People talk about not knowing themselves, like not being in touch with who they really are, but when I returned to Shenandoah that rainy Tuesday afternoon, I honestly felt like I was someone else completely, not the innocent young girl who’d left my home just a few days before, and despite everyone’s reassurances, I knew there was nothing that would ever make me who I’d been the last time I was home.
My sister had been forced to call my parents while I was still out since I was supposed to be home in time for school the next day, and they were wondering where I was. Cadence tried to keep it all nonchalant, saying something had come up, and she wouldn’t be able to bring me home until a day later than expected. Apparently, my mom wasn’t very happy, but Cadence assured her Jamie, the doctor who worked as part of the LIGHTS team, would write me an excuse for school.
And it probably wouldn’t be for just one day, I imagined, considering ho
Aaron pulled into the driveway, and I took a few deep breaths while they waited on me. Before I even finished climbing out of the vehicle, I saw my parents standing at the door. Normally, my dad wouldn’t be home from work yet. But he was here.My mom greeted and hugged each of us, as did my dad, except he shook Aaron’s hand, and we all moved into the living room. Obviously, my parents knew something was up, but I think they were relieved to see we were all alive. My parents sat in their chairs, my sister and Aaron on the couch, and I lowered myself into the chair across from my mom.“What’s going on?” she asked, looking at each of our faces. “You kids are scaring me.”Cadence looked at me, and I wished Brandon—or someone—was here to hold my hand the way she was grasping Aaron’s. But I was on my own. And I’d asked for this. I knew I could back out, and Cadence would tell them, but this really was s
Aaron’s calm voice filled our living room, and while I felt bad that he was the one who had to relay this information when he was the least to blame, I was thankful someone who wasn’t overly emotional was recounting the tale. “We got word late Saturday night that Steven Gibbon, the Jogging Path Killer, had been kidnapped from the hospital in Philadelphia where he was recovering from his gunshot wounds. We had intelligence that let us know that Giovani, the same Vampire that had been with Jack when he went on the killing spree in Cabo, was planning to turn Gibbon to use him against Cadence, so our team flew to Philly Sunday morning, hoping to locate Gibbon.”My parents nodded, letting him know they were following along. “We had asked Brandon, a new Guardian who hasn’t completed his training yet, to drive Cassidy home, and he agreed to do that. But… instead, they took a train to Philly.”My mom turned and looked at me, and
On Wednesday, I didn’t get out of bed until almost noon, and when I went downstairs, I discovered my sister had left a few minutes after I went to bed the afternoon before. She’d left me a note telling me she’d call me soon. I couldn’t blame her. She needed to get back to headquarters so they could figure out what to do about Gibbon, and I honestly didn’t want to talk to her anymore anyway. It would be hard to get past what we’d been through together. She’d keep blaming herself, and I’d keep feeling guilty for putting her in a position where she had to trade herself for me.My dad had gone to work like everything was normal, and his daughter wasn’t some freak. My mom was sitting at the kitchen table eating a sandwich and reading a magazine. When I walked in, she looked up and said, “Hi, honey,” and went back to what she was doing. I looked around the room, thinking there must be some sort of crew filming us or
My mom gasped and covered her mouth with her free hand. “Elliott? Elliott had a son?”“Elliott had a son,” I nodded.“But… I didn’t know Elliott had a son.”“Elliott didn’t know Elliott had a son.”I was getting a little tired of saying my deceased friend’s name. “Mom, I am sure that your impression of Brandon is less than stellar right now, but I can assure you, he’s a great guy. Once Zabrina took me, and he caught up, he never left my side again. The whole time I was on the ground, he’s the one that was protecting me. When Jamie was administering the serum—it hurt, and I was terrified—but Brandon was right there. And when I woke up in that hotel room, not knowing who or what I was, he was there, too. I don’t blame you for being angry at him. Or me. But… if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, please give him a chance to prove that
“So who is going to come show you how to use it?” I asked, thinking the more time we spent talking about him, the less time we’d have to spend talking about me.“I’m not sure. Your sister said she’d come check on me later, so maybe her. They said I’d have a mentor. I don’t know who that is yet.”“A mentor? That sounds good.” I wondered who mine would be. I hoped not Cadence. She wouldn’t know how to talk to me in a way that was productive.“Yeah, I think so. As long as it’s not Techy Long Stockings.”I burst out laughing. “What did you say?”“Didn’t they wear those really high socks back then, the white ones? With their breeches?”“Oh, yeah. I guess so. I thought you meant stalkings as in stalker.”“Well, if the nickname fits…. Anyway, how have you been? Are you all rested up? Ready for schoo
Going back to school was so surreal. I walked among hundreds of kids who knew nothing about what they didn’t know. I had been just like them once, really not that long ago. Walking around with no idea how much evil there is in the world and how close to home that evil can strike.Lots of people said hello to me in the hallway and welcomed me back. I knew most of that was because of Elliott. Everyone on campus had loved him, and his death had sort of made me a celebrity since I had known him personally, outside of school. They all knew I’d attended his memorial. Sometimes they asked me questions about it, which was a bit macabre. Today, they nodded and smiled, said they were glad I was feeling better. No one seemed to think I resembled Edward Cullen at all or accused me of being too sparkly under the fluorescent hallway lighting.“Hey, you’re back,” Lucy said, giving me a quick hug as we headed to choir class which we both had first period.
Brandon grew reflective and didn’t say anything for another span of lengthy seconds. “My mom is… an alcoholic.”I really wasn’t expecting that. I’m not sure why. I think, in retrospect, all the signs were there. I just didn’t really know anyone with a serious drinking problem, so maybe I didn’t know what to look for. I definitely had no words to show I understood, so I said, “I can imagine that’s hard for both of you.”He sort of chuckled, like he wanted to say, “To put it lightly,” or something, but he didn’t. Instead, he said, “She’s been one my whole life. When my grandparents were still alive, I spent a lot of time with them. But they died when I was ten. So, after that, I had to fend for myself a lot. She’s managed to hold down a job somehow, but the rest of the time, she’s pretty dysfunctional. And sometimes… living with her has been more than uncom
“There is no way in the universe I am letting you spend the night at Lucy’s house tonight, Cassidy,” my mom was saying as I tried to down my breakfast in time not to be late for school. I was dressed in my cheerleading uniform, as I was every Friday during football season, and the bacon and eggs she’d lovingly made me now seemed a little less infused with that particular emotion.“But Mom,” I began, “how else am I going to tell her and Em what happened? I’ve been back for three days, and they still don’t know anything.”“I understand that, dear,” she said, sipping her coffee, “but you’d have to be crazy to think I’d actually let you be out of my sight for that long so soon after what happened the last time you slept outside of this home.”I knew what she was saying, but the teenager in me was indignant. “You said there wouldn’t be any punishment.”