Authors: Derrolyn Anderson
“There’s our hilltop,” she said, pointing to the lookout spot he’d taken her the night before.
He liked the way she said, “our”, noticing the scars on her outstretched forearm. He took her wrist, feeling the twin ridges with his fingertips; on an impulse, he bent to kiss them, running his lips down the length of each raised line.
Calvin felt her respond, quivering like the rabbit he’d once brought home from elementary school for the weekend. He remembered his mother demonstrating how to be patient with it, coaxing it out of the hutch with a carrot and a gentle voice. He put her arm down, twining his fingers through hers.
When he finally looked back into Caledonia’s colorful eyes, he was surprised to see her regarding him gravely. Other girls he knew would be all over him at this point, but she wasn’t like any of the other girls he knew. Hell, he thought, she wasn’t like anyone else at all.
Everyone saw Calvin as a carefree rebel, but he didn’t feel like he had to act like anything when he was with her. Her gaze reached deep down inside of him, and it was like she could see past his tattoos and don’t-give-a-damn attitude to the person he was trying to hide. Surprisingly, it didn’t bother him at all. It felt good.
The ride surged forward again, sending them spinning around in another revolution.
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Chapter Ten – ALL SEWN UP
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By the time they got back to Calvin’s place his fate was sealed. He would have said or done anything to spend some more time with her. The golden sun was sinking low in the sky, reflecting in her blue and green eyes when she climbed from the back of his bike to face him.
She handed him the helmet, “I had a really good time. Thank you.”
“Why don’t you stay and hang out for a while?” he asked.
Caledonia glanced down the length of the driveway, noticing a half a dozen bikes parked alongside a pink convertible and a big red pickup truck. She looked back up with worried eyes that pierced into his heart, “I don’t think I should.”
“Why not?” he asked. She scrutinized him like she was deciding something, and once again, he felt like she could see straight through him. He abandoned all of his pride, something he’d never done for any other girl before. “Please don’t go… Please?”
As wary as Caledonia was, there was no denying that the more time she spent with Calvin, the more she liked him. She could see his feelings growing stronger and stronger, and it scared her that she liked it.
The girls he kissed all glowed with the same passionate colors he was vibrating with, but she wasn’t about to open her fragile heart to him like they did; she couldn’t bear to have it smashed again. She feared heartbreak much more than she feared loneliness.
His golden curiosity was stronger than ever, but she knew that once it was satisfied, the boredom he displayed with other girls would appear. She knew she would be left disappointed, and eventually, completely alone once more. She was starting to like having him for a friend.
She pressed her lips together. Her aunt would still be working, and she could use a place to be until Phil turned in. At least that’s what she told herself.
“Okay,” she said, taking a chance.
Caledonia walked into the house behind him, finding Jarod and Crystal laughing and drinking around the card table with a motley-looking group of tattooed leather-clad men and heavily made up girls. There were stacks of chips in front of each player, and they barely looked up, scowling at the cards fanned out in their hands.
“Cal!” Crystal squealed, waving. “There’s someone here who’s been dying to see you!” She gestured to a blonde haired girl before she spotted Caledonia, “Oh… Hi there.”
Caledonia recognized the girl she’d seen sitting on Calvin’s lap, and stopped in her tracks, immediately regretting her decision to come in. If it was possible, the girl had an even shorter skirt on than before. She tossed her long straight hair, looking Caledonia over and deeming her insignificant.
She smiled confidently at Calvin, “Hey Cal, how’s it going?”
“Good,” he nodded, reaching behind him and clamping onto Caledonia’s hand before she could back out the door. He pulled her closer to him, and short skirt girl’s eyebrows hitched up a little.
Jarod stepped forward with a smile. He had a beer in his hand and a loopy grin on his handsome face. He saw Caledonia and lit up, “Hey everyone! This is the chick that saved Rufus’ life! You guys hungry? I’m ‘bout to grill some steaks…”
Crystal jumped in, telling her friend, “Her name’s Cal too… Isn’t that cute?”
“Adorable,” the blonde said, simmering a resentful olive green.
“You can call us when it’s time,” Calvin said to Jarod, pulling Caledonia down the hall to his room. When she stepped inside it looked different. She could see he’d made the bed and tidied up the room; it occurred to her that he’d been planning to take her there. She looked at him suspiciously.
“Have a seat,” he said, gesturing towards the bed.
She stood there for a moment, finally perching uneasily on the edge.
He felt awkward too; unaccustomed to being nervous around a girl. All at once he was at a loss for words. He sat down a safe distance from her.
Caledonia was both blessed and cursed with the ability to see how people really felt, and she realized that this ability could spare her heartache as well as be the cause of it. She couldn’t be lulled into a false sense of security, she thought, because she could never be deceived. She remembered her parent’s deep, calm love for one another, and decided she would settle for nothing less. She tried to ignore all of the intense colors he was throwing her way.
“Do you like steak?” he asked.
“I don’t know. What kind?”
He looked puzzled, “Just the regular kind I guess.”
“I guess so,” she said, looking down at her hands. She could barely stand looking straight at him now, afraid of getting engulfed in his warm red glow.
“So… What do you like to do? I mean, what kinds of stuff are you into?” he asked.
“I like to read,” she said.
They were quiet for a minute, and then they looked up at each other simultaneously.
She smiled first, and before too long they were both laughing despite themselves. The colors around them lightened to a pretty pastel.
“So, you never went anywhere your whole life?” he asked, falling backwards.
“Yes,” she replied, looking down at him. “I mean… no.”
“Is that why you’re so weird?” he smiled.
“I guess so,” she lowered herself too, propping up on one elbow. “What’s your excuse?”
They laughed again, and he crossed his arms behind his head.
“What’s that for?” she asked him, pointing to the black tribal tattoo design that curved around his bicep and disappeared under his T-shirt. He pulled the sleeve up to reveal more of it, looking down at his shoulder.
“I don’t know… I turned eighteen and we were drinking… I was at this tattoo parlor with Jarod, and he thought we should get one for our mom… We were looking at a bunch of pictures and I just thought it would look good …” his voice trailed off, and he looked up into her eyes, trying to gauge her reaction.
She reached over and touched his arm with her index finger, tracing the designs.
“Did it hurt?” she asked.
He couldn’t talk for a few seconds, overwhelmed by the sensation of her finger trailing across his skin. He never wanted her to stop.
“Yeah,” his voice was husky, “It did. But I kind of liked it… at the time.”
“Because you were sad,” she said.
He was stunned, marveling at the way she seemed to know everything about him. He finally nodded, his voice rough with emotion, “Yeah... I guess I was.”
She sighed, “Life leaves marks on us.”
There was a loud shriek that made them both sit bolt upright on the bed. Crystal came bursting through the door in a panic.
“Help! Oh my God! Cal!” she screeched hysterically. “Jarod just cut himself real bad, but he won’t let anyone see! We gotta get him to the hospital!”
Calvin jumped up and rushed down the hall with Crystal following him, crying and blubbering hysterically. Caledonia trailed behind, peeking around the corner of the hallway to find everyone gathered in the kitchen around a belligerently drunken Jarod. He was standing with a towel wrapped around his hand; a butcher knife lay discarded on the blood spattered counter.
“Make him listen!” Crystal sobbed, “He needs a doctor.”
“Shut up woman!” Jarod snapped at her, “I ain’t goin’ to no hospital!”
“What happened?” Calvin asked, trying to get his brother to show him his hand. He took Jarod by the shoulders and steered him over to sit down at the card table. Jarod’s friends all backed away.
“Uhm… I gotta be taking off man,” a burly looking biker said, clearly rattled at the sight of blood. Jarod’s friends started to mill about uncomfortably, and the crowd began to thin as one by one they slipped out the door.
“Let’s party! Gimme another beer,” Jarod growled at his girlfriend. Crystal handed him a bottle and stood wringing her hands. The last few guests slunk out of the door, leaving three of them standing around watching Jarod drink defiantly.
“How bad is it?” Calvin asked his brother, prompting Jarod to draw his hand back protectively.
“S’nothing,” he said.
Calvin didn’t know what to do, and stood there helplessly. Caledonia could see how scared he was, and her heart went out to him.
She stepped forward, addressing Jarod, “May I see it?”
He looked up at her with bleary eyes, taking a swig of his beer. She directed a strong, calming blast of blue his way and his shoulders slumped, “Okay.” Calvin watched in amazement as Jarod offered his hand submissively.
Caledonia unwrapped the towel, wiping fresh blood from a long gash across his index finger. She inspected it carefully, bending the finger to check the tendons. She lifted his arm up over his head.
“You need to elevate it above your heart,” she told him firmly. “It should stop bleeding in ten minutes or so.”
Crystal came closer, but shied away from looking at the wound, asking Caledonia, “Is he gonna be okay?”
“Yes, but it’s going to need a few sutures,” she replied.
“Can you take him to the emergency room on your bike?” Crystal asked Calvin.
“It’s fine. I’m not going anywhere,” Jarod dug in his heels.
“But you need a doctor!” Crystal wailed.
“I can sew it up if you want,” Caledonia offered.
Calvin and Crystal just stared at her.
“Do you have a needle and thread?” Caledonia asked, perching on the edge of the pool table and concentrating on wiping around the cut as the bleeding slowed.
“Are you serious?” Calvin asked, “Have you ever done it before?”
She looked up at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Of course, lots of times. Sometimes my dad hurt himself chopping wood. I’m going to need some alcohol– Do you have any whiskey?”
Crystal looked at her with wide eyes, “You need to be drunk first?”
Caledonia burst out laughing, and Calvin couldn’t help but join in. Jarod started laughing too, and the last bit of fear wafted out of the room. Calvin shrugged, and went to gather the supplies.
Caledonia turned to Crystal with an apologetic smile, explaining, “I only need it to clean the wound.”
Calvin brought out a little sewing kit in a box shaped like a heart, plunking it down on the table alongside a fifth of Jack Daniels and a roll of paper towels.
“This is going to sting, so don’t be a baby,” Caledonia told Jarod sternly. She looked directly into his eyes and sent him another tranquilizing blast of lavender blue just in case, watching him slump in his chair. She found Jarod as easy to manipulate as an animal, and wondered if it was because he was drunk.
She sterilized a needle and thread with the alcohol and cleaned the skin thoroughly, lining up the edges of the cut and putting in the first stitch. Jarod flinched when she pierced the skin the first time.
“You’re doing great,” she said reassuringly, patting his wrist.
Calvin winced, watching her work, “How did you learn to do that?”
“My dad showed me,” she said. “I helped tie off the stitches on my arm. That took a
whole
lot longer than this will.”
“Whoa… They did that at home…” Calvin said quietly.
Caledonia’s scars bore testament to much, much, worse wounds than the one she was working on, and he had a hard time imagining her enduring such pain. It made his heart hurt to think about it.
Jarod took one look at her arm and blanched, “Whoa! You’re a real badass.”
She paused, looking to Calvin for a translation.
“He means you’re tougher than you look,” he explained.
“Oh,” she said, getting back to work, “Thanks… I guess. Do you have some antibiotic ointment to put on this when I’m done?”
“No, but I can run to the store,” said Calvin. He got up to go, pausing at the threshold, “Wait for me, okay?”
She nodded, “Okay.”
There was an awkward silence when Calvin left, and Caledonia put in the last two stitches to the sounds of Crystal cleaning up the kitchen.