The Summoning (Darkest Powers 1)

She was smiling, the question meant as a joke. Obviously, I would be getting along with the kids. I might not be the most outgoing girl, but I could be counted on not to make waves or cause trouble. As I looked up, her smile faded.

“Chloe?”

“Hmm?”

“Is there a problem with the other kids?”

“N-?no. Everything's f-?f-?f—” My teeth clicked as I snapped my jaw shut. To anyone who knew me well, my stutter was a stress-?o-?meter. There was no sense saying everything was fine if I couldn't even get the lie out.

“What happened?” Her hand gripped her fork and knife, as if ready to wield them against whoever was responsible. “It's noth—”

“Don't tell me it's nothing. When I asked about the other kids, you looked like you were going to be sick. ”

“It's the eggs. I put too much hot sauce on them. The other kids are fine. ” Her eyes bored into mine, and I knew I wasn't getting away with that. “There's just this one, but it's no big deal. You can't get along with everyone, right?”

“Who is it?” She waved off the server tentatively approaching with her coffeepot. “Don't roll your eyes at me, Chloe. You're at that home to rest, and if someone's bothering you—”

“I can handle it. ?

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She released her death-?grip on the cutlery, set them down, and smoothed her place mat. “That's not the point, hon. You have enough to worry about right now. Tell me who this boy is and I'll make sure he doesn't bother you anymore. ”

“He won't—”

“So it is a boy. Which one? There are three—no, only two now. It's the big boy, isn't it? I saw him this morning. I tried to introduce myself, but he walked away. Darren, Damian…”

I stopped myself before correcting her. She'd already tricked me into admitting my tormentor was a boy. I really wished that, for once, she'd just listen to my problems, maybe offer some advice, not leap in trying to fix everything.

“Derek,” she said. “That's his name. When he ignored me this morning, Mrs. Talbot said he was like that. Rude. Am I right?"

“He's just… not very friendly. But that's fine. Like I said, you can't get along with everyone, and the other kids seem okay. One girl's kind of stuck up, like my roommate at camp last year. Remember her? The one who—”

“What did this Derek do to you, Chloe?” she said, refusing to be distracted. “Did he touch you?”

“N-?no, of c-?course n-?not. ”

“Chloe. ” Her voice sharpened, my stuttering giving me away. “This is not something you hide. If he did anything inappropriate, I swear—”

“It wasn't like that. We were talking. I tried to walk away and he grabbed my arm—”

“He grabbed you?”

“For, like, a second. It just freaked me out. I overreacted. ”

She leaned forward. “You did not overreact. Anytime someone lays an unwanted hand on you it is your right to object and to complain and…”

And so it went, through the rest of breakfast. A lecture on “inappropriate touching,” like I was five years old. I didn't know why she was so upset. It's not like I'd even shown her the bruises. The more I argued, though, the madder she got, and I started thinking maybe this wasn't really about a boy bothering me or grabbing my arm. She was angry at my dad for taking off and at my school for making me go to this group home, and because she couldn't go after them, she'd found someone she could go after, a problem she could fix for me.

* * *

“Please don't,” I said as we sat in the car, idling in the driveway. “He didn't do anything. Please. It's hard enough—”

“Which is why I'm not going to make this any harder for you, Chloe. I'm not stirring up trouble; I'm settling it down. ” She smiled. “Preventative medicine. ”

She squeezed my knee. When I looked out the window, she sighed and turned off the engine. “I promise I will be discreet. I've learned how to handle problems like this delicately, because the last thing a victim needs is to be blamed for tattling. ”

“I'm not a vic—”

“This Derek boy will never know who complained. Even the nurses won't know you said a word to me. I'm going to carefully raise concerns based on my own professional observations. ”

“Just give me a couple of days—”

“No, Chloe,” she said firmly. “I'm talking to the nurses and, if necessary, to the administrators. It would be irresponsible of me not to. ”

I turned to face her, mouth opening to argue, but she was already out of the car.

* * *

When I returned, Tori was back. Back in class and back in attitude.

If I'd been scripting this scene, I'd have been tempted to go for a character reversal. The young woman sees her only friend taken away, partly because of a snide remark she made. When her housemates rally around, trying to lift her depression with support and concern, she realizes she hasn't lost her only friend and vows to be a kinder, gentler person.

In real life, though, people don't change overnight.

Tori started the first class by informing me that I was sitting in Liz's seat, and I'd better not act like she wasn't coming back. Afterward, she followed Rae and me into the hall. “Did you have a good breakfast with your auntie? Parents too busy for you, I guess?”

“I'm sure Mom would have made it. But it's kind of hard for her, being dead and all. ”

A great slap-?down comeback. Tori didn't even blink.

“So what did you do to deserve a pass already, Chloe? Was that your reward for helping them get rid of Liz?”

“She didn't—” Rae began.

“Like you're any better, Rachelle. You couldn't even wait until Liz's bed was cold before you bunked down with your new buddy. So, Chloe, what's with the special treatment?”

“It's not special,” Rae said. “Your mom takes you out all the time. In Chloe's case, it's probably a reward for good behavior. With you, it's just because your mom's on the board of directors. ”

At our age, being “well behaved” isn't exactly a goal to strive for. But Tori's nostrils flared, her face twisting, as if Rae had lobbed the worst possible insult.

“Yeah?” she said. “Well, we don't see your parents coming around, do we, Rachelle? How many times have they visited or called since you've been here? Let's see… oh, right, zero. ” She made an 0 with her thumb and forefinger. “And it has nothing to do with bad behavior. They just don't care. ”

Rae shoved her into the wall. Tori let out an ear-?shattering shriek.

“She burned me!” she said, clutching her shoulder.

“I pushed you. ”

Ms. Wang hurried from the classroom, followed by Simon and Derek, who'd stayed behind to discuss an assignment.