Alex Kava Bundle - Alex Kava [798]
“What happened?” he tried again. Before when he asked he caught a glimpse of Melanie’s eyes, enough to realize it was something bad. There was panic there. And there was panic in her short explosive steps. Her entire body seemed to move with a nervous energy that she didn’t quite have complete control over. “Did Jared do something?”
“No, I did,” Charlie said without blinking, finally settling on the Cartoon Network and a Road Runner and Wyle E. Coyote episode.
“What did you do, Charlie?” He asked it as softly as he could, keeping his own panic from his voice. He tried to ignore the phone cord digging into his wrists. He tried to avoid shifting to a more comfortable position, though he hadn’t found one yet. “Charlie, what is it you think you did?” he asked again, trying to duplicate the tone he imagined his friend Tommy Pakula would use, the one that got drug dealers and wife beaters to confess to him. “I’m sure it couldn’t have been anything to deserve the way Jared yelled at you.”
“No, I screwed up really, really bad.” He sounded like a little boy, more like a seven-year-old than a seventeen-year-old. His eyes never left Wyle E. Coyote who’d just blown himself up with a stack of dynamite. “I screwed up again. It’s all my fault.”
“Stop it!” Melanie’s voice made both Andrew and Charlie jump, though Charlie’s eyes still didn’t leave the TV screen. “I don’t want to hear it.” She didn’t miss a stride of her pacing.
“It’s not your fault, Charlie.” Andrew had nothing to lose. “All along you’ve only done what Jared told you to do. You did what Jared wanted you to. But you don’t have to do everything he says. You’re a good kid. I can tell. You want to do the right thing.” He noticed that Melanie had stopped and was now watching him. When she didn’t try to stop him, he continued, “You don’t have it in you to do the kind of stuff Jared does. You’re not like him, Charlie.” No response. Charlie didn’t even flinch. The Road Runner had just whizzed through one of Coyote’s barricades without a scratch and Charlie didn’t even blink.
Andrew looked up at Melanie, waiting until she met his eyes. He had her attention now. But did he have her anywhere close to being on his side? Was she strong enough to go against her brother? Would she see that she needed to choose between her brother and her son in order to save her son, if not herself? Andrew knew there was a bond between her and Charlie. He had witnessed the panic in her eyes earlier when she realized Charlie was gone, and seemed to be comforted only when she noticed his beat-up backpack hadn’t left with him. But was the bond between mother and son stronger than the bond between sister and brother?
“You know he’s going to kill me,” Andrew told her in that same soft voice, keeping out the emotion despite the lump that threatened to bring it on without warning. She didn’t look away and his eyes held hers. “Hasn’t there been enough killing already?” He couldn’t read her eyes. Couldn’t tell whether or not he was getting to her. “I can help you. Both you and Charlie. But it has to stop, Melanie. It has to stop now. Can you make it stop?”
It wasn’t Melanie who answered. It was Charlie with his knees up against his chest again, hugging them and rocking back and forth. “I couldn’t stop,” he said. “I screwed up bad, really bad. Jared said nobody can help me. I did it. I screwed up. I wasn’t supposed to do anything. I was supposed to wait. Just scare everybody and hold them up while Jared did what he had to do. I was supposed to just scare them. I screwed up.” It was like a floodgate had been opened, the words coming almost without him taking a breath