Itâs amazing how much I can learn just by keeping my mouth shut.
Avril and Brian are brother and sister.
Avril is married, yet I somehow still talked her into some sort of jacked-up relationship. And itâs fairly new, which I didnât expect. It also seems odd that I would have gone to her for comfort, knowing Charlie and Brian were together.
Based on what Iâve learned of Silasâor myselfâI donât see me wanting to be with anyone but Charlie.
Revenge? Maybe I was just using Avril to get information on Charlie and Brian.
I spend the next ten minutes contemplating what Iâve learned as I make my way around the campus in search of the athletic department. Everything looks the same: faces, buildings, stupid motivational posters. I finally give up and duck into an empty classroom. I take a seat at a table along the back wall and unzip the backpack filled with my past. I pull out the journals and a few letters, organizing them by date. The majority of the letters are between Charlie and myself, but some of them are from her father, written to her from prison. This makes me sad. There are a few from random peopleâfriends of hers, Iâm assuming. Their notes to her annoy me, filled with shallow, teenage angst and bad spelling. I toss them aside, frustrated. I have a feeling whatever is going on with us has little to do with anyone else.
I grab one of the letters Charlieâs father wrote to her and read it first.
Dear Peanut,
You remember why I call you that, right? You were so small when you were born. Iâd never held a baby before you, and I remember saying to Mom, âSheâs tiny, just like a little human peanut!â
I miss you, baby girl. I know this must be hard for you. Be strong for your sister and your mom. Theyâre not like us, and theyâll need you to figure things out for them for a while. Until I come home. Trust me, Iâm working hard to get home to you guys. In the meantime, Iâve been doing a lot of reading. I even read that book you liked so much. The one with the apple on the cover. Wow! That Edward isâ¦how did you put itâ¦dreamy?
Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about something important. So please listen to me. I know youâve known Silas for a very long time. Heâs a good boy. I donât blame him for what his father did. But you have to stay away from that family, Charlize. I donât trust them. I wish I could explain everything, and I will one day. But please, stay away from the Nashes. Silas is just a pawn in his fatherâs game. Iâm afraid theyâll use you to get to me. Promise me, Charlize, that youâll stay away from them. I told Mom to use the money in the other account to get by for a while. If you have to, sell her rings. She wonât want to, but do it anyway.
I love you,
Dad
I read the letter twice to make sure I donât miss anything. Whatever happened between my father and her father was serious. The man is in prison, and from reading the letter, he doesnât think his sentence is justified. It makes me wonder if my father is really to blame.
I place the letter in a new pile to keep it separate. If I keep all the letters that could mean something in their own pile, then if we lose our memories again, we wonât have to waste time reading letters that serve no purpose.
I open up another letter that looks like itâs been read a hundred times.
Dear Charlie baby,
You get really angry when youâre hungry. You get hangry. Itâs like youâre not even the same person. Can we keep granola bars in your purse or something? Itâs just that I worry about my balls. The guys are starting to say Iâm whipped. And I know what it looks like. I ran like young buck to get you a bucket of chicken yesterday and missed the best part of the game. I missed seeing the greatest comeback in the history of football. All because Iâm scaredâso in love with you. Maybe I am whipped. You looked really sexy with all that chicken grease on your face. Ripping the meat away with your teeth like a savage. God. I just want to marry you.
Never Never
Silas
I can feel a smile begin to form on my face, and I immediately shake it away. The fact that this girl is somewhere out there and has no idea who or where she is leaves no room for smiles. I grab another letter, this time wanting to read something from her to me.
Dear Silas baby,
Best. Concert. Ever. You may be cuter than Harry Styles, especially when you do that shoulder move and pretend youâre smoking a cigar. Thank you for locking us in a broom closet and then keeping your promise. I REALLY liked the broom closet. I hope we can replicate it in our house one day. Just go in there and make out while the kids nap. Except with snacks, becauseâ¦hangry. Speaking of food, I have to go because the kids Iâm babysitting are dumping a jar of pickles down the toilet. Oops! Maybe we should just have a dog.
Never Never,
Charlie
I like her. I even kind of like myself with her.
A dull ache begins to make its way across my chest. I rub it while staring at her handwriting. Itâs familiar.
Itâs sadness. I remember what it feels like to be sad.
I read another letter from me to her, hoping to gain more insight into my personality.
Charlie baby,
I missed you today more than Iâve ever missed you. It was a hard day. Itâs been a hard summer, actually. The upcoming trial coupled with not being allowed to see you has officially made this the worst year of my life.
And to think it started out so good.
Remember that night I snuck in your window? I remember it vividly, but that might be because I still have it on video and I watch it every single night. But I know that whether or not I had it on video at all, Iâd still remember every detail of it. It was the first time we ever spent the night together as a couple, even though I wasnât actually supposed to be spending the night.
But waking up and seeing the sun shining through the window and across your face made it feel like a dream. Like this girl I had been holding in my arms for the past six hours wasnât real. Because life couldnât possibly feel as perfect and as carefree as it did in that moment.
I know you sometimes give me a hard time about how much I loved that night, but I think itâs because I never really told you why.
After you fell asleep, I moved the video camera closer to us. I wrapped my arms around you and listened to you breathe until I fell asleep.
Sometimes when I have trouble sleeping, Iâll play that video.
I know thatâs weird, but thatâs what you love about me. You love how much I love you. Because yes. I love you way too much. More than anyone deserves to be loved. But I canât help it. You make normal love hard. You make me psycho-love you.
One of these days all of this mess will pass. Our families will forget how much theyâve hurt each other. Theyâll see the bond we continue to have and theyâll be forced to accept it.
Until then, never lose hope. Never stop loving me. Never forget.
Never Never,
Silas.
I squeeze my eyes shut and release a slow breath. How is it possible to miss someone you canât remember?
I set the letters aside and begin to sift through Charlieâs journals. I need to find the ones surrounding the events with our fathers. It seems to have been the catalyst in our relationship. I grab one and open it up to a random page.
I hate Annika. Oh my god, sheâs so stupid.
I flip to a different page. I kind of hate Annika too, but thatâs not important right now.
Silas baked me a cake for my birthday. It was awful. I think he forgot the eggs. But it was the most beautiful chocolate failure Iâve ever seen. I was so happy that I didnât even make a gag face when I ate a slice. But, oh god, it was so bad. Best boyfriend ever.
I want to keep reading that one, but I donât. What type of idiot forgets the eggs? I flip a few pages forward.
They took my dad today. I sit up straighter.
They took my dad today. I donât feel anything. Will the feelings come? Or maybe I feel everything. All I can do is sit here and stare at the wall. I feel so helpless, like I should be doing something. Everything has changed, and my chest hurts. Silas keeps coming to the house, but I donât want to see him. I donât want to see anyone. Itâs not fair. Why have kids if youâre just going to do stupid shit and leave them? Dad says itâs all a misunderstanding and that the truth will come out, but Mom hasnât stopped crying. And we canât use any of our credit cards, because everything has been frozen. The phone wonât stop ringing, and Janette is sitting on her bed, sucking her thumb like when she was little. I just want to die. I hate whoever did this to my family. I canât evenâ
I flip a few pages forward.
We have to move out of our house. Dadâs lawyer told us today. The court is seizing it to pay off his debt. I only know this because I was listening outside of the office door when he told Mom. As soon as he left, she locked herself in her bedroom and hasnât come out in two days. We have to be out of our house in five. I started packing some of our stuff, but Iâm not even sure what weâre allowed to keep. Or where we are supposed to go. My hair started falling out about a week ago. In big chunks when I brush it and when Iâm in the shower. And yesterday, Janette got in trouble at school for scratching a girl on the face when she made fun of the fact our dad is in prison.
I have a couple thousand dollars in my savings account, but seriously, who is going to rent me an apartment? I donât know what to do. I still havenât seen Silas, but he comes every day. I make Janette tell him to go away. Iâm so embarrassed. Everyone is talking about us, even my friends. Annika accidentally included me in a group text where they were sending each other prison memes. Come to think of it, I donât think it was an accident. Sheâd love to get her claws into Silas. Nowâs her chance. As soon as he realizes what an embarrassment my family has become, he wonât want anything to do with me.
Ugh. Was that the type of person I was? Why did she think that? I would neverâ¦I donât think I would everâ¦
Would Iâ¦? I close the journal and rub my forehead. Iâm getting a headache, and I donât feel any closer to figuring this out. I decide to read one more page.
I miss my house. Itâs not my house anymore, so can I still say that? I miss what used to be my house. Sometimes I go there, just stand across the street, and remember. I donât even know if life was so great pre-Dad in prison, or if I was just living in a luxurious bubble. At least I didnât feel like this. Like some loser. All Mom does is drink. She doesnât even care about us anymore. And you have to wonder if she ever did, or if we were just fixtures in her glamorous life, Janette and me. Because she only cares about the way she feels now.
I feel bad for Janette. I at least had a real life, with real parents. Sheâs still little. Itâs going to mess her up because sheâs not even going to know what itâs like to have a whole family. Sheâs so mad all the time. I am too. Yesterday I made fun of this kid until he cried. It felt good. It felt bad too. But like Daddy said, as long as Iâm meaner than they are, they canât touch me. Iâll just beat them down until they leave me alone.
I saw Silas for a little bit after school. He took me for a burger and then drove me home. It was the first time heâd seen the shit pit weâre living in now. I could see the shock on his face. He dropped me off, and then an hour later I heard a mower outside. He went home and picked up a mower and some tools to fix the place up. I wanted to love him for it, but it just embarrassed me.
He pretends he doesnât care about how much my life has changed, but I know he does. He has to. Iâm not what I used to be.
My dad has been writing to me. Heâs said some things, but I donât know what to believe anymore. If heâs rightâ¦I donât even want to think about it.
I look through the letters from her father. Which one is she talking about? Then I see it. My stomach churns.
Dear Charlize,
I spoke to your mother yesterday. She said you were still seeing Silas. Iâm disappointed. I warned you about his family. His father is the reason Iâm in prison, yet you continue to love him. Do you realize how much that hurts me?
I know you think you know him, but heâs no different from his father. Theyâre a family of snakes. Charlize, please understand that Iâm not trying to hurt you. I want to keep you safe from those people, and here I am, locked up behind these bars, unable to take care of my own family. A warning is really all I can give you, and I hope that you heed my words.
We lost everythingâour house, our reputation, our family. And they still have everything that was theirs as well as everything that was ours. Itâs not right. Please, stay away from them. Look what they did to me. To all of us.
Please tell your sister that I love her.
Dad
I feel sympathy for Charlie after reading the letter. A girl torn between a boy who obviously loved her and a father who manipulated her.
I need to visit her father. I find a pen and write down the return address from the letters heâs sent to her. I pull out my phone and Google it. The prison is a good two-and-a-half-hour drive from New Orleans.
Two and a half hours one way is a lot of wasted time when I only have forty-eight hours total. And it feels like Iâve already wasted a lot of that. I make a note of visiting hours and decide if I havenât found Charlie by tomorrow morning, Iâll be paying her father a visit. Based on the letters I just read, Charlie is closer to her father than anyone. Well, besides the old Silas. And if I donât have a clue where she is, her father is probably one of the few who might. I wonder if he would even agree to meet with me.
I flinch in my seat when the final bell rings, signaling the end of school. I keep the letters separated and put them all neatly inside the backpack. Itâs the last class period, and Iâm hoping The Shrimp will be where I asked her to be.