Wrath. Part 5

"Lazy today, bro?" he says.

"Birthday. Slacking off as a present to myself."

He raises his heavy eyebrows. "Happy birthday. Sweet 16 and never been screwed?"

I laugh, trying to make it sound like he's said something ridiculous rather than absolutely, tragically true, and Aaron wanders over. He's been on the bike, reading a book while he pedals. "What's the joke?"

"Luca's birthday."

Aaron grunts. "Guess we can rule out picking up a few chicks and getting s.h.i.+t-faced." We sit in silence for a few moments, thinking, and then I pull up my s.h.i.+rt. They both look at my scabbed red dots and nod to each other.

"Get a bit too up-close and personal with the snake, did you?"

"How did you know it was him?"

"That's one of his little tricks. He picks up the ring pulls off the tops of cans and then he clips down the pull part till it's a sharp point. He does that to a few of them, lining up and sticking together the sharpened bits so they're strong, and then he opens up the ring part to fit over a finger. He puts one over each finger, and there you have it-prison knuckledusters. We've just about all felt them. They hurt like h.e.l.l, and I guess they'd do real damage if he went for your eyes or throat, but he keeps it to where the guards won't see."

"Just keep away from him," Archie breaks in.

"I do!" I protest. "I don't know what I did to p.i.s.s him off."

"You don't need to do anything," Aaron says. "You're new, so he's just letting you know he's Mr Tough Guy around here."

"Which is his cell?" I ask.

"He's four down from you, but he's not there at the moment. He's in Riley House."

"What's that?"

"It's like a sort of prison within a prison. Great, isn't it, Arch?" Aaron says. "They bring you into this place you're going to be stuck in for years, and they don't even bother to show you over it on the first day."

"You're so s.h.i.+t scared on the first day that you probably wouldn't take much in anyway."

"Still," Aaron goes on, "it's just basic decency, really."

Archie rolls his eyes at me. "He thinks he's in a flash private school here."

"No, I don't, but anyway, have a look next time you're on the oval. You'll see that the buildings are in three cl.u.s.ters or blocks. Each one has four wings, and there are eight cells in each wing. That's 32 of us in each cl.u.s.ter, so when it's full, there are 96 of us. They're just called Block A, B and C."

"And we're in A Block," I break in. I feel a bit stupid not having taken any notice or asked any questions about this before. My cell is 5A, so it's a fair guess.

"Yep, that's right. Apart from that, there is the gym-which you've seen-a rec room in each block and the infirmary, which is attached to Riley House."

"Which is...?" I prompt.

"It's like a solitary confinement-type setup. There are usually about two or three kids there, so it's not really completely solitary. When you do something wrong, they take you over there and keep you apart from everyone else except for school. If you've done something really bad, you don't even get to come to cla.s.s; you just do your work in your cell. It's isolation, really, but instead of calling it that, they call it regression, like you've gone backwards. Brown got regression for a month because of what he did to that kid's ear."

"Hope he doesn't regress any further. He's a Neanderthal now," I mutter darkly.

They both smile.

"What other things get you put in there?"

"Apart from a.s.sault, there's bullying-although the guards look the other way a lot of the time for that-and there's fighting, abusing the staff, doing drugs, smas.h.i.+ng up the place... Anything else, Arch?"

"Mmm. Having a weapon. That's about it. Oh, yeah, the worst thing you can probably do is a.s.sault staff."

"What do they do in Riley House?"

"Loss of all privileges-like no TV, no rec, extra work, no sport and no pay."

I jerk my head back in surprise. "What pay?"

"Don't get too excited. You get just over three bucks a day while you're in here. Your family are only allowed to give you $20 for your birthday or Christmas, no more, so you can use your account to buy stuff at the canteen."

"There's a canteen here?" I squeak. Wish my voice would hurry up and finish breaking.

"Yes," they both squeak and then slap each other on the back, laughing like fools. I can't help but laugh with them.

"Very funny," I say when they stop laughing and repeating the squeaky "yes". "Now where's the canteen?"

"Come on," Archie says, getting up from the bench. "It's only open for another 10 minutes. I'm not going to get anything done in here, so we may as well nick off."

The three of us leave the gym and walk to the end of the corridor, past my cell and around a corner. I do the calculations as we walk. Remand centre plus the time I've been in here at $3 a day... That's over $200!

"Do they pay you while you're in the remand centre?"

They both hoot with laughter at me. "You greedy b.u.g.g.e.r! Remand's just a holding pen. They can't give you an allowance as an inmate because you're not one yet."

Aaron nods in agreement. "Remand's kind of like Limbo. You know, that place you go after you die where you wait to see if you're going to Heaven or h.e.l.l. Same concept. If you're set free-Heaven; this place-h.e.l.l."

Archie shrugs. "Only Limbo I ever heard of is where you dance under a stick and try not to touch it." His brow wrinkles. "Must be a bit hard for a girl with big t.i.ts. She'd fall flat on her back trying to get under the stick."

Aaron breaks in. "Any chick with big t.i.ts can fall flat on her back in front of me any time, don't you reckon, Luca?" We all laugh loudly like we really know what we're talking about-or more to the point, live in a world where there even are any girls.

There is a murmur ahead of us as Archie pushes a door open to the right side of the exit at the end. There are about a dozen boys crowded around a counter. There isn't much to choose from on the shelves at the back, but there are two fridges full of cans and bottles of cool drinks, a small ice-cream fridge and stacks of potato chips in a steel basket. Apart from that, there are some chocolates and a few rows of magazines and comics on the shelves. A couple of guards are laughing and chatting while an older boy I hadn't seen before is serving the boys and another boy is putting the stuff on a computer. I figure I have a fair bit in the account they told me about even without any money while I was on remand, so I turn to Archie and Aaron and say, "What do you want? I'm buying."

They both look a bit stunned. "You don't have to do that."

"I want to," I cut in. "Just this once maybe, but I want to."

"I'll have a c.o.ke," Archie says.

"Me too," grins Aaron.

I walk to the counter, and the boy flicks a look at me and asks my name. He taps it in, waits a few seconds and then says, "Yep. What'll it be?"

"Three c.o.kes and three packets of chips." I hand the goods to the boys, and we wander back down the corridor to the rec room. We sit in a corner and pull the tops off our cans, glugging for a few seconds. Aaron is the first to let out an almighty belch, and then Archie and I try to out-do him. We sit there munching and crunching, and just for minute, it's heaven. I don't think I'll ever enjoy knocking back a can of c.o.ke as much as I am now.

"Happy birthday, mate," Aaron and Archie say, toasting me with their cans.

I find I can't answer. I nod and look away, and luckily, the siren goes for clean-up before tea. I wave quickly and hurry back to my cell.

That night, as I lie in bed, I can't help but smile. Not such a bad birthday.

CHAPTER TWELVE.

It's strange that, on the outside, nothing seemed to have changed when Dad left. Katy and I still walked to school each day, mucked around with our friends, did our schoolwork and walked home. Something was a bit strained between us, though. We chattered away-same as ever-finis.h.i.+ng each other's sentences, but we carefully kept away from the subject of Dad.

As far as Mum went, I could see she looked happier. That hard, angry look had gone from her face. She and Katy were the same as ever, but with me, it felt like she was putting on an act. She was too bright and too chirpy around me, buying me new clothes and making my favourite food for tea. I smiled and thanked her, but it was all false. She'd blown my life apart for no good reason that I could see.

I started hanging out with my friends a lot more after school and on the weekends, and at night, I ate my tea as quickly as I could and then left the table, saying I had homework. I didn't, of course, but Mum never objected, and a few minutes later, I could hear her and Katy laughing away as though I somehow freed things up for them by leaving.

I pretty much did what I'm doing now, in a way, although in here, order is imposed on me; back then, I imposed it on myself-I made sure I filled every minute. The good bit was, I suppose, that all my grades improved. I'd always been okay at school, but after Dad left, in my room each night, I went over everything and even read ahead in my books so that when we came to that stuff in cla.s.s, I already knew it.

Mr Squires asked me to stay back for a few minutes one day, and he said, "You're going great guns, Luca. Well done." I'd shrugged, embarra.s.sed, and he'd put his hand on my shoulder. I looked up, surprised.

"Look, it may not be none of my business, but I've heard that your mum and dad have split up. Usually, your schoolwork tends to go down the toilet when there're problems at home, but you've done the opposite."

I couldn't look at him, and I did the old bite the inside of the cheek' trick to keep from losing it.

"My parents split up when I was about your age. It was horrible. Before that, though, there'd been fights all the time. I couldn't wait to get to school to get away from home for a few hours. The first time I got into trouble at school for not doing my homework, though-something that never used to worry me at all-I knew I couldn't stand to have ha.s.sle at school as well as at home. I had to have some place I could feel good. So I started working hard. School became a bit of a haven for me. Maybe that's what's happening for you too." He squeezed my shoulder. "Nothing like turning a negative into a positive."

"Thanks, sir. I guess that's what I've been doing. I just don't want to sit in my room after tea with nothing to do, so I read my school books."

"That's great, Luca, but maybe a bit of variety wouldn't go astray. Look, I've got a load of books here. Do you want to grab a few?"

"I've never really got into reading that much. I wouldn't know what's good or bad."

"How about I pick a couple I think you might like, and we see what you think?"

I nodded, and he strode over to the bookcase, frowning in concentration as he scanned the shelves. I wished I had long legs like that. It'd be great to be tall. I looked down at my legs-solid enough but short. I looked again a bit closer. Hair was sprouting down by my s.h.i.+ns! Why hadn't I noticed it before?

Mr Squires turned back to me with three books in his hands and dropped them on the desk beside us.

"This one's an oldie but a goody, Tom Sawyer, and here's a light one by Paul Jennings. You might get a laugh out of it. The last one is Lockie Leonard. A West Australian wrote that one. Give it a go."

I leant towards him and smelt his after-shave or deodorant or something. It smelt good-not like Dad but still a bit blokey without smelling like a change room. "See you tomorrow, sir," I waved.

"Luca." His voice was sharp. I stopped and looked at him. "Believe it or not, it eventually gets better. It seems to take forever, but it does get there. The worst is probably over."

Good old Mr Squires. Well, not old, but anyway. The books were great, and I liked them all. They started me reading-he was right about that-but as for the worst being over, man, it hadn't even started.

School, and life, went on just the same till at last Grade Seven was finished and Katy and I were ready for high school. My life had settled into what felt like a holding pattern, but apart from the times Ray Reid was there-which was about three nights a week-things were okay. The hair on my legs kept sprouting, and I was quite proud of it. It made my legs look bigger and more muscular. I'd never make a great runner-my legs were too short-but I was getting faster and ran a bit further every morning.

Katy had changed too. She looked older than I did, especially when she got dressed up and Mum let her put on some lipstick. She couldn't wait to get to high school.

"Just think, Luca, we're used to about40 kids in the whole school, and there are nearly 400 at Geraldton."

I have to say I was a bit excited too. It felt like a big step, as though I was actually starting to grow up. I was starting to think Mr Squires might have been right after all, but then something happened that pulled me right back down to earth again.

It was Gary's birthday, and I was at his place for the night along with the boys in our cla.s.s. We were lying around on sleeping bags in his old shed, and we had pizzas and cool drinks and a stack of DVDs. We'd already watched two, but they were pretty stupid.

"Have you got The Hunger Games?" I asked.

"Nah," said Gary, squinting at me with his good eye. "Wish I did."

"I've got it," I said. "I'll nick home and grab it." I was already halfway out the door. Katy wasn't home that night either-she'd gone over to stay at her friend's place-but Mum would be able to let me in. I jogged slower as I got close to home. b.u.g.g.e.r, she must be out. There were no lights on anywhere, but Reid's car was in the drive. They must be there unless they'd gone out somewhere close-maybe to Mrs Brockman's.

I walked up the side of the house in the darkness and tried the back door. Yahoo! It wasn't locked, so I opened it, ducked into my room and grabbed the DVD.

As I was feeling my way out the back door again after I'd flicked off the light, I froze. Mum's laugh came high and clear from her room. A man's laugh, low and gruff, chimed in with hers. There was no light under the door. His laugh. Mum's room. Within a heartbeat, it was all clear. I wasn't stupid. I knew what was going on.

I moved as quietly as I could, and once I was safely outside, I leant against the back wall and slid down till I was sitting on the ground. My heart was hammering, my thoughts were whirling around and my stomach was churning.

As I calmed down, one part of my brain was telling me, Well, what did you expect? Dad's gone, Ray Reid's here all the time, they go out every weekend, and they like each other-so what? and while I knew this was all very sensible, that thought was soon pushed away by a rage of disgust that had no words at all.

I got to my feet and walked slowly to Gary's. Surprised, the boys swivelled their heads and looked at me as I came through the shed door.

"Jeez, Luca, where've you been? We thought you must have decided to stop home or you got into trouble with your mum or something."

"No, I just took ages to find the DVD. Let's watch it now."

They all chorused agreement, and I handed the disc to Gary. A few boys wriggled over, and I settled down amongst the chip wrappers, the empty cans and the smell of pizza to watch the movie. I don't think I saw any of it. I was too busy with my own sickening movie running through my head.

Ray Reid was still there when I got home in the late morning the next day. He was stretched out on the veranda in Dad's cane chair with his big, bare feet on a stool. Mum was near him, and they were drinking coffee as they read bits of the Sunday paper. Mum looked up as I came through the gate. "Good party, love?"

I nodded curtly and kept walking towards the door to go inside, but her voice stopped me.

"Luca, could you just come and sit here for a minute, please?"

I frowned, dropped my bag loudly on the step and sat down on the edge of the veranda. As I did, Katy came wandering around from the back yard, munching an apple. Mum turned.

"Katy. Good. Sit down for a sec."

Katy finished the apple, even the core, leaving just the woody bit at the top like I always did, flicked it into a bush, plonked down beside me and leant back on the veranda post.

"What's up, Mum?" she said, licking her fingers.

"Nothing's up," Mum said, glancing sideways across to Reid. "Well, nothing's wrong anyway. In fact, everything's great."