubbed out cigarette.
I sighed. “Yes, I know, smoking doesn't help, but now isn't exactly the best time to quit. I'd hate to go
postal or something.”
“No,” he deadpanned. “We wouldn't want that – it might upset the neighbors... I'll see what I can get for
“No,” he deadpanned. “We wouldn't want that – it might upset the neighbors... I'll see what I can get for
the cough. In the meantime, take some aspirin and get some rest. Go back to bed. One day off isn't going
to kill you.”
“Doctor's orders?”
“Doctor's orders,” he reiterated. And then, he was off.
Picking up the cigarette I'd put out next to the potted plant, I relit it – a class act all the way.
Lying in the guest bed, I tried not to mull over the messages sitting on the laptop I'd shut down as I
“Doctor's orders?”
“Doctor's orders,” he reiterated. And then, he was off.
Picking up the cigarette I'd put out next to the potted plant, I relit it – a class act all the way.
Lying in the guest bed, I tried not to mull over the messages sitting on the laptop I'd shut down as I
flipped through the TV channels. The remote resembled a weapon from a science fiction movie from my
childhood and there were at least a thousand channels. There was so much choice it was baffling. Instead
of settling on one show, I checked the endless synopsis' to make certain I wasn't missing something I
shouldn't miss. After a while, I settled on a documentary channel, hoping it would put me to sleep. It did
the job and I didn't awake until the early evening.
My stepmother finished dinner while my father set the table when I entered the kitchen.
“I see you took my advice,” he teased.
“Sorry,” I apologized, rubbing my eyes, and stifling a yawn. “I didn't mean to sleep the day away.”
“Did you hear anything else on the new project,” he asked carefully.
“No,” I answered, taking a seat at the table. “I left it alone like I said I would.”
“Good.” Rummaging through the cabinet next to the stove, he pulled out a bottle of wine, and asked,
“Vino?”
“Oh, yes,” I answered.
“What's the new project?” asked my stepmother, chopping vegetables for a salad.
“Oh, yes,” I answered.
“What's the new project?” asked my stepmother, chopping vegetables for a salad.
“It's not exactly new,” I answered. “I talked to the people already in Dublin. It's a big exhibit for a new
high-end gallery they're opening in London.”
“Would it be a solo show?”
“I wish, but my name isn't that big yet.”
Setting down the chopping knife, she stated, “so it would be another show with Haiden.”
“I wish, but my name isn't that big yet.”
Setting down the chopping knife, she stated, “so it would be another show with Haiden.”
“Yes,” I sighed, taking the glass of Cabernet from my father. “I know it's crazy, but it could mean real
money.”
“How do you know you'll see any of it?”
“I don't know. I'll have to be smart about it.” Fuck, I thought, gulping the wine. She had a point.
“How do you know you'll see any of it?”
“I don't know. I'll have to be smart about it.” Fuck, I thought, gulping the wine. She had a point.
Negotiating separate contracts on two sides of the world would prove to be tricky and then answering why
we weren't working together would be even trickier.
“I think it's really unwise,” she said, shaking her head. “There are other ways for you to make money.”
“True. I have a solo show in mind and I've been working on the concept for a while. The people in
“I think it's really unwise,” she said, shaking her head. “There are other ways for you to make money.”
“True. I have a solo show in mind and I've been working on the concept for a while. The people in
Dublin probably aren't going to want it, but I'm sure a gallery in Chicago will.”
Tossing the vegetables into the salad, she asked, “What's this one about? I would think your work is a
Tossing the vegetables into the salad, she asked, “What's this one about? I would think your work is a
little... umm... subversive for the States.”
I knew I should bite my tongue, but I couldn't resist. “It's called Desired Pyrotechnics,” I answered.
I knew I should bite my tongue, but I couldn't resist. “It's called Desired Pyrotechnics,” I answered.
“It'll be a whole photo study of the female orgasm mixed with religious ecstasy of the saints and relatable
iconography throughout the ages. I'm thinking mainly the Catholic Church, as they seem so big on it. I
mean, come one, everyone knows they're misogynistic, repressed, and hypocritical in their teachings,
especially when it comes to women.”
Tilting her head, she blinked at me a couple of times before stalking out of the room.
Tilting her head, she blinked at me a couple of times before stalking out of the room.
Setting the wine glass on the counter, I turned toward my father and apologized. “I'm sorry – my bad. I
totally forgot she was Catholic.”
“And she's sensitive about her faith... but you knew that already,” he replied.
“Why? Because she's in denial? Because she's a party of one and you're Buddhist? How does that work
“And she's sensitive about her faith... but you knew that already,” he replied.
“Why? Because she's in denial? Because she's a party of one and you're Buddhist? How does that work
anyway with you being not Catholic?” I asked.
He sighed. “Ever since you were a little girl you've loved to push the envelope and you wonder why
He sighed. “Ever since you were a little girl you've loved to push the envelope and you wonder why
you get into trouble. It works for us because we respect each others boundaries.”
“I was only answering her question,” I protested.
“No,” he replied. “You were pushing her buttons,”
“She pushed mine first.”
“She was only trying to help.”
I opened my mouth but quickly shut it again. It was pointless to argue.
Clearing his throat, he shifted in his seat. ”You're not planning on shooting any of that new series here?”
“I was only answering her question,” I protested.
“No,” he replied. “You were pushing her buttons,”
“She pushed mine first.”
“She was only trying to help.”
I opened my mouth but quickly shut it again. It was pointless to argue.
Clearing his throat, he shifted in his seat. ”You're not planning on shooting any of that new series here?”
he asked.
I put my chin in my hands. “No. I wasn't planning on it. Who the heck would I get to model for me out
I put my chin in my hands. “No. I wasn't planning on it. Who the heck would I get to model for me out
here? Although, I could always use myself and put a timer on the camera.”
“Umm...”
“I'm joking. I'm joking,” I pouted. “I would never do that to you guys. Really. I'll be good. I promise.”
“Your version of good has a rather broad spectrum,” he replied dryly.
“I know I kind of crash landed here yesterday, but I will pull it together. At least I made it back.” I
“Umm...”
“I'm joking. I'm joking,” I pouted. “I would never do that to you guys. Really. I'll be good. I promise.”
“Your version of good has a rather broad spectrum,” he replied dryly.
“I know I kind of crash landed here yesterday, but I will pull it together. At least I made it back.” I
smiled at him.
“We're both glad you are back and that you are safe. You've been gone for such a long time and yet, you
“We're both glad you are back and that you are safe. You've been gone for such a long time and yet, you
are the same as always,” he said, returning the smile.
“No. I'm not the same. I'm not the same at all. I've been swimming with the sharks for a very long time
“No. I'm not the same. I'm not the same at all. I've been swimming with the sharks for a very long time
and I'm not a shark, although, I can pretend to be one sometimes.”
He looked confused.
“All I'm trying to say,” I continued. “Is I've sustained a lot of damage. I'm still walking and talking but
“All I'm trying to say,” I continued. “Is I've sustained a lot of damage. I'm still walking and talking but
there isn't much left of me on the inside.”
“Only time will help that—and distance.”
“Everyone keeps saying that, but it doesn't help. I don't know what is going to help.” I started to cough.
“Only time will help that—and distance.”
“Everyone keeps saying that, but it doesn't help. I don't know what is going to help.” I started to cough.
It was an ugly, rasping sound. Pushing the wine glass to one side, I added, “This isn't helping either,
unfortunately.”
Rising, my father opened another nearby cabinet, taking out a clear plastic bottle with a purplish fluid
Rising, my father opened another nearby cabinet, taking out a clear plastic bottle with a purplish fluid
inside, and handing it to me. “I picked this up for you earlier. It should help the cough.”
“Does it have codeine in it?” I asked.
“Yes,” he answered.
“Woo-hoo!”
“Does it have codeine in it?” I asked.
“Yes,” he answered.
“Woo-hoo!”
“Proceed with caution, please,” he warned. “It would be embarrassing if you overdosed on cough
syrup.”
“You're right. With my reputation that'd be an exceptionally lame way to go,” I laughed, lapsing into
“You're right. With my reputation that'd be an exceptionally lame way to go,” I laughed, lapsing into
another round of hacking. Grabbing the bottle, I broke the seal, drinking straight from it. I screwed the cap
back on. “Thank you for this. I'm going back to the contagion ward before it gets any worse and let you
guys eat dinner in peace. I'll apologize to my stepmother in the morning.”
Leaning forward and squeezing my shoulder affectionately, he said, ”get better, okay?”
Leaning forward and squeezing my shoulder affectionately, he said, ”get better, okay?”
“Will do.”
“And leave the bottle here...” he pointed to the cabinet
“And leave the bottle here...” he pointed to the cabinet
“Yes, sir.”
After putting the bottle away, I headed back into the zombie land of a thousand useless stations letting
the codeine do its job.
Pneumonia set in, my fever spiked, and I didn't leave the bed for the next four days. Someone brought
Pneumonia set in, my fever spiked, and I didn't leave the bed for the next four days. Someone brought
me soup and fed it to me, and antibiotics rested next to a glass of water on a table by the bed. I wished
there'd been a pen and paper to record some of the intense hallucinations I'd suffered through. There had
been high tea with a minor demon wearing gloves with a lace edging while serving tiny, delicate, frosted
cakes. There'd also been an aquarium full of lake monsters, murky water, and seaweed. Some of the
freaky, fish-like creatures possessed human heads they periodically banged against the glass, making me
scream. The noise from the television set which was on the whole time might have attributed to the
nightmare land of fever dreams. I must have been coughing in my sleep because my chest ached so badly I
wondered if my lungs had collapsed. At some point, I took off my clothes, sweating through the sheets,
which then dried and stuck to my body like a badly wrapped mummy. On the fourth day, I opened my
eyes, and the world cleared. Sitting up, I felt woozy, but there wasn't a heat shimmer glistening over the
walls and I focused on objects without getting cross-eyed. At least I'd stopped coughing and my chest
barely hurt at all. Rubbing the continent of sleep from my eyes, I got up, wobbled into the bathroom,
turned on the shower, and sat underneath it until the water washed me clean.
Heating up soup in the microwave, I switched on the laptop while I waited. There were a slew of
messages from Haiden sporting block capitals in the titles, and one from Lars and Lara. Staring at the
screen, I contemplated whether I had the energy to deal with them, or if I should hide beneath the covers.
A voice of guilt nagged in the back of my head – I never took a day off and I'd been off the map for the
better part of a week – so I opened the mail. The last message from Haiden sucker punched me. 'I can't
stop thinking about you and I want to strangle you at the same time. Get in touch with me! Don't be so
stupid as to fuck this up!'
The microwave beeped and like magic the tomato soup was ready. Not bothering with a spoon, I threw
The microwave beeped and like magic the tomato soup was ready. Not bothering with a spoon, I threw
in a handful of goldfish crackers, drinking it straight from the bowl.
At least I was still on the project, I mused. For now... Still, how could he even write such a phrase after
what he'd done to me? Was there some part of him that actually wished me dead?
The letter from Lars and Lara expressed their apprehensions that the two of us were on different
The letter from Lars and Lara expressed their apprehensions that the two of us were on different
continents and how were we going to work around that fact? But it didn't say anything about us not being
together any more. Obviously, Haiden talked to them, but hadn't told them everything. They suggested a
conference Skype as soon as possible and were waiting on my answer. I'd have to deal with the situation
even if I didn't feel up to it. I didn't want to hear Haiden's voice. Enough time had passed that I'd begun to
forget what he sounded like.
Taking a couple of aspirin, and an antibiotic fetched from the bedroom, I sat down, typing a message
Taking a couple of aspirin, and an antibiotic fetched from the bedroom, I sat down, typing a message
back to them full of apologies; that I'd been ill from my flight, and was available at their earliest
convenience.
Haiden was all over it on the messenger. 'WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!!!COULD
Haiden was all over it on the messenger. 'WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!!!COULD
YOU DROP THE BALL A LITTLE HARDER!!!'
'Quit being an asshole', I replied. 'I've been really sick like I said in the mail. Like deathly ill'
'Jesus fucking Christ! You're always sick. You always have some fucking lame excuse...'
'Quit being an asshole', I replied. 'I've been really sick like I said in the mail. Like deathly ill'
'Jesus fucking Christ! You're always sick. You always have some fucking lame excuse...'
'Fuck you, sincerely. I've been on antibiotics and this is longest I've been up in days.'
'Obviously, you aren't fit to work on this project and can't handle it. I should have told them that instead
of recommending you.'
'If memory serves me, and I was there, they wanted us both on the project. Not just you.'
'If memory serves me, and I was there, they wanted us both on the project. Not just you.'
'You know they were only being nice to you because you were with me.'
'That was a cheap shot, even for you. I see your ego is still the raging, vacuous, black hole it's always
'That was a cheap shot, even for you. I see your ego is still the raging, vacuous, black hole it's always
been.'
'It's not ego, Anabelle. I'm a professional and you are not.'
'Yeah. You are a professional asshole. There's no denying that fact.'
'It's not ego, Anabelle. I'm a professional and you are not.'
'Yeah. You are a professional asshole. There's no denying that fact.'
'And you're a talentless bitch who's been riding my coattails for years.'
That one hurt. I switched off the messenger. The fury rising inside me wanted to punch the wall, and it
That one hurt. I switched off the messenger. The fury rising inside me wanted to punch the wall, and it
was all I could do not to bang out the words 'FUCK YOU' in block capitals over and over again. Even at
three thousand miles away, he still had the ability to bully and belittle me. He knew exactly how to shatter
my confidence, gaining the upper hand.
The Skype went off. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the accept button. The call went flawlessly. Haiden
The Skype went off. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the accept button. The call went flawlessly. Haiden
and I were casual and confident in allaying the power couple's fears; reassuring them there would be no
problems. We laughed at each other’s jokes, presenting a happy and united front. It was bizarre, and worse
than that, it was easy. After we all hung up, I stared at the wall. A part of me was excited, wishing that was
the way things actually were, but another part of me was disgusted for lying. I was making a really bad
choice, and I knew it was a poison carrot, but it was such a brightly colored one, I could not resist.
Arriving home later on, my father was surprised to see me up and about. “What's going on?” he asked,
Arriving home later on, my father was surprised to see me up and about. “What's going on?” he asked,
setting his briefcase on the counter.
“Not much,” I lied, “just taking it easy.”
“It's good to see you're back in the land of the living.”
“It's good to be back. I haven't been sick like that in a very long time. Must have been all the stress of
“Not much,” I lied, “just taking it easy.”
“It's good to see you're back in the land of the living.”
“It's good to be back. I haven't been sick like that in a very long time. Must have been all the stress of
the travel.”
“Uh huh,” he answered, scrolling through the caller ID on the house phone. “Hey, your friend Stephanie
“Uh huh,” he answered, scrolling through the caller ID on the house phone. “Hey, your friend Stephanie
left a couple of messages. Did you get them?”
I shook my head. “No. I'll go and give her a call.”
“Tell her I said hello.”
“Will do.”
Grabbing the phone, I headed to the porch. The sun was low in the sky, streaked with pink and gold
I shook my head. “No. I'll go and give her a call.”
“Tell her I said hello.”
“Will do.”
Grabbing the phone, I headed to the porch. The sun was low in the sky, streaked with pink and gold
clouds.
I dialed and Stephanie picked up right away.
I dialed and Stephanie picked up right away.
“Howdy stranger,” she said.
“Hey. Sorry to have been incommunicado,” I told her. “But I've been sick as a dog.”
“So, I heard. You better now?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I replied. “The penicillin seems to have knocked whatever was lurking inside my chest on its
“Yeah,” I replied. “The penicillin seems to have knocked whatever was lurking inside my chest on its
ass.”
“Good. 'Cause I was going to come and get you in a couple of days. Will you be up for it?”
“Oh, hell yes. You are a godsend.”
“That bad, huh?”
“No. It's mainly me—and the whirling ball of chaos which always surrounds me.”
“Good. 'Cause I was going to come and get you in a couple of days. Will you be up for it?”
“Oh, hell yes. You are a godsend.”
“That bad, huh?”
“No. It's mainly me—and the whirling ball of chaos which always surrounds me.”
“But that's why we love you.”
“You are a party of one, but thank you any way. I'll tell you all about it when I see you.”
“You are a party of one, but thank you any way. I'll tell you all about it when I see you.”
“The walls have ears?”
Glancing through the window, I could see my father repositioning one of the couches in the living room
Glancing through the window, I could see my father repositioning one of the couches in the living room
in his never-ending quest for the perfect feng shui. “Indeed, they might,” I said.
“Okay, then. I'll come by about noon day after tomorrow. Does that work?”
“Okay, then. I'll come by about noon day after tomorrow. Does that work?”
“Perfecto.”
“Oh, and by the way, an old friend of mine got in touch out of the blue and invited us to his place for a
“Oh, and by the way, an old friend of mine got in touch out of the blue and invited us to his place for a
party. Do you remember CJ?”
“Of course – we met once when I was sixteen, I think? He's still alive?”
“Yep. Alive, and kicking, and living out here of all places – so do you want to go?”
“Sure. Why not? Might be entertaining. I haven't hung out with a rock star in ages.”
“Okay. I'll let him know.”
“All right then.”
“Okay. Gotta run. See you soon.”
“Cool. And thanks again.”
“Of course – we met once when I was sixteen, I think? He's still alive?”
“Yep. Alive, and kicking, and living out here of all places – so do you want to go?”
“Sure. Why not? Might be entertaining. I haven't hung out with a rock star in ages.”
“Okay. I'll let him know.”
“All right then.”
“Okay. Gotta run. See you soon.”
“Cool. And thanks again.”
“No worries. Ciao.”
“Ciao.”
“Ciao.”
Hanging up, I went back inside. The couch had reached it full feng shui potential. My stepmother had
arrived in the meantime and they were both relaxing on it.
“How's Stephanie?” asked my father.
“Fine. She's coming to pick me up in a couple of days and take me into the city,” I replied.
“So soon?” he said. “Feels like you just got here.”
“That's because I've basically been in a coma,” I answered.
My stepmother smiled at my remark. It was a relief to know she wasn't mad at me any more. “Your
“How's Stephanie?” asked my father.
“Fine. She's coming to pick me up in a couple of days and take me into the city,” I replied.
“So soon?” he said. “Feels like you just got here.”
“That's because I've basically been in a coma,” I answered.
My stepmother smiled at my remark. It was a relief to know she wasn't mad at me any more. “Your
laptop keeps beeping,” she said.
“Oh... Sorry,” I apologized, “I thought I'd turned it off.”
I went into the kitchen to check it, and a bunch of 'I'm sorry I lost my temper earlier' from Haiden
“Oh... Sorry,” I apologized, “I thought I'd turned it off.”
I went into the kitchen to check it, and a bunch of 'I'm sorry I lost my temper earlier' from Haiden
awaited me.
'Don't worry about it.' I typed before turning the computer off.
Walking back into the living room they were both staring at me.
“It was just the messenger,” I explained.
“Who was it?” my stepmother asked.
“Haiden,” I answered.
“I thought you had him blocked.”
“I did, but with this new project I'm going to have to talk to him. Besides, he's three thousand miles
'Don't worry about it.' I typed before turning the computer off.
Walking back into the living room they were both staring at me.
“It was just the messenger,” I explained.
“Who was it?” my stepmother asked.
“Haiden,” I answered.
“I thought you had him blocked.”
“I did, but with this new project I'm going to have to talk to him. Besides, he's three thousand miles
away—how much damage can he do?”
They shot a look at each other.
“Okay,” I sighed. “I understand your concern, but I've got this. There's no chance of me getting back
They shot a look at each other.
“Okay,” I sighed. “I understand your concern, but I've got this. There's no chance of me getting back
together with him. I'm not going to let him hurt me again.” The words sounded hollow in my ears – and I
was lying. He'd verbally bludgeoned me only a few hours earlier. “Listen. My survival and my safety are
of utmost importance to me. That's one of the reasons I need to head into the city. I need to get things
going – more for my own sanity than anything else. And these things have nothing to do with Haiden.” I
smiled as brightly as possible.
My stepmother wasn't buying it. “You know, I wish I could be a creative person so I could keep my own
My stepmother wasn't buying it. “You know, I wish I could be a creative person so I could keep my own
hours and live by my own set of rules and still somehow manage to make money. It must be so hard,” she
remarked.
Staring at her, I uncertain how to respond. Then, it came to me. “Well, maybe some day you'll get the
Staring at her, I uncertain how to respond. Then, it came to me. “Well, maybe some day you'll get the
chance and then you'll see what it's really like.” The silence was deafening. Two days, I said to myself,
two freaking days.
“Should we look for a new movie?” asked my dad, being as ever, the diplomat.
“The Blackhawks game is on,” answered my stepmother. “We'll watch that.” Picking up the remote, she
“Should we look for a new movie?” asked my dad, being as ever, the diplomat.
“The Blackhawks game is on,” answered my stepmother. “We'll watch that.” Picking up the remote, she
tuned into the game.
I watched for a couple of minutes and left them to it.
I watched for a couple of minutes and left them to it.
Driving into the city felt like a kind of homecoming after my week in the suburbs, even though Chicago
wasn't in any way my home. Still, it had been years since I'd seen proper skyscrapers.
As we drove into downtown Stephanie asked if I wanted to take Lower Wacker Drive.
As we drove into downtown Stephanie asked if I wanted to take Lower Wacker Drive.
“No way,” I answered. “There's people living down there – there's like a whole other civilization living
down there.”
“Mind the doors...!” she parroted as we drove past the turn off.
Surprised, I glanced at her. “Nice quote from Death Line. You know a cannibal would be screaming that
down there. You are good.”
Smirking, she replied, “I try.”
She parked in front of an imposing three-story gray stone on a fairly affluent-looking street. Inside,
Smirking, she replied, “I try.”
She parked in front of an imposing three-story gray stone on a fairly affluent-looking street. Inside,
oriental rugs covered the hardwood floors, the ceilings were requisite with crown molding, and there were
all kinds of exotic plants. I admit I was fascinated by the big, bay windows, and the ultra-modern, stainless
steel kitchen, not to mention the leather sofas and wide screen TV.
“This place is lush,” I said, not bothering to disguise the awe in my voice.
“Not bad, huh,” answered Stephanie.
“Is the guy who owns this place married?” I joked, sitting my bags down.
“This place is lush,” I said, not bothering to disguise the awe in my voice.
“Not bad, huh,” answered Stephanie.
“Is the guy who owns this place married?” I joked, sitting my bags down.
Shaking her head, she replied. “Not batting for our team, unfortunately.”
“I should have guessed,” I said, nodding at the corner. “No straight man would have such a healthy-
“I should have guessed,” I said, nodding at the corner. “No straight man would have such a healthy-
looking ficus tree.”
“Indeed,” she agreed, sitting on one of the leather couches. “So what happened at your Dad's?”
“Same old foot-in-mouth syndrome,” I laughed. “I know they love me, but I'm never going to have the
“Indeed,” she agreed, sitting on one of the leather couches. “So what happened at your Dad's?”
“Same old foot-in-mouth syndrome,” I laughed. “I know they love me, but I'm never going to have the
white picket fence and the 2.5 kids.”
“You would think they'd have accepted that fact by now.”
“Oh, I think they have. They just don't understand some of the decisions I make. Of course I don't
“You would think they'd have accepted that fact by now.”
“Oh, I think they have. They just don't understand some of the decisions I make. Of course I don't
understand some of the decision I make, so who could blame them.”
”Like you used to always say – path of the heart!”
”Like you used to always say – path of the heart!”
Rolling my eyes, I took the seat opposite her. “Ugh! Don't remind me of how overly idealistic I once
was while steeped in teenage angst.”
We both laughed.
“Plus,” I said, “Haiden got in touch and the big gallery deal is back on the table."
We both laughed.
“Plus,” I said, “Haiden got in touch and the big gallery deal is back on the table."
“Yuck!” She made a face. “Why are you bothering with that jerk? I thought you had him blocked.”
“I did, but this is a really important opportunity.”
“I get that. But you and I both know it's gonna end in tears.”
“I did, but this is a really important opportunity.”
“I get that. But you and I both know it's gonna end in tears.”
“Probably,” I agreed. “But I have to at least try.”
“I don't want to talk about him. Go slap some paint on,” she ordered.
“What? The au naturel – have just-gotten-over-the-plague look doesn't suit me?” I joked, standing up.
“Don't be a troglodyte just because you can. Go!” She pointed towards the bathroom.
”Yes, ma'am!” I saluted her, clicking my heels.
“Then we can go and have some fun. You remember fun, right?” she asked, arching one eyebrow.
“I don't want to talk about him. Go slap some paint on,” she ordered.
“What? The au naturel – have just-gotten-over-the-plague look doesn't suit me?” I joked, standing up.
“Don't be a troglodyte just because you can. Go!” She pointed towards the bathroom.
”Yes, ma'am!” I saluted her, clicking my heels.
“Then we can go and have some fun. You remember fun, right?” she asked, arching one eyebrow.
I smiled sadly. “It's a pretty distant memory, but yeah, I think I remember how.” “Good. Then get your
ass into gear.”
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