I had an abortion. There’s no coming back from that.”
“You had options,” my mom pointed out. “You were never alone.”
I leaned forward and squeezed her hand. “I know I wasn’t. But we also both know that neither of us believed that I was ready to raise a child on my own.”
“Your father and I would have.”
“I know. I knew it then and I know it now. But I was an adult, and I had to make that decision. It wasn’t your responsibility to carry.”
Mom nodded and swallowed hard, her eyes growing glassy. “I always wished that I could’ve done more. Done something.”
“You did exactly what you needed to,” I argued. “You held my hand and you supported me, even if you didn’t agree. That’s all I needed.”
“I was terrified that you’d regret it,” she said, her voice almost a whisper, “and that it would make you spiral even worse than you already were.”
“I don’t think anything would’ve made me worse,” I replied. “God, I was snorting so much coke.” I shook my head. “That was part of the reason I made the decision to go through with it. Who knows how much damage I’d done by that point?”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Oh, yeah,” I said with a huff. “I was doing anything and everything. I wanted to tear down the world, but I was content with self-destruction.”
“Jesus.”
“I’m past it,” I reminded her. “I’ve been past it for a long ass time.”
“You’re so much like me, you know?” She smiled sadly. “I wish that we could pass down all of our wisdom to our kids in a way that they’d actually pay attention. I never wanted you to go through the shit I went through.”
“We all have to figure things out ourselves,” I replied. “Thankfully, most of us do—eventually.”
“Ladybug,” my dad called, poking his head in the door. “I thought you might be in here. Everything alright?”
“It’s fine,” I replied as he came inside the room. “Just visiting.”
“What’d you do to Woody?” dad asked, stretching out on the bed with us, his back against the wall and legs crossed at the ankles. “He tore out of her like his ass was on fire.”
“You two are a bunch of Nosy Nancys,” I complained without heat.
“We’re your parents, we have the right.”
“The right to ask? Sure,” I joked. “The right to an answer?” I tilted my head from side to side like I wasn’t sure, snickering when he let out an annoyed huff.
“Plan tomorrow is to get to Eugene as fast as we can,” he said, changing the subject. “It’s gonna be another shitty drive, but nothin’ for it. Once we’re back home, we’ll take care of this shit for good.”
“I don’t know how you’ll do that,” I said quietly.
“You let your pop worry about that,” he replied. “You just keep your head down until we get you two safe.”
“I can’t believe they were tracking my phone,” I said, cringing. “I’m so sorry about that.”
“Forget it,” Dad replied with a wave of his hand. “None of us knew it. That shit is usually the way cops track people—not normal, run-of-the-mill fuckwads. Pure chance that they had clout at your cellphone company.”
“I guess I should’ve used throw-aways like you told me to.”
Dad laughed. “Are you tellin’ me I was right about somethin’? Ladybug, write this shit down, I wanna remember it.”
“Shut up,” I joked, nudging his leg with my foot.
“It’s gonna be okay, CeeCee,” he said, grabbing my foot and giving it a squeeze. “You’re with us now and everything’s gonna be fine.”
“I know,” I said, only partially lying. I didn’t know how he was ever going to make things okay again. It didn’t seem possible. But I did know that I felt safer now, especially in the clubhouse, than I had since it all began. There was a security that came with being surrounded by my people.
“We better let you get some rest,” my mom said, getting to her feet. “Ollie’s going to be hungry again before you know it.”
“Ollie?” I said in amusement.
“Olive is an old lady name,” she replied, lifting her hand to stop me as I started to argue. “Not that there’s anything wrong with old lady names. But she’s the size of a sack of flour—she needs a kid name.”
“Ollie’s a boy’s name,” my dad said, groaning as he got to his feet.
“Who says? I like Ollie.”
“Can we just call her Olive?” I asked as my dad slapped my mom on the ass.
“You can,” mom replied. She leaned down to