Page 16 of Deliver us from Evil

He cups my face in his hands, wiping a strand of hair from my cheeks with his thumb. “You look just like her. It’s uncanny.”

Is he talking about Mom? Where is she, anyway?

“Where’s Mom and Dad?” I should know the answer, but I don’t. Another memory that refuses to come when called.

His smile fades a little. “Don’t worry about them. We’ll get along just fine on our own.” He goes back to his side of the island.

I watch as he eats while my stomach grumbles quietly to itself. It probably means I’m hungry, but the thought of putting food in my mouth isn’t in the least appealing. There’s a soft pattering nearby, and I turn to look at the kitchen window. A gust of wind blows rain against the panes, smudging the world outside.

It’s difficult to tell the time of day with the sun hidden behind the clouds, but I’m sure it’s not breakfast time. Closer to midday, perhaps even past. And we’re all the way back in Redford, a trip that takes hours, but I don’t remember a single moment of it.

And then I do.

The bell tower. Gabriel has a needle. Apollo tries to stop him but he can’t. It hurts going in but then my fear, my resistance, it all melts away into warm, cotton candy nothingness.

After that, there’s only bits and pieces floating around in my head.

A long car drive tainted with the stink of cigarette smoke.

Stopping in front of my old house.

The overwhelming conviction that everything was right with the world, and I was exactly where I belonged.

“What did you give me?” I ask him. Not angry, not even scared.

Gabriel studies me over the brim of his coffee cup for a moment, and then takes a small sip before setting it down.

“Heroin,” he says. Then he gives me a small, secretive little smile. “You’ll love it. Your mother did.”

* * *

“You must be getting cold,”Gabriel says as he starts washing his breakfast plate in the sink. I’m still where he put me, and I have a feeling I’ll stay here until he decides to move me again.

“No,” I tell him, and quite truthfully. It feels like I’m wrapped in a thick, invisible cocoon. I don’t even feel air moving against my skin.

“Let me just finish up here, then we’ll go get you cleaned up and into something warm.”

He’s so nice. Always thinking of others.

“I loved them both, you know,” Gabriel says, turning to me as he flicks soapy water off his hands. “It probably sounds strange.” He smiles, laughs softly. “How can you possibly love two people?” Wiping his hands against his jeans, he deepens his smile as he comes closer. “But truly, I did.”

He holds out his hand.

I take it.

It’s still a little damp, but so warm. His grip is tight as he pulls at me, urging me to slip off the stool and follow him upstairs.

“We met at Saint Amos. Of course, back then, it was called Friends of Faith.” He clicks his tongue. “Horrible place. Horrible.” Sighs. “Better now, after the church took over. The new administration was a breath of fresh air.”

He opens the bathroom door, pulls me through, and lowers me onto the closed toilet seat. I sit there and watch as he turns on the tub’s faucet.

“Bubbles?” he asks, holding out a bottle of purple liquid.

I shrug a little. “Sure.”

He tips some in and bubbles boil up and start spreading like a plague.

“You probably think I’m a hopeless romantic.” Gabriel toes off his shoes and goes onto his knees on the carpet in front of the bath. He sticks a hand in the water, agitating it so more bubbles form. “But truly, I was in love. I believe we all were.” He pauses. “That’s why we named you Trinity. Because you wereourchild. All three of us.”

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