In Deeper: Part Two by Kella McKinnon

Author:Kella McKinnon [McKinnon, Kella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-09-27T23:00:00+00:00

We had moved to the couch, and I ran my finger gently over the faded scar on his cheek as I sat beside him. There was another one on his temple, that looked more recent. He flinched back, an automatic response, telling me that there must be bad memories that came with that scar.

“What happened to you?” I didn’t know where my courage was coming from, asking him about something that he obviously didn’t want to talk about. But I needed to know something about what’s made him this way, why it was so hard for him to trust.

He pulled in a deep breath, and for a moment I didn’t think he was going to answer. I hadn’t really expected him to, so when he started speaking, I went completely still, taking in every word as if it were a gift.

“When I was a kid, sometimes my father would take me on business trips with him to Mexico or Central America. I never liked to go, but most of the time it was fine… I just hung out by myself, or found some other kids to play with, and waited till he was finished. But one time, I was taken by a gang of men. They took me to the mountains and held me there. They beat me and they cut my face and took pictures to send to my father. They wanted money, I suppose, or maybe it was all to do with politics. My father refused to pay them, and that’s when I knew I was good as dead if I didn’t take matters into my own hands. I got away, and I ran. It took two weeks for me to walk out of the jungle to the nearest town. It happened two more times before they finally caught on that my father would never pay to get me back.”

“You must have been so frightened. Wait… was that when you stayed with the Mayan family? In the hut?”

“No, that was the time before. And I wasn’t frightened. I was fucking pissed off. But it taught me some hard lessons. It taught me that I can rely on myself, but no one else. And it taught me to fight for the things I want, for the way I want things to be.”

I was so sad for him, for the little boy that he was. Every child should know trust and love, and I was beginning to wonder if Cristos had anyone at all in his life that he could truly depend on. My own parents were pretty hands-off and uninvolved, but even I had my older brother to look out for me.

“Why on earth did your father keep bringing you with him, when he knew it was so dangerous?”

“I was supposed to be learning the business. I was supposed to follow in his footsteps.”

“What family business? I thought your family owned the Adagio.”

“Importing”, he said, but I saw his jaw clench.

“Oh. And have you? Followed in his footsteps? You’ve never mentioned an import business.

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