Читать книгу The Ark - Laura Nolen Liddell - Страница 11

The car door slammed shut, and I blinked at the harsh white of the sidewalk in front of Isaiah’s home.

He was already at the front door. He’d dealt with Cassa almost single-handedly, and he’d had no problem directing me to his house, so I couldn’t figure why it struck me as bizarre to watch him find his way to the front door without me.

It wasn’t his blindness. In juvy, he’d moved with an easy confidence. It was magnetic. Other people sought him out, and when they walked together, they matched their pace to his.

But he was different here, in this moment. He looked out of place. His confidence had dissipated, and only determination filled its place. He was slower, relying heavily on his cane. I watched it sweep over the path to the door, making more passes than usual. I wasn’t fooled for a moment. He could have found his way without it. Then he reached forward to knock on the door, and I felt his shame, his brokenness, as he’d put it, and understood.

It sucks to knock on the door of your own home.

I continued to stare as a small curtain shifted to reveal a face. The curtain froze, then swished back into place. Long moments passed before the door finally cracked.

A young man stepped onto the porch and regarded Isaiah with frank distaste. I regretted leaving our weapons in the car, but Isaiah had insisted.

The man shook his head. “So they let you out.”

Isaiah cleared his throat. “Something like that.” He seemed younger, suddenly. He’d always been, to me, one of the oldest souls in juvy. Full of wisdom and easy laughter. But all that was gone now. He was exposed, vulnerable. Childlike.

“And you came here.”

“Abel. I just want to see Mom.”

“There’s nothing for you here, Ise. Leave us be.”

This must be Isaiah’s brother. The man who’d blinded him. They stood there like statues, but I wanted to scream. “He can’t leave, not now. It’s the last—”

Abel looked at me. My jaw snapped shut, and I stepped back inadvertently. But his words to me were softer than I expected. “It’s too late for him. You can stay, if you need a place to be. But Isaiah is not welcome here.”

Isaiah let out a long breath. For the first time since I’d known him, I saw his youth. Really saw it. His cheeks and lips were full. His hands were smooth against his cane. The lines on his forehead would have disappeared if he’d relaxed his face.

When he spoke, his voice was small. “Just let me see Mom. Just tell her I’m here.”

Abel’s face hardened, and I lay a hand on Isaiah’s arm. I knew that look, and I could guess what was coming next. The door opened a hair further, and the gun sliced into view.

Abel cocked it, so that Isaiah knew it was there, and spoke through tight lips. “Get out. Last chance, Ise.” He’d stopped just short of aiming the barrel at his brother, but Isaiah couldn’t have known that.

Isaiah’s hands lifted in surrender, then jerked back to his side. “No.”

I pulled against him, and he was obliged to step backward. “We’re leaving. We’re leaving, Isaiah.”

Abel nodded at me, and I put my full weight into dragging Isaiah off the porch. “Come on. There’s a step down here.”

Isaiah stumbled, and for a moment, he allowed me to lead him. But halfway off the stoop, he stopped. I tugged harder, not caring that he could stumble. Everyone had a gun these days, but Abel was ready to use his. I could almost have understood him, at the time. He wanted to protect his family for as long as he could.

It was a few seconds before I realized that Isaiah wasn’t moving any more, no matter how hard I tried. He might as well have been an oak tree, for all the good it did me to pull on him like that. Another moment passed, and I gave up struggling.

I looked at Abel, wide-eyed. There would be no consequences for shooting us. We’d just done the same to Cassa, after all.

I kept a hand on Isaiah’s arm, so he’d know I hadn’t left him, but it fell to my side when he uttered his next words.

“I found the Remnant.”

Abel snorted. “You’re too old for this. I’m too old for this.”

“He did,” I blurted out before thinking. “He found them.”

Some small muscle twitched in Isaiah’s neck, but he stayed steady. Abel looked at me, unconvinced, and I summoned every ounce of steel I had. I could not afford to flinch. “You knew he would.”

“That’s just some story people tell.”

“They’re real, Abe. It’s gonna be a whole new setup up there. Let me see Mom, and I’ll take you with me.”

“What about Mom? You’ll take her, too?”

Isaiah hesitated. “It doesn’t work like that. Just you and me.”

That was smart. If he’d promised to take everyone, Abel would never have believed the lie. Isaiah was back to form.

Abel glanced at me. “And the girl?”

I gave him a convincing smile. “Obviously. Why do you think I’m with him?”

His doubts were smattered across his face, but the Remnant was more than anyone could resist. The gun disappeared behind his back. His face remained tense. “I’m warning you, Ise. I’m done with your games. You play me, you’ll regret it. It’s not too late to make you regret it.”

Isaiah’s shoulders relaxed. I allowed myself a breath.

That was when the impossibility of my situation hit me. Something slippery swirled in my stomach, and I felt sick. I couldn’t stay with Isaiah and his family, or I’d miss the OPT. But I couldn’t leave, either, because Abel would know we were lying, and Isaiah would pay for it.

I told myself that I didn’t have a choice, that it was his decision to come here. But deep down, I didn’t know if I had what it took to walk away.

For now, at least, I still had time before I had to act, time to find the smart move. I could play this out. I willed the slippery thing to hold still for a little longer.

I squared my shoulders, and noticed Isaiah doing the same. “You can keep the gun out, Abe,” he said. “I’ve gotta get something from the car.”

“Like hell you do.”

“Like I said. Keep the gun out if you like. That way, we understand each other.”

“Maybe we don’t.”

But Isaiah was already halfway to the car. I shrugged at Abel, pretending not to understand the warning in his voice, and casually placed myself between Isaiah and the gun.

Isaiah popped the trunk a moment later. As I expected, he came out with Meghan’s rifle. What I didn’t expect was where he aimed it.

At me.

“Step aside, Abe. I’m a fair shot, most of the time, but I’m not as sure as I used to be.”

I floundered, trying to figure out the play here, and felt the slippery thing in my belly harden into stone. Surely Isaiah would never tell Abel about my starpass. Surely.

“No.” The word escaped my lips before I thought it. “Isaiah. Don’t do this.”

“I can take one person with me, little bird. And it’s not you.”

I shook my head, confused. I glanced back at Abel in time to see him pull his gun again.

“I got her,” he said.

“No need,” said Isaiah. “Get in the car, Char. Drive away. I’m only gonna say it once.”

It was the way he said my name that finally tipped me off to his plan. He had never called me Char. It was an act.

Abel spoke. “We don’t have to kill you unless you get stubborn. So you better start moving.”

I stole one final glance at Isaiah before I started running.

He almost seemed to return my gaze. “Thanks for the ride, sweetheart.”

Another phony name. It was the perfect move. He was saving both of us, in a way I never could. So it made no sense to me, in that moment, that my heart was breaking.

I shut the door and powered on the car like a robot.

It wasn’t until I turned the corner, never to see him again, that I realized we never said goodbye.