Brightside (17 page)

Then I pictured Dad on the phone, telling someone to arrest his son.

It took me a few minutes to get to the thick pine where it looked like the trail ended but really just whipped around to the right. I was back at the tree. A rough heart carved into the bark with my name on top, a small heart beneath it, Michelle’s name
ex’d
out at the bottom. Rachel’s name, too.

The women I’d hurt, the pain I’d caused.

I kept walking for hours, paying just enough attention to stay away from the fence line. The wind doing its best to knock me over.

Suddenly, a huge cracking sound filled the air.

I spun and watched as a huge tree slowly toppled to the earth. It landed with a thud and bounced right past me, knocked over two small trees before coming to a stop.

One boulder, then two, rolled down the mountain and nestled up against the fallen pine. Several other large rocks were scattered up above. I made my way to them and stood in front of a half-covered cave someone had been hiding.

The fence line was up another couple hundred feet, but sometimes Rangers roamed. I looked around. The woods were silent, no one in sight.

Danny had given me a flashlight keychain and I flicked it on. Wood beams braced the rough walls carved out with a pick. Little metal tracks snaked into the darkness. I followed them, my feet crunching over the dirt. The tunnel seemed to go on forever, and I started to fear another tree toppling, crashing into the cave, trapping me in there forever. But I pressed on, continued down the steep slope, needing to know where this led.

I must have gone half a mile before I finally saw light, that full moon shining at the end of the shaft. My heart pumped and I thought about all those island getaways I’d been selling, pictured myself on the beach drinking something cold as the waves crashed and spread up to my toes.

But then I got to the end of the shaft, a tiny outcrop on the edge of the cliff. My heart stopped. The bridge that had once connected Brightside to the next peak had been destroyed. Two hundred feet down. I threw myself against the ground, shut my eyes. My stomach flopping around. Every inch of me pouring sweat.

But two hundred feet wasn’t a mile.

With a lot of rope I could make it. Just not with this wind.

I hadn’t thought I’d been up there that long, but my watch showed I had two hours to get to work. As quick as I could I made my way back up the shaft. There was no way I was leaving my new secret exposed so I gathered rocks and piled them in front of the entrance. I swept huge mounds of snow over it as the sun peeked over the horizon. It wasn’t perfect, but it’d have to do. I only had ten minutes to be at my desk.

My pants were in decent shape and I’d clean off my shoes better at the office. My jacket was a mess so I stripped it off and wadded it into a ball, walked over to the wall of rocks. Real quick and quiet, I moved a boulder near the top and tossed the jacket into the darkness.

When I stepped out of the woods, it was light enough for me to put on my sunglasses. I cut across the wet grass and headed for the southern archway. That last part of the park was always the hardest for me. The Cabin up the pebbled path on the left. The dog park to my right. The one that’d make me start thinking about Sunny and Lily.

I got on the sidewalk, Super Pawn directly ahead, a name too big for the one tiny window. It’d been a while since I’d looked inside. I usually avoided the store because Robert was always hanging out front, playing with his voice box, trying to get someone to talk to him, make him feel like a person.

The display had a little of everything, mostly rings. The tennis bracelet was on its own, center stage. I couldn’t see the inside of it, but I knew Belinda’s initials were engraved there.

I was wondering how Robert got the diamonds so sparkly when I walked right into the payphone. My shoulder smacked the
glass dome hard enough to turn me toward the beauty salon and dry cleaners across the street, no one in either place to see what an idiot I was.

That’s when I saw the orange jumpsuits coming with their shovels. I thought about heading the other way, but I needed to get to my desk. Needed to look like everything was normal.

I tried to control my thoughts, tried to think about anything but the mineshaft, my escape. But I couldn’t help it. I finally had a way out, just not the way Dad wanted.

An arm swung out and grabbed my shirt.

Wayne King and that nasty beard.

“Momma’s boy has a secret.”

I threw his hand off, kept moving.

Wayne called out, “Don’t go leaving without me!”

“King!” the guard yelled. “Shut your damn mouth or I’ll do it for you.”

When the office elevator doors opened, I had to squint my eyes. The sixth floor was always too bright and my head felt ready to split. Nearly every inch of every wall was covered with ridiculous posters of exotic locales.

Until this moment, I hadn’t been able to look at them. The bungalow sitting a foot above the Tahitian clear blue waters. The massive Swiss Alps, the sun shining off the snow-covered ski
slopes. The promise of the pyramids, the adventure of an African Safari.

Before this moment they had been brutal reminders of all the exciting places I’d never see. But now, with the mineshaft, I just might.

Changing out of my shirt was a priority, but first I had to sit down. I had to get my shit together.

I squeezed between the desk and the wall and dropped into my chair.

My body was already feeling like one big bruise from lifting those rocks. I’d scraped up my arm.

My Extra-Strength Excedrin was on the desk, always in reach. I popped two like they could actually take away my pain. I’d need the whole bottle for that, but with my luck it’d just make me sick.

I pulled out the shirt from my desk. Carlos suggested I have a spare after I’d spilled toner in the copy room, had an accident with the coffee machine. As I buttoned with one hand, I powered the computer and waited for it to warm up. The dinosaur was two years old, plenty of time to get out my yellow pad and two pens, and try not to stare at the wooden picture frame and the fading Polaroid, edges crumpled and black. But I didn’t need the photo to remember just how blue the Mad River had been, the number of brown trout I was holding, the way I was smiling at Dad because there was never anyone else around to take the picture.

That stupid kid. That stupid smile. I pushed the frame off the edge, right into the trashcan.

I was letting things get to me so I took a deep breath and leaned back in the chair, rubbed my temples to clear my head. It worked better than a slap in the face and so much quieter.

I reached into the brown bag I’d gotten from the cafeteria and pulled out the cherry-filled donut. It miraculously remained intact except for the blob of red oozing down the side. With no more shirts, I threw it in the trash, gave the frame some company.

Then came the distant drone of a helicopter.

Panic.

To most people the helicopter was no big deal, and maybe I was overreacting, but I just knew they’d found my escape. The escape someone else had tried to cover.

The helicopter sounded like it was coming from the front of the building. I hurried down the hallway.

Grace, Yung, and Trevor had their offices on the left side of the hall, but I was only interested in the ones facing the street. Wendell’s was first, the door closed, probably locked, a sad attempt at keeping the donut holes a secret. Sheila’s office was next to his, her door closed as well. Always locked.

Nathan, Brightside’s resident artist, had the office before the bathrooms and emergency stairwell. His door was wide open. He never closed it, said he didn’t see the point because he wanted everyone to know he was so fucking cool.

The bit of morning light coming through Nathan’s window let me see without flipping the switch. I entered the office. Five miniature figures stood sentinel around the room and watched
me
head behind Nathan’s desk, the
Exacto
knife right there, ready to create, remove. The figure sitting on the monitor looked bored, jealous of the one by the phone, both hands on his ears.

I looked out the window and saw all of the Square, but no helicopter. It sounded further to the left so I hurried out of Nathan’s and turned down the south hallway. The noise was coming from straight ahead. Past the conference room on the left, Gloria and Edward’s office to my right. It was loudest behind Carlos’s door, the only one I couldn’t see through.

Entering the boss’s office was never a good idea, but I did it anyway. From his window, I could see the dull black helicopter was much further than I’d thought, well out of the mounted gun’s shooting range. Where it was flying was what bothered me. Hovering halfway up the mountain between the park and the peak, not too far from my carvings, real close to the cemetery.

I closed Carlos’s door behind me, started for the elevator and tripped. If I hadn’t
Demarius
would have heard about my plan, not just me thinking about my ankle.
Demarius
leaned against the wall to my office, his eyes hidden behind the sunglasses.

Demarius
was first to speak. “Damn, son,
whatchu
rushing for?”

“Just trying to…”

“You crack the safe?”

“What?”

He pointed at Carlos’s office. “Why you snooping?”
Demarius
took a step away from the wall, his usual grin nowhere to be found. He called me over with his finger. “Let me holler at you.”

I focused on my ankle, not the rocks I’d lifted to hide the cave. “I’m really busy.”

“Look, I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry. You know, for telling Sharon about your thoughts.”

“Oh…no big deal.” I headed for my office, hopped so my ankle was all I could think of.

You one skittish motherfucker.

I threw myself into the chair. My mind back in the forest. The helicopter would see everything. I was fucked. Everything fucked.

Sara was back at her desk. I hadn’t even seen her on the way in. She was staring at me. Her eyes looking ready to pop.

“Joe, you need to stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Just stop.” I knew she’d heard every thought, but I couldn’t control it.

She stood and grabbed me by the arm. She was stronger than she looked.

“Get up.”

“Why?”

Get. Up
. Thinking like a drill sergeant, just like Dad.

I had no choice and hopped on one foot, trying to save my ankle. Sara peeked out the door, checked to make sure the coast was clear. Then she dragged me out of our office, me jumping like an idiot. We made it to the stairwell. There wasn’t a camera, but Sara still wouldn’t open her lips.

Are you fucking crazy?

“It was our chance to—”

Sara smashed her hand over my mouth and thought,
You’re going to get yourself killed.

I don’t care.

Joe, if you go running out there, trying to find whatever you found, they’re going to send you to The Cabin. And then they’re going to ask who else knows. They’re going to ask Danny.

Danny doesn’t know.

But I do.

I hated everything coming out of her head, but she was right. If I went out there, I’d never make it to the cave. Even if they didn’t know about the mineshaft, I’d lead them right to it.

Sara took my arm. “Let’s just go back to work.”

I clicked my teeth, knowing it was my only option. I spent the rest of the day at my desk, trying not to think. I couldn’t help it though, which was why Sara never let me leave, even for lunch. I stayed tethered to that computer, away from everyone else.

After work, Sara invited me over for dinner with Danny. My mind on the helicopter. There’d been no reports of the cave, no mention of anything, except for a few new
Brightsiders
delivered into the fold. I prayed that was it.

Danny popped up from the take-out we’d gotten, started spinning around, his mouth
motorboating
, spit flying like a disgusting sprinkler.

“Danny, sit down,” Sara said.

“I’m a helicopter!”

“Danny, go wash up. NOW!”

Danny kept twirling to the bathroom, almost toppling over into the kitchen.

“Maybe I should try that.” I tapped my skull and said, “Might turn off this stupid thing.”

Sara gave a sad smile, a small shake of her head.

I felt awful and said I was sorry. “And thank you for earlier.”

“You’re welcome.” Sara took a bite of her cold fries. “Although, you would’ve had plenty of time to spin in The Cabin.”

I smiled, but my mind went to Rachel, to the Boots taking her away, to the forest, the cave, the long, winding shaft, and that terrifying drop. Sara flinging over the ropes. Both of us rappelling.

Sara looked at me, her eyes hard and cold. “No.”

“But we could get out of here.”