Page 24 of Envy

I made it.

A huge vegetable garden separates me from the house. I walk down one of the rows of greens, making sure I don’t step on any of them. To my left there’s a pen full of chickens that are strutting around, pecking at the grains that lay scattered on the ground. Next to that is another pen with pigs that have their heads bent into a trough where they’re all jostling for a place in front of it. I watch them in amazement. I’ve never been this close to animals before.

All of a sudden I hear a loud sob coming from the side of the house that cuts through the air. Even though I’ve never heard him cry, I know right away it’s Graham.

“Stop your sissy crying, you sinner.” I hear a man’s booming voice followed by another broken sob and then Graham pleading, “Please, stop.”

My heart stutters and then starts to race, its bearings loosening, and I’m afraid it’s going to jump out of my chest. I turn toward the side of the small house where the sound is coming from and start running.

Just as I round the corner, I stop dead in my tracks and suck in a big breath, so I can scream as loud as possible. But before I can, a hand covers my mouth and an arm goes around my waist and yanks me off my feet. Then, I’m being carried away from the house and back through the garden.

I start squirming, but the hand over my mouth only tightens over my lips, further muffling my protests. The arm around my waist only holds me tighter as I’m carried back toward the edge of the corn. I can’t move, and my kicking legs only make contact with the air as we get closer. As soon as we cross over it the hand around my mouth loosens, and I’m set on my feet.

I find myself staring up into the face of a woman who looks just like Graham. From her gray eyes with sparkling flecks that always remind me of grains of sugar, and the thick blonde hair that’s the same wheat color as Graham’s, to her wide, generous mouth. She must be his mother.

She bends down until we’re face-to-face and then whispers urgently, “I’ll move my hand if you promise not to scream. If you scream, you’ll make trouble for Graham. For all of us. Do you understand?” Her eyes are full of panic.

I nod my head. From what I saw, Graham has already found trouble, and I don?

?t want to do anything to make it worse. She looks into my eyes for a few seconds before she loosens, and then drops her hand. She stays bent, and her face comes even closer to mine. I don’t take my eyes off hers, and I don’t move as I wait for her to speak. Her eyes dart around us for a minute before they come back to mine.

“You need to leave. If his stepfather sees you or knows that Graham has been meeting you, he will kill Graham,” she says still whispering.

Her eyes don’t stay on me as she talks. They dart all around us as she watches the corn. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small envelope. She holds it in front of my face.

“When you get back to wherever you came from, you have to mail this for me. Don’t show it to anyone. Don’t open it. Just hold onto it until you can drop it into a mailbox. If you want Graham to live, you will do exactly what I’ve asked, and you won’t tell anyone that you came here yourself. Okay?” She stuffs it into my hand and then holds my hand in hers for a few minutes.

“Okay,” I whisper, my heart full of terror at the thought that Graham could die.

Her eyes fill with tears, and she traces the curve of my cheek with one of her fingers for a few minutes before she whispers, “I wish I could keep you.”

I take a step back. Maman always warned me about people who steal children. She doesn’t look like she’s dangerous. She just looks so sad. I don’t understand any of this. My eyes dart over her shoulder, and I wish I could go back and see him just one more time.

I look back at her. “Will you tell Graham I came?” I ask her.

She puts a finger to my lips to quiet me but nods yes.

She puts her hands on my shoulders and then turns me around so I’m facing the direction I’d come from.

“Run,” she whispers in my ear and then with a light shove, sends me stumbling down the path.

I look over my shoulder and see she’s gone. And only then do I start running.

My chest is tight with panic as I clutch her letter in my hands. I’m afraid to stop. But, it feels so wrong to leave Graham there. My stomach hurts as images of what I’d just seen flash in front of my eyes, and they fill with tears.

Blinded by my tears, I trip and land on my hands and knees. I squeeze my eyes shut and his stepfather’s face swims in my vision. His face had been so angry. He didn’t look anything like Graham. Except for how big he was.

He had been tied to a post in the front of his house. His back was to me so I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was crying. I could hear it. His hair had been shaved, blood ran down the back of his bald scalp and trickled onto his neck and shoulders. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his back had been covered in long welts. Most of them were bleeding.

Oh, my Grahamstar.

My stomach jumps in my gut before I throw up. When I’m done, I wipe my eyes and stand up. I find the envelope she’d given me lying to my left, and I shove it into the front pocket of my overalls.

I feel a scream welling in my chest and put a hand over my mouth while I run.

When I get to the fence, I turn around and stare at the trees.

I want to go back, but I know that if I do, it’ll only make things worse for him.

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