stained by Alex. He was there first.
âWhat did your dad do?â she says as she fits an elastic band around the tiniest bunch of hair without opening her eyes.
I donât want to talk about this. Not to her. Not to anyone. I donât even talk about it with myself. Iâm quiet for the longest time and so is she. I know sheâs waiting for me to tell her. If she was like everyone else she would have spewed out an apology and moved on. But Ellie isnât like anyone else.
She pulls out her hair elastic and flattens the little bundle. I want to fix the strand that is sticking up, but my fingers are frozen to their metal bed.
âHe did some bad stuff,â I say, causing her hands to stop moving.
âOh.â
âYep.â
âDo you see him?â
âNo. Heâs in Queensland. But I didnât see him much before. Heâd already left us.â I try to never talk about my father. When it first happened, when he went away, I told Alex because I had to. But I donât like thinking about it now.
âWhen does he get out?â
I shrug. âI donât know. We donât have any contact.â
âAre you angry about it?â
âNo. But I worry â¦â
She jumps on my words. âWhat? That youâll end up like him?â
I wasnât going to say that. I was going to say that I worry about my mum, but now that Ellieâs said it, I realise thatâs exactly what Iâm worried about. That no matter what I do, his badness is in my genes, and I canât outrun it anymore. I donât answer her.
âWow, thatâs pretty honest.â
Her fingers touch my arm and I shudder.
âNot really,â I say, wishing we could change the subject.
âYou arenât going to end up like your dad. No way.â
I feel a rush of energy in my body. If only she knew that I already am.
âYour mumâs done a good job then, on her own,â she says quietly, as she turns slowly onto her side and opens her eyes, just as I look at her. My face floods with heat and I look away.
âCome back to school, Jake,â she says. âPlease. Itâs boring without you around pinching my food. Lucas and Tien are no substitute. I need my friend back.â
Friend. I force a small smile in the dark. I donât want to be friends. âI havenât left. Not officially. Not yet anyway.â
âSo come back. You could catch up. I could help you,â she says softly, making me hope that she really cares.
Itâs so possible. I could go back. Finish the year. Make Mum happy. I could.
âHave you seen the psych yet?â
âHow do you know about that?â
She shrugs. âYou know. Things get around.â
âTomorrow. I donât want to, but Mumâs making me.â
âWell, I bet she wouldnât make you if you came back to school. Started doing all your homework and proving you were serious about it. Please?â
I start to nod without thinking about what Iâm doing. Ellie squeals and then grabs me. Itâs awkward because Iâm lying on my back and sheâs on her side and I can feel her body and I reach to grab her back and then she starts to pull away, but by then my mouth is near hers and Iâm kissing her.
And itâs beautiful.
Her lips are wet and soft and sweet and her mouth tastes like chips and salt and I can feel her tongue and itâs everything I knew it would be. And then just as quickly, sheâs gone. The kiss is done. Over. Finished. And sheâs sitting up and I donât know what just went wrong.
I canât look at her. The momentâs gone.
âJake â¦â she says, one word hanging in the night. And she doesnât need to say anything else. She doesnât need to explain that Alex came first. That Alex is here, between us, unseen but looming. I know it too.
âJake â¦â she says again, and this time her fingertips brush my