After we get back to Ryan’s house, Ryan and I set ourselves up at the table to go through the work that we missed on Monday and Tuesday. It isn’t too much and we finish within a few hours. I asked Ryan if she wants to start working on her impact statement, but she says she needs some time before she starts.
“Maybe I’ll do it with Lisa in our session next week,” Ryan says.
“Ok,” I eye her when she’s not looking. She seems to be feeling a lot better, all things considering, but I can tell that she’s avoiding dealing with this. Hell, I would too, so I get it.
“Hey, Ryan and Carter,” Mrs. Miller says, walking into the kitchen. “You have been stuck in the house for the l
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Carter pulls in beside a tall oak tree. The lake glistens in the starlight. There are only a few other cars in the area, probably because it’s a school night. I unbuckle my seatbelt and pull off my sweater. Mom was right. It was freezing in the movie theater, but the night is still warm at the beginning of October. Carter had rolled the windows down and I was finally warm. I toss my sweater into the back seat with my purse and make eye contact with Carter. He smiles at me with a combination of anxiety and excitement. I completely understand. “So&he
Last night was probably the best night of my life. Ryan told me she loved me. I don’t really remember anything that happened at school today, except for Band and lunch when I was with Ryan. I feel giddy. It’s crazy how Ryan has come to mean so much to me in such a short period of time. All I want to do is be with Ryan right now, but I promised that I would go paintballing with the guys (plus Jaime), so here I am. We are out in the woods at a range in the next town over. We gear up by our cars. I don’t think people realize how much padding you need to wear in order to play paintball. Those fuckers hurt and leave huge bruises and welts on your skin. You remember that line from the movie A Chri
“Earth to Ryan,” Ayo says, waving her hands in front of my eyes. “What’s up?” I say, blinking quickly and look at her. “Chica, donde estas?” We’ve been calling your name for five minutes,” Ayo says. “Sorry girls,” I say, smiling in apology. “Thinking about Carter?” Jess asks.
On Saturday, Ryan and I go with Patrick, Ayo, and Jess to see Fight Club. It’s just as epic as it was the first time. “Holy fuck!” Patrick yells as the credits close and the lights are brought up in the theater. He, Ayo, and Jess are stunned. “That was the BEST MOVIE EVER!” Ayo yells back at Patrick and the two of them high-five. They really do belong together. “I was not prepared for the car-sized dick on the screen,” Jess says, flatly. I laugh out loud and Ryan joins me. As we walk out the door of the the
It’s Monday morning, I haven’t heard from Carter since he ran out of our movie night. He left a message on our answering machine while we were in the yard on Sunday. All he said was that he wouldn’t be able to take me to school for a few days, but other than that, nothing. I’m really worried and so are my folks. The plan is to swing by his house after school today. But when I go, his car isn’t there. I’m not sure what to do, so I scratch a note on a piece of paper. Carter -
It’s Thursday. I haven’t heard from Carter and I’m spiraling. I’ve lost him. My shit was too much for him to deal with and he doesn’t want me anymore. I told him that I love him, but it still isn’t enough. He doesn’t want me anymore. I walk around like a zombie. I’ve gone to school, done my piano lesson, even went to see Lisa, but I really don’t remember anything. I feel...heartbroken. Carter hasn’t been to school all week. I asked Jake and Lucas hasn’t been to school either. Carter isn’t answering my phone calls. He didn’t reply to my note. It’s almost like he’s a ghost and just went...poof. I know that something bad has happened
I don’t go to school for the rest of the week. Lucas finally comes home on Saturday, after Mom had the damage in the house fixed. Mom’s bruises are starting to yellow and look even worse, if that’s possible. Lucas’s chin is more scratched than bruised, but he says that it hurts when he talks, so he doesn’t talk much. Ryan has been amazing. She has been at my house the entire time, except for when she had school on Friday and to go home for bed. She has been great at distracting us from our troubles. She has played video games with Lucas, instituted a family game night, and started a Batman movie marathon. It’s been great to have her here. It feels like we are trying to start over again. I know that I
Lucas and Ryan end up beating me in two out of three matches that we play. By the time that we are halfway through the first match, Mom and Dad catch up with us. They begin cheering us on, yelling pointers. If it weren’t for the staff member keeping a close eye on our use of the equipment, it would feel like we were just having a nice day at the park. Lucas slowly starts to loosen up around Dad and eventually lets Dad hug him. I have mixed feelings about this whole thing. On the one hand, this is my Dad. I love him. He is the man that taught me how to be a man. How to care for the woman I love. But, I’m also pissed. He took it upon himself to reduce his own medication and put Mom and Lucas in danger. He almost kille
June, 2000 “Carter Nathaniel Moore.” I walk across the stage, hearing my parents, Lucas, Cody, and the Millers cheering from the audience. From the stage, Patrick, Jess, and Jaime call out my name. And from the pit band, I hear Ayo, Lucy, and Ryan screaming. I walk to the principal to pick up my diploma, shaking Principal Lemar’s hand. Soon after I sit, Jess, Patrick, and Jaime take their walks across the stage. Not long after we throw our hats in the air and are officially high school graduates. ---- All of our friends and our families meet in the large banquet room at the diner. Mr. Sloan and the entire staff of the diner hav
“So, where are we going?” I ask once we’re in the car. “I don’t know,” Ryan says. Her face is all smiles and she is literally bouncing in her seat. “I know! The beach. Let’s go to the beach. I need to do something.” “Alright.” I put the car in gear. Ryan turns on the radio and sings along to I Need to Know, Where My Girls At?, and All Star at the top of her lungs. Though it’s chilly outside, Ryan rolls the window down and sticks her hand out of it. Once we arrive at the beach, Ryan j
I know that Lisa needed to say those things. They had to be told to the judge to keep Tommy in jail. But I hate that he knows. That he knows the effect that he had on me. That he’s still having on me. It pisses me off. Fuck him. Over there, leering at me. His brother behind him laughing at each description of my pain. Fuck them both. He’s going to jail and I’m going to make sure that it is for a long, long time. “The last impact statement is from the victim, Ms. Ryan Miller,” Mr. Shift says. “Please approach, Ms. Miller,” the judge calls.
I hadn’t heard my mother’s speech prior to now. I didn’t think that I’d be able to handle it. But I’m proud of her. Her statement was simple, but powerful and I can plainly see that it has affected the judge. As Mom walks to our row, I stand and hug her. She falls into my arms and squeezes me. “You did good, Mom. I love you.” “Thanks, baby. I love you, too.” We sit and wait for what comes next. “Mr. Shift, who has the next statement?” the judge asks. “Lisa Armstrong, the victim’s the
The only thing that is keeping me in my seat is Carter’s hand in mine and pure willpower. I can feel Tommy’s gaze from across the room and it feels like fingers running all over my skin. I really don’t hear the report from the judge, but I see my parents relax and hear Ayo and Patrick give a little cheer under their breath. “What did she say?” I whisper to Carter. He is attempting to shield me from Tommy’s gaze, but there is only so much he can do. I don’t think that Tommy has turned away from me once. “The probation department recommended the maximum sentences for both the rape and the
There is a huge group of us sitting on the prosecutor side of the courtroom: Lisa, Ryan’s parents, Jake, my mom, Lucas, and all of our close friends. On Tommy’s side, there are only two people. I assume that they are his mother and brother. Ryan is astutely ignoring them. But they seem to be doing exactly the opposite. They are glaring daggers at Ryan and her family. I scoot up so that I am directly in their eyesight, glaring back and cocking my head. Tommy’s mother looks a bit embarrassed and turns away, but his brother gives an amused scoff before shaking his head at me. He eventually turns when the door to the side of the courtroom opens. In walks Tommy. I have never hated anyone so much in my entire life. The anger boils in
Walking into the courthouse, an episode attempts to overtake me. I recall the first time I came here for Tommy’s first trial (when he attacked me, it was ruled a mistrial), the second trial, the press conference on the court steps…I clutch Carter’s hand.“You ok?” His voice is worried, but I can’t see his face because my eyes are closed. “I need to stop.” Carter pulls me to a bench. “You guys go ahead,” he says to my folks. “Ryan needs a minute.” I don’t hear the rest
I am so full of nervous energy that I burn the eggs three different times. “Carter,” Mrs. Moore puts a hand on my shoulder. “Why don’t I take over the eggs? You get the bacon in the oven.” “Sorry.” I move out of her way and rub my face with my hands. “I just can’t focus.” “I understand.” She smiles sadly at me, grabbing the pan and the spatula. Mom comes up behind me and turns me towards her. “Car, why don’t you go talk with the guys? I’ll help Joyce.” “I think I’m going
I pull Ryan into my chest, trying to still my beating heart. That was...incredible. More than anything that I’d dreamed of (and I’d had a few dreams about her). I kiss her hair. “I love you,” I breathe. “I love you, too.” Ryan cups my cheek, but keeps her face in my chest, trying to regulate her breathing. After a few moments, I begin to pull away. “I have to take care of…” I gesture to the condom that I’m still wearing. She lays on her back and waves her hand towards the door. “Knock yourself out. I’