My Favorite Mistake(60)

“Is that what you’ve been doing when you’re supposed to be working?”

“Partly. There’s a recording studio in Bangor that rents out by the hour. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while, but I finally found a reason to do it.”

I reached for his hand and kissed the back of it. Words couldn’t really express how I felt.

“So you want to hear more?”

“How much more is there?”

“Plenty. I picked songs that made me think of you.”

“Uh oh.” I imagined all the possibilities, shuddering.

“Hit play and find out,” he said, his voice daring me. I accepted that challenge.

The second song was I Won’t Give Up by Jason Mraz, followed by She’s So Mean by Matchbox 20. That one made me laugh. The rest of the songs were an eclectic mix: some pop, some country, some folk. From Rhianna’s Umbrella to Tip of My Tongue by The Civil Wars to Ours by Taylor Swift.

“This is the last song,” he said as he turned onto the Waterville exit.

It was the song he’d written for me. He’d slowed it down and changed some of the lyrics so they were sweeter. The song ended as he pulled into the courthouse parking lot. What timing. The playlist didn’t end, and Hunter’s voice came on, minus the guitar.

“I love you, Missy girl. Even if I can’t be with you, know that I’m here. So, that’s it. More than the stars, Taylor. More than the stars.”

“More than the stars,” I said, leaning over and giving him a kiss.

It was time to face the darkness.





Twenty-Nine





We beat Tawny to the hearing, but my mom was there. She grabbed me and pulled me into a hug before I could even say anything.

“Thank you for coming, Hunter. You don’t know how good it makes me feel to know that she has someone to support her when I can’t be there.”

“Thank you, Blaire.”

Mom checked her watch. “I swear, your sister would be late to her own funeral.” Two seconds later, Tawny came dashing in, hopping on one foot so she could adjust her heel that had slipped off.

“I’m here, I’m here. You all know I’m always late.”

“We do,” Mom and I said.

There were other people milling around, and I saw Mr. Woodward. There was a man talking with him, and I clutched Hunter’s hand tighter.

“Mom? Did you invite him?”

“Your father has every right to be here, Kid.”

Dad looked up and met my eyes. I hadn’t seen him in almost a year. He looked older, wearier. I found my features in his face, and it was shocking how much I looked like him. I’d never noticed how much.

“That’s your dad?” Hunter whispered in my ear.

“Yeah.”

“You have his nose.”

“I’m aware.”

Dad walked over slowly, as if he couldn’t believe I was here. He was all dressed up in a snappy suit. I hadn’t seen him in a suit in years and years.

“Hey, Kid.”

“Hey, Dad.” He was the first one in our family to start calling me that. Hunter tried to let go of my hand, but I wouldn’t let him.

“You look so grown up.”

“Yeah, that’s bound to happen.”

“How are you? I’ve tried calling, but —“ he shrugged.

“I’ve been busy with school and stuff.”

“Hey, Dad,” Tawny said, coming and giving him a hug. They had a much closer relationship and talked on a regular basis.

“Hey, Tawn. You doing okay?”

“I just want to get this over with.”

“You’re going to do great. Both of you.” He looked back at me, and I saw his eyes flick over Hunter. Damn, I was going to have to introduce them.

“Dad, this is Hunter. Hunter, Dad.”

They shook hands and exchanged the normal dad-meets-boyfriend stuff. It was about to get awkward when Mr. Woodward said they were going to seat us.

“More than the stars,” Hunter said, giving me a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll be waiting. Give him hell.”

“I will.”

Our hands parted and I had to turn to walk away from him. I took one last look over my shoulder, holding up the necklace he’d given me to show him that he was coming with me, even if he couldn’t physically be there.

Walking into the courthouse was like stepping through the looking glass into another space and time. I felt twelve again, only that time I’d been holding my mother’s hand in one of mine and my father’s in the other.

Tawny walked behind me this time, Mom in front and Dad bringing up the rear.

The wooden benches were the same; the long, tall frosted windows were the same. The creak in the ancient floor was the same.

I saw Travis’ mother, brother and stepfather already seated on his side of the courtroom, along with a girl I didn’t recognize. His lawyer was there, but not Travis. Five people were seated in the jury box, so that must be the parole board.

There were other people there, and I assumed they were also part of the proceedings. A gentle hum of talking filled the room, but it might as well have been yelling. Tawny had to poke at me to get me to keep walking.

I sat down on the wooden bench that had probably supported thousands of butts in its lifetime. I tried to think, but my head was blank. Tawny sat next to me, and took my hand, digging her nail into my palm.

“Hey,” she said.

“I’m here.”

“Good. He’s nothing. He can’t hurt you, or me. He’s never going to hurt anyone again, understand? You just have to tell them our story.”

“Okay.”

A side door opened and Travis came in. I heard a sharp intake of breath from Tawny. Or maybe it was me.

The man who walked into the courtroom wasn’t the same teenage boy who had nearly raped me and my sister.

This man was older, thinner, and had a hollow, unhealthy look to him. He looked much dirtier, too. Travis had always been well-manscaped back then.

The warden announced that the hearing was about to start, and I braced myself. I knew it was going to be a long time before we were allowed to speak. Part of me wished they had let us sit outside, brought us in to speak and then took us out again.

Travis turned his head and looked at me. I met his eyes and held them. Well, one thing hadn’t changed. There was still nothing behind them. Just emptiness. The same emptiness I’d seen that night that felt like yesterday and thousands of years ago at once.

With that, I checked out of the courtroom. There were interviews with Travis’ family, with them talking about how he was sorry for what he had done, and he had a plan for his life and so forth. The strange girl turned out to be his girlfriend, who cried and carried on about God knows what. His lawyer spoke, and the superintendent of the prison spoke, and it was all talking, talking, talking.

I heard none of it.

I was thinking about waking up in Hunter’s arms. I was thinking about making wedding plans with Megan. I was thinking about dancing the night away with Darah and Renee. I was thinking about shopping with Tawny.

I filled my head with beautiful things so the ugly things were pushed aside.

And then, it was time for us to speak. Tawny went first, and I tuned back in to listen.

“I don’t have much to say, so I’m going to keep this short, but not sweet. I don’t do sweet. I haven’t done sweet since this… animal, tried to have his way with me, and then when my baby sister saw us and tried to help me, he went after her. This person — I don’t call him a man, because no man would ever do that to a woman — tried to rape me and then my baby sister. My baby sister. Think about that. He tried to rape a child. He doesn’t deserve to get out early, no matter what he tells you. He’s a proven liar and hasn’t taken responsibility for his actions. Travis,” she said, turning to stare directly at him, “from this day forward, for the rest of my life, I will never think of you again. You don’t deserve space in my mind. I’m going to forget you, because you deserve to be forgotten. What was your name again? Thank you.” She sat back down, and I could feel her shaking. I grabbed her hand and she gave me a little hug.

“Your turn, Kid. Knock ‘em dead.”

I got to my feet and nearly stumbled trying to make my way around everyone’s feet to get to the podium. Or was it a lectern? Stop it, brain.

I unfolded my paper and cleared my throat. The words swum in front of me and suddenly I couldn’t read. I reached down and took hold of Hunter’s necklace. I stared at each person on the parole board. Three women, two men. I had to make them understand.

More than the stars.

“When I was twelve, I was nearly raped by that man, Travis Moore. He told me he would kill me if I ever told. Well, I’m still alive, and I’m telling you now. Travis Moore tried to rape me, and my sister. While rape may not seem as serious a crime as murder, in a way he is a murderer. He killed the happy girl I once was.” I paused and pulled out a photograph of me, taken when I was twelve. I had a huge grin on my face as my dad tickled me. Mom had snapped it only a few months before it had happened.

“Do you see this girl? She’s gone. Travis killed her. When that girl died, a new one was born. An angry, bitter person who was afraid of every single man she ever saw. Afraid that around every corner an attacker lurked. Afraid to give my heart to anyone for fear that they would hurt me. I have spent countless hours in therapy and broken probably thousands of dollars of china, furniture and a computer because of that thing there. But you know what? I’m not afraid of you anymore. You don’t haunt my dreams.” I was shaking, but I turned to face Travis, just like Tawny.