Thursday, August 15, 2019
Part Five Chapter VIII
XIII Sukhvinder had been walking around Pagford longer than Samantha. She had left the Old Vicarage shortly after her mother had told her she must go to work, and since then had been wandering the streets, observing invisible exclusion zones around Church Row, Hope Street and the Square. She had nearly fifty pounds in her pocket, which represented her wages from the cafe and the party, and the razor blade. She had wanted to take her building society pass book, which resided in a little filing cabinet in her father's study, but Vikram had been at his desk. She had waited for a while at the bus stop where you could catch a bus into Yarvil, but then she had spotted Shirley and Lexie Mollison coming down the road, and dived out of sight. Gaia's betrayal had been brutal and unexpected. Pulling Fats Wall â⬠¦ he would drop Krystal now that he had Gaia. Any boy would drop any girl for Gaia, she knew that. But she could not bear to go to work and hear her one ally trying to tell her that Fats was all right, really. Her mobile buzzed. Gaia had already texted her twice. How pissed was I last nite? R u going 2 work? Nothing about Fats Wall. Nothing about snogging Sukhvinder's torturer. The new message said, R u OK? Sukhvinder put the mobile back into her pocket. She might walk towards Yarvil and catch a bus outside town, where nobody would see her. Her parents would not miss her until five thirty, when they expected her home from the cafe. A desperate plan formed as she walked, hot and tired: if she could find a place to stay that cost less than fifty pounds â⬠¦ all she wanted was to be alone and ply her razor blade. She was on the river road with the Orr flowing beside her. If she crossed the bridge, she would be able to take a back street all the way round to the start of the bypass. ââ¬ËRobbie! Robbie! Where are you?' It was Krystal Weedon, running up and down the river bank. Fats Wall was smoking, with one hand in his pocket, watching Krystal run. Sukhvinder took a sharp right onto the bridge, terrified that one of them might notice her. Krystal's yells were echoing off the rushing water. Sukhvinder caught sight of something in the river below. Her hands were already on the hot stone ledge before she had thought about what she was doing, and then she had hoisted herself onto the edge of the bridge; she yelled, ââ¬ËHe's in the river, Krys!' and dropped, feet first, into the water. Her leg was sliced open by a broken computer monitor as she was pulled under by the current. Part Five Chapter VIII VIII Samantha was driven from the spare room at last by her urgent need to pee. She drank cold water from the tap in the bathroom until she felt sick, gulped down two paracetamol from the cabinet over the sink, then took a shower. She dressed without looking at herself in the mirror. Through everything she did, she was alert for some noise that would indicate the whereabouts of Miles, but the house seemed to be silent. Perhaps, she thought, he had taken Lexie out somewhere, away from her drunken, lecherous, cradle-snatching mother â⬠¦ (ââ¬ËHe was in Lexie's class at school!' Miles had spat at her, once they were alone in their bedroom. She had waited for him to move away from the door, then wrenched it back open and run to the spare room.) Nausea and mortification came over her in waves. She wished she could forget, that she had blacked out, but she could still see the boy's face as she launched herself at him â⬠¦ she could remember the feel of his body pressed against her, so skinny, so young â⬠¦ If it had been Vikram Jawanda, there might have been some dignity in it â⬠¦ She had to get coffee. She could not stay in the bathroom for ever. But as she turned to open the door, she saw herself in the mirror, and her courage almost failed. Her face was puffy, her eyes hooded, the lines in her face etched more deeply by pressure and dehydration. Oh God, what must he have thought of me â⬠¦ Miles was sitting in the kitchen when she entered. She did not look at him, but crossed straight to the cupboard where the coffee was. Before she had touched the handle, he said, ââ¬ËI've got some here.' ââ¬ËThanks,' she muttered, and poured herself out a mug, avoiding eye contact. ââ¬ËI've sent Lexie over to Mum and Dad's,' said Miles. ââ¬ËWe need to talk.' Samantha sat down at the kitchen table. ââ¬ËGo on, then,' she said. ââ¬ËGo on ââ¬â is that all you can say?' ââ¬ËYou're the one who wants to talk.' ââ¬ËLast night,' said Miles, ââ¬Ëat my father's birthday party, I came to look for you, and I found you snogging a sixteen-year ââ¬â ââ¬Ë ââ¬ËSixteen-year-old, yes,' said Samantha. ââ¬ËLegal. One good thing.' He stared at her, appalled. ââ¬ËYou think this is funny? If you'd found me so drunk that I didn't even realize ââ¬â ââ¬Ë ââ¬ËI did realize,' said Samantha. She refused to be Shirley, to cover everything up with a frilly little tablecloth of polite fiction. She wanted to be honest, and she wanted to penetrate that thick coating of complacency through which she no longer recognized a young man she had loved. ââ¬ËYou did realize ââ¬â what?' said Miles. He had so plainly expected embarrassment and contrition that she almost laughed. ââ¬ËI did realize that I was kissing him,' she said. He stared at her, and her courage seeped away, because she knew what he was going to say next. ââ¬ËAnd if Lexie had walked in?' Samantha had no answer to that. The thought of Lexie knowing what had happened made her want to run away and not come back ââ¬â and what if the boy told her? They had been at school together. She had forgotten what Pagford was like â⬠¦ ââ¬ËWhat the hell's going on with you?' asked Miles. ââ¬ËI'm â⬠¦ unhappy,' said Samantha. ââ¬ËWhy?' asked Miles, but then he added quickly, ââ¬ËIs it the shop? Is it that?' ââ¬ËA bit,' said Samantha. ââ¬ËBut I hate living in Pagford. I hate living on top of your parents. And sometimes,' she said slowly, ââ¬ËI hate waking up next to you.' She thought he might get angry, but instead he asked, quite calmly, ââ¬ËAre you saying you don't love me any more?' ââ¬ËI don't know,' said Samantha. ââ¬ËMaybe he'll be the first of many!' yelled Samantha, getting up from the table and slamming her mug down in the sink; the handle came off in her hand. ââ¬ËDon't you get it, Miles? I've had enough! I hate our fucking life and I hate your fucking parents ââ¬â ââ¬Ë ââ¬Ë ââ¬â you don't mind them paying for the girls' education ââ¬â ââ¬Ë ââ¬Ë ââ¬â I hate you turning into your father in front of me ââ¬â ââ¬Ë ââ¬Ë ââ¬â absolute bollocks, you just don't like me being happy when you're not ââ¬â ââ¬Ë ââ¬Ë ââ¬â whereas my darling husband doesn't give a shit how I feel ââ¬â ââ¬Ë ââ¬Ë ââ¬â plenty for you to do round here, but you'd rather sit at home and sulk ââ¬â ââ¬Ë ââ¬Ë ââ¬â I don't intend to sit at home any more, Miles ââ¬â ââ¬Ë ââ¬Ë ââ¬â not going to apologize for getting involved with the community ââ¬â ââ¬Ë ââ¬Ë ââ¬â well, I meant what I said ââ¬â you're not fit to fill his shoes!' ââ¬ËWhat?' he said, and his chair fell over as he jumped to his feet, while Samantha strode to the kitchen door. ââ¬ËYou heard me,' she shouted. ââ¬ËLike my letter said, Miles, you're not fit to fill Barry Fairbrother's shoes. He was sincere.' ââ¬ËYour letter?' he said. ââ¬ËYep,' she said breathlessly, with her hand on the doorknob. ââ¬ËI sent that letter. Too much to drink one evening, while you were on the phone to your mother. And,' she pulled the door open, ââ¬ËI didn't vote for you either.' The look on his face unnerved her. Out in the hall, she slipped on clogs, the first pair of shoes she could find, and was through the front door before he could catch up.
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