Laura stood there in shock, not believing what she had heard. I'm uptight? Just because I don't want to do drugs? "Alcohol is different, Crystal," she yelled loud enough to be heard through the closed door.
"Whatever," came the reply. "If the smell bothers you I'll light an incense, okay?"
"Why do you think that hiding something makes it all right?" Laura asked.
"What makes you think I care what you think?" Crystal snapped. "I told you
I'll light a fucking stick if the smell bothers you. Other than that, deal with it." Laura heard the sound of a drawer opening followed soon after by the flick of a lighter. Grunting in frustration, the writer returned to her room, shutting the door with a resounding bang.
Laura shut down the computer, deciding she was too aggravated to give writing a serious try and not feeling like working on her email. Once the computer was shut off and the dust covers in place, she crossed over to the sliding glass door, preparing to shut it for the night. She caught a whiff of burning incense and frowned. Peter, I'm going to kill you, she silently vowed as she slid the door closed.
Across the hall, Crystal sat on her bed, her eyes staring at the worn photograph in her hand. It showed two small girls standing in front of an old mobile home. Where are you, Patty? she asked silently, her finger running over the familiar picture. I could really use you now. She emptied another beer and reached for her pipe. Letting the photo rest on her lap, Crystal held the pipe in one hand and her lighter in the other. She inhaled deeply, pulling as much smoke as she could hold into her lungs. Only when she felt as though she would burst did she slowly let the smoke out, her head already feeling the effects of the deep hit. Putting the lighter and pipe on the nightstand, Crystal laid her head back on the pillows and stared up at the stucco ceiling. Images of childhood played in her head two sisters, hair blonder than the sun, bicycling through the trailer park, laughing and enjoying a warm summer day. As it always did, a darker memory surfaced. Crystal angrily sat up and reached for her pipe. No fucking way I'm going through this tonight, she vowed, lighting up the marijuana and sucking as hard as she could. She recognized the feelings for what they were and desperately wanted to avoid having any nightmares tonight. The pot made that possible, taking her to a place where her father's anger and violence couldn't reach, where nothing mattered except the temporary peace offered by the weed. But some nights the memories refused to be numbed out by the drugs and this night proved to be one of them.
Lying in bed, fourteen year old Crystal listened to the muffled sobs coming through the wall separating her room from the one her older sister slept in. She cried at the helplessness she felt, the inability to help Patty. She had tried twice to protect her sister from their father and both times earned a beating so severe that it kept her home from school for days. The last time had been less than a week ago and her eye still bore the bruising from his fist. Patty's cries became more frequent, intermixed with her father's carnal grunts. Crystal buried her head in her pillow and cried even harder, sharing the pain her sister was going through and fearing that this would be the night her father stopped at her door.
Minutes later she heard the familiar sound of her father walking down the hall. Suddenly the footsteps stopped outside her door. Crystal's heart beat rapidly for several seconds before the steps started up again, not stopping until the door to his bedroom closed. The bathroom separated her room from her parent's, making eavesdropping impossible. However, it also made it easier for the two siblings to have their own private conversations. Once she was certain her father wouldn't leave his room, Crystal slipped out of bed and slowly opened her door. She peeked down the hall at her parent's door and carefully crept into her sister's room.
Patty was lying on her bed, curled up in a ball and sobbing helplessly. Crystal climbed in the bed and hugged her older sister. "Y-y-you should get back to bed before he finds you in here," Patty warned.
"No, he won't come back," she said, holding her sister tighter. "We need to run away." It was a discussion they had at least once a week for the last few months. "Please Patty, we can't keep living like this. We can go away to the city or something."
"We can't, you're too young," Patty replied. "The police would find us and we'd be in even worse trouble than if we just stayed here." "But he keeps hurting you," the young teen pleaded. "And she won't stop him. I know she hears but she never does anything." "What can she do, Crystal? He'd just hit her again and then it'd be worse."
The sisters sat together in bed for several minutes before Crystal spoke.
"How old were you when he
?" she let the question hang, not wanting to actually put a name on the horrible act. Patty hesitated for a moment before answering. "Fifteen."
"How much longer do you think he's gonna wait until he comes for me?" Crystal asked in a timid voice. "I can't go through that, Patty, I just can't." She sniffed and wiped away her tears. "Please."
There was silence in the room for several minutes before the elder sister spoke. "Go in your room and empty out your backpack. Put warm clothes and your underwear in it. Put your sneakers on and a warm sweater." Patty stood up and quietly opened her top dresser drawer. Hidden in the back was a pair of black socks. She unfolded them to reveal a small wad of cash. "I was hoping to finish high school and get us a place after I graduated," she whispered. "We'll go north, to Berlin. It's a college town. We can get a small place there and hide out until we figure out what to do."
Despite their fears of him suddenly waking up and discovering their plans, the sisters were able to escape the mobile home without being caught. Deciding that their bicycles would be too obvious, they left on foot, sticking to back roads and shadows until they reached the downtown area. Both girls were tired but that feeling was overshadowed by fear. Block after block they walked, talking about how wonderful life would be once they ran away. The bus station was several miles away and it was close to midnight by the time they reached the brightly lit place. Patty made Crystal hide in the shadows while she went inside to get the tickets. As the bus pulled up, the fourteen year old believed that they were going to make it, that freedom was finally within their grasp. Feeling somewhat confident, Crystal crossed the brightly lit parking lot in search of her sister. She found Patty coming out proudly displaying two one-way tickets.
"You got them," she said excitedly. "Which bus is ours?"
"Easy Sis," Patty replied. "Our bus doesn't leave until seven. These buses are all done for the night."
"But" The thought of staying in the city for another seven hours when she knew her father would discover them missing within five didn't make her feel any better. "What about Daddy?"
"Hopefully the bastard has a heart attack in his sleep," the elder Sheridan replied, knowing her sibling shared her sentiments. "He won't find out we're missing until at least five or five-thirty if we're lucky. There's no way he'll figure out where we are before our bus leaves at seven."
Trusting her older sister's words, Crystal relaxed and allowed herself to be led to the shadows where the girls rested on the cool grass near a chainlink fence. The young teen was glad Patty told her to wear a sweater as the night air took on a slight chill. The long walk was more than enough to exhaust the two teens and they fell asleep within minutes.
When Crystal woke it was to the harsh brightness of the morning sun and the sound of her sister's voice. "What time is it?" she grunted as she wiped the sleep out of her eyes.
"Six. The bus will be here within an hour. I don't have much money but I thought we could get something cheap at the diner over there." Crystal agreed, hoping more for the bathroom than food. For the first time in years the girl was happy, certain that an hour from now they'd be leaving the city and with it, the horror that was their father.