Sing Me To Sleep Part 36

"We should get out of the street."

I lead him into the house.

We're still making out, lying in each other's arms on the family room couch when Mom pulls up. I'm on my feet, running out to talk to her, breathless and giddy. "Derek's over. Can he stay?"

"The night?" She's nervous about it this time.

"Dinner?"

"Of course."

Derek and I mess around, making dinner in the kitchen while Mom watches the news. He's playful and affectionate and makes really good pasta. Neither of us says much. Words are trouble. I'm so happy he's back that I don't care about anything else.

After dinner he wanders over to the piano. The Amabile folder lies on the bench. He sets it aside, glances up at me.

"I wanted it. I really did."

He nods. He sits down and begins to play. His fingers caress the keys and a delicate melody emerges. I've heard this song before. I sink onto the couch, close my eyes, and remember him humming it to me on our bench in Lausanne. He doesn't stop halfway through this time. It's whole and rich and stunning.

"You finished it."

Mom stands in the kitchen with a dirty plate in her hand. "That's a striking song. I don't know it."

Derek gets up from the piano. "It's just something I've been working on."

"It's a lovely piece."

"Thanks." He looks thoughtfully over at me. "It just needs words."

"Derek composes and arranges pieces for his choir."

"Is there anything Derek doesn't do?" Mom looks from him to me and back to him. She puts that last plate in the dishwasher and heads to her den. "Behave yourselves," floats down the hall from over her shoulder.

We flick on the TV, find an old movie, try to watch it, give up, and make out until Mom interrupts us.

"School tomorrow, Beth."

"Okay."

I walk Derek out to his bike. "Why'd you come back?"

"I didn't leave you, Beth." He hugs me. "Honest. I was going to call the next day." His words ache with sincerity.

I believe. I shouldn't, but there's too much love in his voice for doubt to survive. "So," I exhale, "what's next?"

"I don't know when I can get away again. We've got some cool gigs coming up. Maybe you can come to some of them." He caresses my face.

I'm so there-nodding as he speaks, but then I remember. "c.r.a.p. We're recording the next two weekends."

"I guess we'll have to make do online." His lips press against my temple. "Thanks for tonight. You don't know how badly I needed to see you."

"Me too."

"I can't believe you didn't tell me to take a hike."

"Me neither."

He kisses me, and I cling to him. When will I see him again? I can't let go of his lips. I get crazy, chewing on his mouth, sucking his lips and tongue, hard and desperate. I press myself into his body.

He groans, grabs my arms, and shakes me. "Do you know what you're doing to me?"

I just get his mouth again.

He pulls me tight. His kisses turn hard, overpowering. His grip on my arms hurts. What happened to my gentle boyfriend?

I should fight him, tell him he's hurting me, but I don't. I'm limp, completely in his control. He scares me, wild like this. He's always been so tender, so careful. I love this, too, though. I don't want him to stop. My beast slips its leash. I get as fierce as he is. c.r.a.p. Why is my mom home?

She flashes the porch light.

Derek's head jerks up off my neck. He shoves me away. I stumble, catch myself.

I'll have bruises on my arms in the morning. His neck will be a mess. We're both breathing hard.

He coughs as he gets on his bike. He won't even look at me.

What have I done?

Are we messed up?

I am the Beast.

He kicks his bike to life and drives away. No good-bye. No see you later.

No I love you.

Suddenly the mild October night is bitter cold.

I wrap my jacket close around me and walk slowly up the path to the porch, climb the stairs, and push through the front door.

Mom is waiting for me in the living room. "We need to talk, Beth."

"Not now." I'm a wreck, Mom. Please. I wander up the stairs to my room and fall face down on my bed.

She follows me, sits on the bed's edge, and strokes my hair. "I'm worried about you."

I'm so not having this conversation.

"Derek reminds me so much of your father."

I whip my face to the side and glare at her. "How dare you say that."

"It's true."

She's creeping me out. "Derek is not like him." I shudder against it. "Derek is perfect."

"I thought your father was perfect."

"But you were wrong-I'm not. Go. Away." I pull a pillow over my head.

"No." She lifts the pillow off and hangs on like she needs it for support. "Listen, I can see that your relations.h.i.+p is getting more serious. That you might be thinking about-"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Neither do I."

"It's not like you're an expert or anything."

"I guess I deserve that. We should have had this talk a long time ago."

"We should have talked about a lot of things." But we didn't-I never wanted to upset her. She's always seemed so fragile to me.

"Linda and I were best friends through junior high and high school. Your father was a couple years older than us. I always had a crush on him. He was so cool-long hair, electric guitar-as irresistible as Derek is in his own way. Lots of girls. He had a reputation for getting what he wanted when he wanted it."

"And you liked that?"

"I knew he was pretty wild, but that made him all the more appealing. I-as you can imagine-was anything but wild. He didn't know I existed. I hung out at Linda's as much as I could just to get a glimpse of him."

I don't know what she's getting at. This is nothing like Derek and me.

"Summer after Linda and I graduated, he was home from college. Bored I guess. Linda and I were in the backyard tanning one day. I went in for a drink of water, and he saw me. I had on a new bikini. *Look who's all grown up.' I don't think he even remembered my name. *You still have it bad for me? '"

"He knew about your crush?"

"Linda must have told him. I flushed red, he put out his hand, the next thing I knew we were making out in his bedroom. He had my bikini off before I even knew what was happening."

"I don't want to hear this."

"All I remember about that first time was how much it hurt, how much I bled-"

I so didn't want to hear that. "It's like he raped you?" How can she think he's anything like my Derek?

"No. Took advantage? Yes. But I didn't try to stop him."

"You got pregnant from just that one time?" Was her whole marriage a myth?

She looks down at the pillow. "No."

"You went back?"

"All summer. There's an emotional side that goes along with the physical side. He said he loved me, and I-"

"Couldn't get enough of him?"

"I thought you'd understand now. That's how you feel about Derek, isn't it?"

I nod. I'm starting to see what she's getting at. Derek's not like my father. I'm like her. Now I need the rest of the story. "What happened? After the summer?"

"He went back to college, and I found out I was pregnant. When I called and told him, he gave me the address of an abortion clinic. I couldn't do that. Not to my baby. Our baby. I still loved him."

"What did you do?"

"I broke down and told my parents. They told his, and they forced him to marry me."

"And then I was born, and he hated me." Enter d.a.m.n ugly daughter.

"He didn't love you. He didn't love me. He was totally consumed with himself."

"Derek's not like that."

"Are you sure? I'm not sure I like what's going on with you and him."

She sees way more than I give her credit for. I don't want to go down that path with her. I keep her on the defensive. "How old was I when my father ran out on us?"

She fluffs the pillow, turns and smoothes it gently into place on my bed. "He didn't run out on us." She brushes my hair off my forehead and swallows hard. "We left him."

"What?" I can't have heard her right. "I always thought-"

"You were such a beautiful baby. So sweet. So gentle. A little angel in my arms. I couldn't raise you in that atmosphere. I tried-overlooked a lot. I loved him. I finally realized we only had one option. I moved back home, went to college after all, and-"

"Here we are." The upside-down part of me is in motion. This sudden change makes me kind of dizzy.

She nods her head.

I study her face, finally see who she is. "I love you, Mom." I hug her. "Thanks for making me listen." Tears seep out of my eyes. I always thought she was weak, but she's strong-stronger than I dreamed of.

I need to rewrite an old song I made up about them. Make it true.

Now get away.

Magic-carpet ride from this h.e.l.l.