Page 41 of Reckless Girls
Now she places a hand on his chest, pushing herself up to look in his eyes. “What are you talking about?”
Nodding, Jake skims a hand over her bare back. “In case you haven’t noticed, she’s always here, and this house is never all that clean, petal.”
That makes sense, even as it curdles something in Eliza’s stomach. There’s something so… pathetic about it. Being the side piece to a rich guy, always at his beck and call.
But Eliza won’t realize just how pathetic it is until that night in April when her mother doesn’t come home.
At first, it doesn’t really worry her—she likes having the house to herself, figures her mum is off with Mr. Kelly again. When the phone rings, she has no premonition of how much her life is about to change.
The first thing she hears is Mum sniffling. “Oh, baby,” her mum says. “Oh baby, I am so sorry.”
The story comes rushing out then. How she was just “popping down to London for the afternoon,” and got stopped at Kings Cross, how the little carryall bag she brought with her just happened to be full of three kilos of cocaine, and now she’s sitting in a jail in London, and she’s calling Mr. Kelly to see if he can post bail, but he’s not picking up, so she’s not sure when she’ll be home.
“Mum,” Eliza says, her voice a croak, her whole body going hot and cold at the same time. “You have to tell them the drugs are his. Because they are, right? He made you take them to London?”
“Jack had nothing to do with this,” her mum says, and Eliza scoffs even though she’s crying.
“Right, because you just got three kilos of coke on your own,and then just decided to carry them with you to London. Mum, please!”
Her mum’s voice is so soft when she answers, so tired. “It won’t matter anyway.”
It doesn’t. Her mum never comes back from London, sentenced to ten years for trafficking with the intent to sell. She never once mentions Jack Kelly’s name, pleads guilty, and is swallowed up by the system.
Her last night in the village, the night before her mum’s sister will take her off to Essex, Eliza sees Jake one final time. After her mum’s arrest, she’s stayed away from him, him and his whole bloody family, but she knows they’re going back to Australia soon, and she thinks about it all the time, him and his father—his fucking father—in some other big house, able to start over clean and fresh whenever they want or need.
She sits there in his car, her eyes stinging with how much she’s cried, her tissues crumpled in her hand, and he lights a joint, offering her a hit.
She doesn’t take it, the idea of drugs abhorrent to her now. She’s vowed to never touch any of it again.
Jake only shrugs, sucking the blue smoke into his lungs, exhaling it into the car, and Eliza feels slightly dizzy.
“It’s all just so unfair,” she says now.
“Fucking way of it, isn’t it?” Jake replies easily, and Eliza looks at him.
He’s so handsome, caught in the orange glow of the streetlight, and she suddenly understands that men like Jake’s father—men like Jake himself—will get away with this forever.
Eliza thought she had worked out the secret, but it’s nothing compared to this secret brotherhood of men.
“I guess,” she says, and what she thinks is,But it doesn’t have to be.
It won’t be for me.
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