CAYMAN SUMMER (Taken by Storm) (5 page)

Michael, sun-kissed and saltwater fresh,
sleeps on my bed when I hobble
back to my room. I dismiss
my guides with a promise to rest,
touch his hand to wake him.
“Michael. Hey.”

His eyes open,
focus,
explode.

“Freak, Leese. What the hell
did they do to you?”
He’s on his feet, wrapping
me in his arms, getting tangled
in my IV’s tubes.
“I’m sorry, babe.” He trembles with emotion.
“I thought they’d look after you.”
He chokes back a sob.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.
I’ll find someplace else.”
He touches my stark white
new-shaved scalp like it’s lethal.
“What did they do with it?”
“My hair?”
“Did they save it?”

Tears fill his eyes.
“I don’t think so.”
“It’s gone?” His finger withdraws.
“It’ll grow back even this way.”
He swallows hard. “But your hair, Leese.”
“I couldn’t look after it.”
His head shakes denial.
“That’s why I got nurses.”
I close my eyes to block out his pain.
“I can’t stay here forever.”
“I would have washed it for you,
babe, every day.” His voice throbs.

I open my eyes and watch tears,
one by one, roll down his cheeks.
I wipe at his tears with my robe’s sleeve.
I never thought of that—
thought of him—thought of
what he might need to hold
on to.
I thought only me.
And what I’d lost.

I try to kiss away his tears
and feel like a coward.
A cruel, selfish coward
who crushes,
maims,
and kills.

MICHAEL’S DIVE LOG – VOLUME #10

Dive Buddy:
Leesie
Date:
04/28
Dive #:
--
Location:
Grand Cayman
Dive Site:
Rehab Center
Weather Condition:
Stormy
Water Condition:
pouring down my face
Depth:
can’t tell
Visibility:
0
Water Temp:
hot
Bottom Time:
the rest of my life
Comments:

I don’t know how we go from me sobbing like a wimpedout baby over Leesie’s lost hair to us making out on her cushy white bed, but that’s what happens. She starts it. I don’t resist.

I have to be careful not to lie on her IV’s hose, careful not to jar her injuries, careful not to lose control. Leesie offers no barriers but makes no demands. She just lies flat on her back, my ring balancing on her stomach. The chain’s too long for her. I’m on my side so I can reach her.

We kiss soft and slow. Her lip doesn’t bleed this time. She’s pumped full of drugs so I don’t think it hurts her to kiss me. She kisses me over and over. The movement of her mouth on mine is tender—like I’m the patient. And she the comforter.

I move my mouth to her unhurt lower lip, suck softly a moment, slip my lips to her chin, her neck, her ear. I hesitate a moment then move my mouth to the soft skin of her new shaved head, exploring every inch, trying to fall in love again.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

I pause and murmur, “More safe skin,” and go back to kissing it, absorbing every contour of her skull into my soul. I avoid the jagged gash and purple stitches holding it together. Her scalp is warm, vibrant, alive against my lips. That’s what counts, I try to convince myself. She’s here, alive—not on that mountainside dead.

“I love you, Michael, forgive me for making it harder for you.”

“Will you marry me, Leese, at the end of the summer?”

“I’ll marry you tomorrow.”

“Sorry, babe. No can do. I want you in shape for 24/7.”

We both laugh at that, and I cradle her head, afraid to let it go again.

Chapter 5

HEARTLESS

LEESIE HUNT / CHATSPOT LOG / 04/28 9:37 PM

Kimbo69 says
: Where’ve you guys been? I signed on three hours ago.

Leesie327 says:
Hooray, Kim!!! Michael just told me he found you. This is a cool surprise. He says he filled you in.

Kimbo69 says:
With everything except where you are and why you’re hours late for our chat.

Leesie327 says:
We were busy.

Kimbo69 says:
Busy? He told me he wasn’t taking advantage of you. You big dirty liar. Busy? How busy?

Leesie327 says:
Be nice to him or I’m signing off.

Kimbo69 says:
Was that from him or you?

Leesie327 says:
Me. I fell asleep because I’m pumped full of morphine. Before that, we were truly busy. I shaved my head, and Michael asked me to marry him.

Kimbo69 says:
Cause and effect? Odd strategy for getting him to commit.

Leesie327 says:
He’s always been committed.

Kimbo69 says:
You believe that?

Leesie327 says:
He’s very convincing in person.

Kimbo69 says:
I’ll give him that much. So he proposed for the hundred millionth time. What did you say?

Leesie327 says:
Yes, of course. He didn’t really need to ask. I’ve been wearing his ring since I woke up from the accident.

Kimbo69 says:
Get you when you’re down, huh. When’s the big day?

Leesie327 says:
He says end of the summer. I say tomorrow.

Kimbo69 says:
Don’t you have a cast on your hand and other broken stuff?

Leesie327 says:
Michael is creative. I’m sure he can work around my shortcomings.

Kimbo69 says:
Did that come from you or the scribe?

Leesie327 says:
Me. The scribe is blushing.

Kimbo69 says:
I’d like to see that.

Leesie327 says:
It’s totally irresistible. (Change the subject, girls, or the scribe is out of here.)

Kimbo69 says:
Touchy, touchy. Listen up, Leese. Take it from your friend with years of experience. If you’re going to finally do it, wait until you can use your hands.

Leesie327 says:
(Come off it, Kim. Don’t go there.)

Kimbo69 says:
Butt out, Mr. Secretary. This actually has nothing to do with you. She needs to hear this. I bled for like a week after my first time. You need to be able to deal with the mess.

Kimbo69 says:
Hello? Where are you? Don’t get mad at me. I’m just telling you what you need to know.

Kimbo69 says:
Hey guys, this is getting rude.

Leesie327 says:
sorry slow

Kimbo69 says:
He bailed?

Leesie327 says:
yup

Kimbo69 says:
Figures. Such a wimp.

Leesie327 says:
be nice

Kimbo69 says:
I don’t trust him, Leesie. What the hell are you thinking?

Leesie327 says:
he saved me

Kimbo69 says:
Don’t go making him a hero.

Leesie327 says:
i wanted to die

Kimbo69 says:
He told me you blame yourself for the accident. Don’t be crazy.

Leesie327 says:
all my fault

Kimbo69 says:
Even if you made a mistake driving, accidents are accidents. Your parents won’t blame you.

Leesie327 says:
not that easy

Kimbo69 says:
What happened in that pickup? It must have been bad for you to react like this.

Leesie327 says:
promise not to tell anybody?

Kimbo69 says:
I’ll help you sort it out…it can’t be that bad.

Leesie327 says:
i haven’t told anyone…trying to hide

Kimbo69 says:
It must be rough, girl. But you’ll get through this.

Leesie327 says:
can i trust you?

Kimbo69 says:
Do you even need to ask?

Leesie327 says:
we had this huge fight

Kimbo69 says:
You and Phil?

Leesie327 says:
that’s why i crashed

Kimbo69 says:
I don’t think so—you always fought with him.

Leesie327 says:
the last thing my brother heard was me screaming at him and squealing tires

Kimbo69 says:
I know he’s dead and he’s your brother and all, but if he was being a snot and distracted you, it’s his fault, too.

Leesie327 says:
he said the worst things about Michael

Kimbo69 says:
Michael? When I talked to you last, it was all about Jaron. What happened?

Leesie327 says:
i drove through mountains and realized i couldn’t love jaron because i still love michael…so excited… knew i’d see him soon somehow…i told phil

Kimbo69 says:
He didn’t agree?

Leesie327 says:
i’ve never been so angry…i wanted to kill him

Kimbo69 says:
no you didn’t

Leesie327 says:
but i did…i murdered my brother

Kimbo69 says:
No, you didn’t.

Leesie327 says:
shoot, kim…you can’t say anything about this to michael…he’ll think it’s his fault…and that’s so wrong

Kimbo69 says:
Take it easy with Michael.

Leesie327 says:
im living now for him…doing a crap job so far but trying

Kimbo69 says:
How’d you convince him to get baptized?

Leesie327 says:
hes not

Kimbo69 says:
But that was your thing. You wouldn’t say, “yes,” until he joined your church.

Leesie327 says:
doesnt matter now

Kimbo69 says:
excuse me?

Leesie327 says:
i dont even care if we get married first

Kimbo69 says:
What’s got into you? You told me it was huge earth-shattering sin to do it without being married.

Leesie327 says:
nothing compared to what I did to Phil…God won’t forgive me that

Kimbo69 says:
He forgives everybody—even girls like me. That’s what I’m counting on.

Leesie327 says:
not me…i murdered my brother

Kimbo69 says:
It’s twisted to call it’s murder. It was an accident. God won’t blame you. I don’t think your parents blame you, either.

Leesie327 says:
they will if you ever tell them about that fight

Kimbo69 says:
So you’re hiding with Michael? He says the Mermaid Thai Queen was a friend. How can you buy that?

Leesie327 says:
his eyes dont lie

Kimbo69 says:
When are you going to come clean about the accident?

Leesie327 says:
never…keep your mouth shut, too…you promised

Kimbo69 says:
Go home, Leesie. It’s not too late. Tell your parents everything. They’ll understand.

Leesie327 says:
no…what if they tell michael? or blame him?

Kimbo69 says:
They won’t. At least call them so they know you’re okay.

Leesie327 says:
no

Kimbo69 says:
They just lost their son. Running away like this is too cruel. How can you do that to your dad?

Leesie327 says:
had to…cant go home

Kimbo69 says:
Can I tell them where you are?

Leesie327 says:
did Michael tell you

Kimbo69 says:
No. Can I at least call and tell them you’re safe?

Leesie327 says:
dont

Kimbo69 says:
Come on. Give them something.

Leesie327 says:
ok call

Kimbo69 says:
Good girl. You owe me huge for this, by the way. Gigantically huge.

Leesie327 says:
don’t tell them about my hair

Kimbo69 says:
What should I tell them?

Leesie327 says:
best medical care

Kimbo69 says:
That’s good. What about you’re wedding plans?

Leesie327 says:
no

Kimbo69 says:
You want them to think you’re shacking up with him?

Leesie327 says:
no

Kimbo69 says:
Okay. I’ll try to explain that. What if they ask me why you left?