Maka
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Josh's hand hit the far side of the swimming pool and he pushed his head above the water, gratefully taking in lungfuls of air.
It was nothing new to him. Every day, he undertook his fifty laps of the swimming pool. Coupled with running and weight-lifting, it was what had given him his lean, taut body, the corded muscles along his arms and legs and the hard, flat planes of his chest. Smooth dark hair fell around a high cheekboned, imperturbable face and watchful, intense blue eyes that gave little of their owner's thoughts away. From his body and his face, he could have been a professional athlete, a soldier, a model or an assassin.
Today was different, though. Today was the day he claimed his stepsister, Allie. He kicked himself off the wall and started out again, bronzed arms cutting effortlessly through the water.
In fact, it took an effort of will to make himself go through his usual routine of exercise. The thought of being able to take her away made him restless, made him want to rush through it all to be able to get to her faster.
Their parents, his father and her mother, weren't, considered dispassionately, actively abusive. His father had tried beating him a couple of times, while drunk, but even as a kid, Josh had never let anyone hit him without hitting them back harder. His father had woken from those couple of drunken stupors with a head more painful than usual, and a strong feeling that he should steer well clear of his strange, silent goddamn kid. And his father had once, just once, tried to slap Allie. Josh had broken his hand.
Josh reached the opposite end, touched off and was slicing through the water.
Josh had always been a loner. Respectable parents urged their children away from the son of the notorious, alcoholic bully. Josh had learned early on that nobody would take care of you, that nobody could be relied on but yourself. He had grown up into a strong, self-reliant and quiet boy who never smiled and never spoke about his feelings at all.
One more lap.
Then his father had come home one morning, after disappearing for three days without a word, with a woman and her daughter, whom Josh was introduced to as Alison, 'his new sister'. Hardly the first time that his father had taken up with some woman and it couldn't have been expected to last. But Josh had resolved there and then that this disoriented, confused little girl would not be the latest victim of his father's carelessness and ineptitude, of his father's lazy spite and his father's addictions.
Josh pulled himself out of the water in one smooth movement, droplets of water cascading from his smooth, tanned skin. He lay on the platform for a moment.
Josh and Allie had been inseparable. Josh had made sure that Allie lacked for nothing. On nights when the two alleged adults of the household got drunk and threw words and objects at each other, he let her curl up in his bed. He went over her homework with her, and worked an after-school job to buy her the schoolbooks she needed. He didn't make very much money, but it was enough to make sure that she got something, every birthday and Christmas. Until she got wise to the trick, he pretended the presents were from her mother. Allie had always talked about them getting married some day and he'd gone along with it, calling her his little sweetheart. It was harmless, and a way of getting through it all. Josh didn't think he'd saved Allie. Allie had saved him.
He dried himself and pulled on his clothes, then headed out to the parking lot.
He hadn't wanted to move out. He was fairly sure that his father wouldn't try anything again (and made doubly sure with a quiet conversation with the old man one night) but the neglect Allie would suffer, in her all-important last year of school, was almost as bad. But he'd needed to move away, to start earning money for both of them. He had a job at the garage and a flat now. It was Allie's last summer before college (she'd done wonderfully at school, of course). He'd promised she could move in with him while she went to college. Their parents were completely indifferent to the arrangement -Josh couldn't have said for sure they even realised he'd left. And today was the day he'd finally completed the arrangements for her to move in.
Josh drove down the familiar street. He parked outside the family home -a dilapidated semi-detached. Its collapse had been held in check while Josh was there and available for repairs but since he'd moved out, nothing further had ever been done. Josh wondered if, when Allie left, the whole place would just collapse around their parents' ears. He didn't care one way or the other.
His heart sang with excitement although his face was an inscrutable blank. He made his way to the door and rang the bell.
"Allie? I'm here to pick you up."
It was nothing new to him. Every day, he undertook his fifty laps of the swimming pool. Coupled with running and weight-lifting, it was what had given him his lean, taut body, the corded muscles along his arms and legs and the hard, flat planes of his chest. Smooth dark hair fell around a high cheekboned, imperturbable face and watchful, intense blue eyes that gave little of their owner's thoughts away. From his body and his face, he could have been a professional athlete, a soldier, a model or an assassin.
Today was different, though. Today was the day he claimed his stepsister, Allie. He kicked himself off the wall and started out again, bronzed arms cutting effortlessly through the water.
In fact, it took an effort of will to make himself go through his usual routine of exercise. The thought of being able to take her away made him restless, made him want to rush through it all to be able to get to her faster.
Their parents, his father and her mother, weren't, considered dispassionately, actively abusive. His father had tried beating him a couple of times, while drunk, but even as a kid, Josh had never let anyone hit him without hitting them back harder. His father had woken from those couple of drunken stupors with a head more painful than usual, and a strong feeling that he should steer well clear of his strange, silent goddamn kid. And his father had once, just once, tried to slap Allie. Josh had broken his hand.
Josh reached the opposite end, touched off and was slicing through the water.
Josh had always been a loner. Respectable parents urged their children away from the son of the notorious, alcoholic bully. Josh had learned early on that nobody would take care of you, that nobody could be relied on but yourself. He had grown up into a strong, self-reliant and quiet boy who never smiled and never spoke about his feelings at all.
One more lap.
Then his father had come home one morning, after disappearing for three days without a word, with a woman and her daughter, whom Josh was introduced to as Alison, 'his new sister'. Hardly the first time that his father had taken up with some woman and it couldn't have been expected to last. But Josh had resolved there and then that this disoriented, confused little girl would not be the latest victim of his father's carelessness and ineptitude, of his father's lazy spite and his father's addictions.
Josh pulled himself out of the water in one smooth movement, droplets of water cascading from his smooth, tanned skin. He lay on the platform for a moment.
Josh and Allie had been inseparable. Josh had made sure that Allie lacked for nothing. On nights when the two alleged adults of the household got drunk and threw words and objects at each other, he let her curl up in his bed. He went over her homework with her, and worked an after-school job to buy her the schoolbooks she needed. He didn't make very much money, but it was enough to make sure that she got something, every birthday and Christmas. Until she got wise to the trick, he pretended the presents were from her mother. Allie had always talked about them getting married some day and he'd gone along with it, calling her his little sweetheart. It was harmless, and a way of getting through it all. Josh didn't think he'd saved Allie. Allie had saved him.
He dried himself and pulled on his clothes, then headed out to the parking lot.
He hadn't wanted to move out. He was fairly sure that his father wouldn't try anything again (and made doubly sure with a quiet conversation with the old man one night) but the neglect Allie would suffer, in her all-important last year of school, was almost as bad. But he'd needed to move away, to start earning money for both of them. He had a job at the garage and a flat now. It was Allie's last summer before college (she'd done wonderfully at school, of course). He'd promised she could move in with him while she went to college. Their parents were completely indifferent to the arrangement -Josh couldn't have said for sure they even realised he'd left. And today was the day he'd finally completed the arrangements for her to move in.
Josh drove down the familiar street. He parked outside the family home -a dilapidated semi-detached. Its collapse had been held in check while Josh was there and available for repairs but since he'd moved out, nothing further had ever been done. Josh wondered if, when Allie left, the whole place would just collapse around their parents' ears. He didn't care one way or the other.
His heart sang with excitement although his face was an inscrutable blank. He made his way to the door and rang the bell.
"Allie? I'm here to pick you up."
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