Castles On The Sand Part 27

"It'll be okay, all right? It will," he says.

I try to inhale but instead a sob bursts from me. I tumble out of the chair to kneel with him on the floor and put my arms around his waist. I expect him to push me away, to recoil and reject me. Instead, he tucks my head under his chin and wraps his arms around me, strong and safe, just like he held his mother when she was scared. More sobs escape my mouth and I'm crying like a child, blubbering like a little girl with my face buried in his cotton s.h.i.+rt. He's all corded muscle and sinew, but his touch is gentle.

"Hey," he whispers. I feel him stroke my hair. "It's all right. It'll be okay."

And miraculously, I believe him. I nuzzle in closer. I've soaked the neckline of his s.h.i.+rt with tears and realize I'd better blow my nose.

He loosens his hold on me just enough for me to dig a tissue out of my pocket, then tightens it once more. "Thank you," I whisper.

His fingers touch my cheek.

"Is she all right?" That's Carson's voice, coming from the doorway.

"She'll be okay," says Alex.

I break out of his embrace and look up at Carson, who only says, "Well, okay. I'm gonna go back to Kailie."

"Carson?" I say.

"See you." He turns to leave.

Alex looks me in the eye, as if weighing what I decide to do next.

"How'd you know where to find me?" I ask through hiccupping sobs.

"I've been here before."

"So what happens now?"

"Sounds like they're going to take Kailie from her parents for the next little while and work out a safety plan before they give her back."

Kneeling on the floor feels a bit overdramatic now. I get back up into my chair.

He puts his hands on the armrests again. "CPS is going to investigate," he says. "They're going to maybe build a case against her parents. And the police might bring criminal charges."

"Really?"

"Sounds like it. You're safe right now. With these people. They aren't affected by the Pelican Bluffs Munic.i.p.al Council."

I never figured he was much for town politics, but maybe the Beales' absolute reign is known to everyone.

"It'll be okay," he says. "You did the right thing. You saved her life. The hard part is over, all right?" His eyes still on mine, he reaches for my hand.

"Well," comes Sonya's voice in the hallway.

Alex withdraws so that when she comes through the door, he's just kneeling beside me, one hand resting lightly on the armrest of my chair.

"Alex," she says. "This girl a friend of yours?"

"Yeah," he says.

"You talk!"

"Sometimes, yeah."

"Way to go, buddy. All right, I need to talk to Madison here."

"You want me to stay?" Alex asks, his gaze directed at me, not Sonya.

I nod.

He gets up and moves to the chair next to me. Sonya sits across from me and starts to ask questions. First she wants to know how I found Kailie, what let me know she might harm herself. Then she starts asking questions about the last few days and weeks. I tell her about the impromptu sleepover, the estranged sister one street over from me, the way she almost never has her phone, the weird punishment where here parents took her furniture. I tell her about the smear campaign, though I don't mention Alex's role. He doesn't even s.h.i.+ft his weight with discomfort. It's like he doesn't care. I guess when your mother sees ghosts, it takes a lot to rattle you.

I tell her about how my Facebook page got trashed and Kailie's partying ways. When she asks if Kailie is s.e.xually active, I admit that all I know is that she isn't a virgin. "We don't talk about that kind of stuff."

"Does she drink?"

"Yeah."

"Do drugs?"

"I don't-"

"Yeah," Alex cuts in. "Smokes weed, at least."

"And you know that how?" says Sonya.

"I've seen it." He doesn't bat an eye.

"And do you use drugs?" she asks him.

"People who use weed are 40% more likely to develop psychotic disorders, so no." He is totally deadpan when he says this, but I find myself choking back the urge to giggle. Get a grip, I think. This is not a funny moment.

"And you're on probation," she snaps.

"I'm more scared of psychosis."

"I would be too," I agree.

Sonya rolls her eyes and resumes questioning me. "Could Kailie be pregnant?"

"I don't know."

"Does she have any deep dark secrets that she doesn't dare tell anyone?"

"I don't know."

"How would her parents react to a teen pregnancy?"

"They disowned her sister over it."

"Howabout to her coming out as h.o.m.os.e.xual?"

"Her family's really religious," is all I can say.

"Which church?"

"Presbyterian? I think?"

"Could she be h.o.m.os.e.xual and if she is, would she hide it?"

I resist the urge to look at Alex. "I'm pretty sure she's not."

The shorter my answers get, the more general the questions become, until Sonya asks, "Do you know what drove her to suicide?"

"Feeling unloved," I say.

"You think her parents' punishments made her feel unloved?"

"She felt like not even they were on her side."

Sonya makes a few more notes on her tablet and folds the case shut. "All right. Thank you, and you can go see your friend, then get home and get a good night's sleep. Here's my card." She presses it into my hand. "Call me if you think there's anything else I should know."

I curl my fingers around it and nod as Alex and I get to our feet.

"Where's Kailie?" I ask.

"Here." Alex precedes me to the door. "Come, this way."

I follow him out the door and down the hall. Two turns later, we reach her, lying on a hospital bed in a little cubicle that can be curtained off, but the curtains are open. Her head is elevated and a heart monitor pings. Her wrists are clean and bandaged. She is still deathly pale and I'm so distracted by this that I don't notice the other Mormons standing nearby until LaDell clears her throat. They all look at me, wide-eyed.

"How'd you guys all get here?" I ask.

"Wednesday night," says Alex. "Mutual."

"Oh. Right."

"My dad called us from the restaurant," says Carson. "And we were at the chapel, so it wasn't a very long drive to get here.

I nod.

"You saved her life," says Wendy.

"I almost didn't."

"She lost one and a half units of blood," says Alex, "not enough to kill her. They'll probably do a transfusion, but she's okay. It just looks really bad poured out on the floor."

"I am not going to ask how you know what one and a half units of blood looks like poured out on the floor," I say.

"Well, your sense of humor's still intact at least."

"Sure. That's just so funny." My friend's eyes look sunken and her cheeks hollow. I remember all the food she scarfed down at my house and the burritos we ate this morning. "Where does she go after this?"

"Her family has seventy-two hours to find a relative to take custody of her, and if that doesn't happen, she'll be released to a foster family while CPS puts together a safety plan to reintegrate her with her family. They may make her parents take some cla.s.ses and things like that."

I hear frantic whispering and look to see LaDell saying something I can't hear to Carson. Everyone stares at Alex like he's a freak.

Just because he knows the child protection system so well. Of course he would.

"It'll be a long process," Alex continues. "Months. Did her dad really try to attack you?"

I nod.

Everyone gawks, except for Alex.

"Wow," whispers Carson.

"But if I go home now, when will I see her again?"

"Does she have her cellphone? Call it."

I do and her phone rings. It's on a table right by the bed.

Alex picks it up, looks it over, and sets it back down. "Should be fine. The nice ones sometimes get stolen, but that's a cheap one. The hospital number is on Sonya's card."

"Alex," says Wendy. "Since when did you talk this much?"

He shoots her an exasperated look. "I don't hear any of you helping out here."

Carson steps forward. "Madison, not to be mean, but you look like a wreck, and Mrs. Beale is gonna come out any moment to see Kailie. You should get home."

Alex puts his hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, I'll take her."

Carson opens his mouth to object, then looks at Alex, and holds up a hand in surrender. "You need anything," he says to me, "call."

"Yeah," I hear myself say. "Thanks."

Carson shakes his head, but doesn't say anything as we leave. We walk through the featureless hallways flooded with light, or at least that's how they look to me. I don't bother to focus my eyes, just rely on Alex to guide me. After what feel like random twists and turns, we emerge in the lobby, cross it, and step out the sliding gla.s.s doors into a soft rain and dusky light. The air is muggy. Only then do I take stock of where I am, which is a street I don't recognize at all. "Where are we?"

"Crescent City."

I look up at him in surprise. The ambulance drove much faster than I'd realized. "Oh, I thought we'd be in Sequoia Ridge."

"They don't do 24-hour emergency. They close at six." He turns me to face him. "You hungry?"

"No."

"Did you get dinner?"