Chapter 48
“Mowee! It’s my turn! Wet me swing!” says a little boy with dark, wavy hair and green eyes that
match my own.
“But you just had a turn!” a little version of me yells at him, not about to let him have a turn.
“That was hours ago! Dad says you have to share wif me,” he says, crossing his arms and pouting.
“Fine, you big baby,” I tell him and move so he can have a turn. He sticks himself through the hole
of the tire and kicks off, swinging back and forth, squealing with joy.
This isn’t fair, I think. I sneak up behind him, get a running start and jump on top of his back, pulling myself. through the tire with him.
“Mowee! It’s my turn! You have to wait,” he says, giggling.
“We can swing together, Andy” I tell him, giggling along.
“My name is Andrew, not Andy.”
“I like to call you Andy, though.”
“Fine, but only you, Mowee.” he tells me and we continue to swing together, squeezed into the tire. Sounds of giggling continue as Andy pushes us on the old tire swing hanging from the cedar tree.
I wake up to find my brother sitting right next to me, like he’d never left the spot.
“How long have I been asleep?” I ask him, worried that Seth isn’t back yet.
“Not too long,” he tells me. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m OK,” I lie to him and he sees right through me, like he always has.
“No you’re not,” he tells me. “How are you, really?”
I take a deep breath. He’s right, I’m not OK, but I’m not sure how to explain it. “I keep remembering
things, and they’re terrible. Just horrible. This was the first memory I’ve had that’s good,” I whisper
to him.
“Tell me about it. The good one,” he encourages me.
“It feels weird,” I tell him and he looks at me, puzzled. “It was a memory with one of my brothers. We were swinging on a tire swing.”
“You had brothers?” he asks me with a smile.
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“Yeah, I had three of them,” I tell him. “They were all older than me. Seth’s dad killed them.”
Clare
“Is this why you are struggling with Seth?” he asks me and I didn’t know he’d noticed. Maybe Seth
told him.
“Kind of,” I begin. “I woke up and remembered watching Peter shift and kill my oldest brother.”
“Molly, that’s terrible” he tells me and takes my hand in his.
“Yeah, it was,” I tell him. “Seth looks so much like his dad did in my memory. I just keep thinking
that Seth was raised by him. He’s taught him everything about how to be King.
I was hiding when I saw him kill my brother. Dad found me, but he lied to him and protected me.
Would Seth have lied if he’d found me?”
“Dad found you?” Robbie asks me, shocked. “He found you and lied… to the king?”
“Yeah,” I tell him, feeling tears coming again. “I think that’s why I always felt safe, from the moment
he found me in the woods. I didn’t remember him, but I knew I was safe.”
“I’m guessing there’s something you remembered to make you so mad at mom?” he asks.
I nod to him slowly. “I don’t want to talk about that.”
“OK, OK.” he says, putting his hands up defensively. “What else have you remembered that’s
wrecked you so badly?”
“When Daddy… Benjamin… when he found me and Jason after he’d been attacked. He yelled at me, and told me it was my fault.” I whisper to him, feeling my heart break. “I wasn’t old enough to really understand then, but it really hurts. I know it was my fault, but I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”
“How old were you?” he asks and I shake my head.
“I’m not sure. 4. Maybe 5.”
“Molly, nothing was your fault,” he says to me. “You were so small. There’s no possible way you could be blamed for any of it.”
“Benjamin did,” I tell him with a sniffle. “I don’t know why he was even happy to see me two days
ago.”
“Because it wasn’t your fault, Molls,” he says with a sympathetic smile. “It’s impossible to not love
you, you know that, right?”
My brother’s compliment makes me uncomfortable, there’s just been so much the past day and I need time. “I’m going to the bathroom,” I tell him, unceremoniously, awkwardly climbing over him and out of the bed. I look down at the giant flannel shirt I’m wearing. “Whose is this?”
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“Probably your mates,” he says with a roll of his eyes.
“No,” I tell him with a disgusted look on my face. “Seth would never wear this.”
I walk to the bathroom, hoping no one will notice me. I sit on the toilet and am hit with another
memory.
I’m so small, and I’m in the bathtub in this bathroom.
“More! More!” I exclaim.
“No, Molly. It’s enough water,” Lilly laughs at me.
“More!” I say, and the water tap turns on.
“Molly, no. That water is cold, and you have enough,” she says, turning it off.
“Want more!” I say, and the water comes back on.
“Molly!” she exclaims, turning the water off. “That is not how we use our magic,” she scolds, but with a proud smile on her face. “Your magic is strong. You’ll have to learn to control it.”
I look over to the empty bathtub in the room. I couldn’t have been more than 2 in that memory, if I was even that old. I turned on the water. I didn’t know a spell, I just knew how to. That’s amazing. Maybe if I just look at it and think hard I can… no. I stop myself. I don’t need to add any more to
my plate right now.
I stand and move to wash my hands, looking up at myself in the small mirror. Holy hell, Robbie
wasn’t joking. I do look like shit. My eyes are red and puffy, but they’re also bright green now- just like Benjamin’s, and my brother’s. My hair is a disaster, too. I’m guessing it’s tried to curl, maybe. Ugh, I just need a hair tie.
I go back to my bedroom and look around, finding a backpack on the floor that’s familiar and I look
inside, finding the dirty clothes that I’d worn 2 days ago,
“Turn around,” I tell Robbie and he moves so his back is facing me, while still sitting on the bed.
“Is the shirt really that bad?” he asks me and I nod, but realize he can’t see me.
“I just don’t want anything from any of them,” I start to tell him and sigh, frustrated with my own self. “I’m sure I’ll be past it eventually, but it’s just so much right now.” I finish getting dressed, pulling my shirt over my head and going to sit on the bed with my brother.
He moves so he can sit next to me, both our backs against the wall and our legs at the side,
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though his are hanging off.
“You’re right,” I tell him and he looks at me curiously. “I do look like shit.”
He laughs at me. “It’s been a pretty rough 24 hours for you. It’s understandable.”
“I don’t have a hair tie,” I tell him with a small giggle. “I think my hair is trying to curl.”
“It’s like a third world country out here,” Robbie says with a laugh, but reaches up and pulls his own hair down, handing me the tie from his hair. “Here, you clearly need it more.”
“Thanks,” I tell him, taking it from him and attempting to put my hair up into a messy bun or just anything. “I’m really glad I got you out of this whole shit show.” I tell him and he nods at me.
“I can’t believe I’ve actually been older all this time,” he says, nudging my arm and I lean over, placing my head against his arm.
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