TITLE: Sacred Heart Academy - Ch 3 part 2 (Nov 2)
By Amy Davey
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The week that followed was a blur, Liz could not focus on school work and was often caught not paying attention when others were speaking to her. She was glad when the next Saturday arrived, having cleared it with her parents in advance this time, Liz left early for the soft ball game. The team was warming up, Liz could hear the soft pounding of balls hitting gloves as team members tossed them back and forth. A loud crack sent a ball flying over the fence as the school counselor’s daughter took a practice swing. Mr. Kale was discussing the batting order with the referee. Liz took her seat in the same spot she sat the previous weekend and watched the activity before her, while she went over in her head the plan she had devised.
“Please stand for our national anthem.” A loud voice boomed over a make shift speaker system.
The crowd stood and the anthem played loudly “O Canada, our home and native land….”
Liz watched Mr. Kale as she stood singing softly, he had removed his ball cap and was now covering his heart with it while he sang standing in the middle of the field with his team. They were lined up in the dugout facing the crowd and Mr. Kale had obviously told them all to remove their ball caps as many reluctantly did so. When the anthem finished everyone sat, and the game began. The first inning was slow to start and it seemed everyone on both teams were shaking off the rust that had built up over the past week. The East Valley team was obviously getting frustrated, and everyone was testy and short-fused. Mr. Kale however seemed calm and cool, encouraging everyone and attempting to keep the peace in the quickly fraying unity and team spirit. For some odd reason, Liz began to wonder if she was doing the right thing, Mr. Kale seemed a nice person.
Snap out of it! He is destroying your family, and deceiving your Mom, how nice a person can he be?
Liz left the ball field to clear her head, she walked into the school and headed for the bathrooms. Having only been here once, Liz had to try several hallways until she finally found a little blue sign hanging above the door indicating the girl’s washroom was on the other side. Before she entered however, something caught her eye. Beside the bathroom stood an office with the door halfway open, and on the door, a small gold plaque hung with the engraving “Mr. Kale” in bold letters.
“This must be his office!” Liz exclaimed quietly.
She crept to the window and peeked in, it was empty. Liz snuck into the office and soundlessly closed the door. The room was fairly small with only enough room for a small desk and two chairs, one on either side of the desk. The chair behind the desk was slightly larger and quite obviously more comfortable than the one in front of the desk. Small trinkets and picture frames littered the outer edge, while papers stacked in small piles covered the rest of it. She examined the picture frames and found one with a picture of Mr. Kale and what seemed to be his family. There were two small children, both boys, standing in front of him and a lovely woman standing next to him with her arm around his waist.
“What an awful man! He is married, with kids! Who does he think he is? He’s going to wreck two families!” Liz lamented, her need to have revenge on this despicable man was renewed.
She continued to search through the office, feeling vastly better about what she was doing. She came across a lined piece of paper laying in the top drawer of the desk, the only paper in the whole office with scrawled handwriting instead of the typing of a computer. She picked it up and began to read it.
Ryan here are the Ladies’ Phone numbers:
Lucille – 254-7364
Karen – 254-3750
Eloise – 254-2849
Carlyle – (613) 342-7239
As Liz read the names, a sick feeling entered the pit of her stomach. Her brain was trying to compute the meaning of this paper, why did this man have her mother’s name and cell phone number on a piece of paper in his office, along with a number of other women? Something wasn’t right, what was he some kind of womanizer? Was he part of a cult? Did her mom know about all of this? She crumpled the paper in her hands; seething at the thought of this smooth talking liar who had hoodwinked her mom into thinking he was something that he obviously wasn’t, all the while planning to wreck her family.
So wrapped up in her thoughts Liz almost didn’t hear as the door began to creak open. She dove beneath the desk, hoping no one would notice her there. She curled up in a ball as far back in the corner beneath the desk as she could, throwing her hood up and shoving her hands in the pouch of her hooded sweatshirt to keep any skin from showing. Liz’s heart pounded in her ears and her breathing constricted making her feel as if she were choking.
“What’s my picture doing over here?”
Liz panicked, she had forgotten about the picture of his family she had been looking at. She heard footsteps rounding the desk and Mr. Kale began rummaging through the papers that had been stacked in piles. Liz could see his feet and knew he was merely inches from the front of the desk where she sat huddled in the back corner of the opening for the chair. All it would take was for him to sit down in his chair and it would all be over. How would she explain this?
“There it is! The batting order… good, I thought I still had the original.” he exclaimed. He turned towards the door, and then stopped. “Wait…”
Liz almost couldn’t stand it anymore; her heart was pounding so hard she thought she would die. Sweat rolled down her face and her fingers dug into her palms as she waited for the worst. She heard him digging through the piles again, and then… click.
“Remember to phone Sherri after the game and give her directions to my house.” …click.
When she finally heard his footsteps leave the room and close the door, Liz crawled out from under the desk.
What a slimy creep! He’s got another woman coming to his house now too! Someone has to stop him, … I’ll stop him, I’ll show him what it’s like to have someone mess up HIS life and break HIS life into pieces.
She made sure not to leave evidence of her existence as she flew out of the room in a fury. Shutting the door behind her she wheeled around to begin heading after him and almost ran directly into Mrs. Coldwell coming around the corner.
“Oh dear!... Child you almost scared me half to death!” Mrs. Coldwell exclaimed breathlessly. “What were you doing in there?”
Liz looked up like a deer caught in the headlights as she stammered, “uh… I … was just talking to Mr. Kale about joining the team next year.”
“I see, very proactive young lady. You seem like someone who goes after what she wants, I like that.”
All of a sudden, Liz had a brilliant idea, wonderful, horrible, brilliant idea. She broke down, crying uncontrollably.
“Oh my!.. What’s the matter dear?”
“I don’t want to talk about it…” she sobbed. “It’s all my fault…”
“All your fault? What are you talking about child? Is something going on?”
Liz only bawled harder.
“Would you feel more comfortable talking in my office?”
Liz nodded between sobs and was lead down the hall to a small office where the door and blinds were then closed.
“Now dear, it’s alright you can trust me. What’s the matter?”
Liz dramatically reached for the tissues on Mrs. Coldwell’s desk and began dabbing her tear-soaked eyes.
“Take your time honey, its ok, whenever you’re ready.”
She started by taking a long breath, letting it slowly exhale from her lungs and telling herself she was doing the right thing, that he had it coming to him.
“I went to his office to talk to him about joining the team next year like I said. He said he only had one opening on the team, that all the other spaces were filled by girls who were already in it this year. Then …”
Liz stopped and looked at the ground, remembering all those years of acting training her parents had put her into as a kid.
You have to do this Liz; it’s the only way to stop him. For Mom, for our family, it has to be done.
She took a deep breath and paused holding it for a few seconds before letting in out again. She wanted to get the right dramatic effect, and it seemed to be working. She slowly looked up into the eyes of Mrs. Coldwell who was looking back at her with such concern; it seemed she wanted to burst out in sobs herself. Satisfied with the reaction, Liz began again,
“I’m sorry” she choked.
“That’s quite alright honey, please continue when you feel you can.” Mrs. Coldwell said leaning over to put a reassuring hand on Liz’s wrist but then removing it when Liz glanced down with an uneasy look.
“He told me if I wanted to try out that I would have to show him that I wanted it really badly…”and with that she began to break down with tears streaking her face and pooling on the cold cement floor of the office. She was barely audible now to the point where Mrs. Coldwell had to lean as close as she could to hear her. Still crying and sniffling she continued, “… he put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me close to him… he said he just wanted to relax me…
“Oh dear…” Mrs. Coldwell exclaimed quietly.
“I didn’t know what to do, but I was cornered… I couldn’t get away…I feel so dirty…”She began sobbing uncontrollably and Mrs. Coldwell circled the desk this time to scoop her up in her arms. Liz fell into her embrace soaking her shoulder in tears.
“Oh my,” was all Mrs. Coldwell seemed able to say.
After a few minutes of continued body racking sobs Liz broached the subject that was the pinnacle of her plan for revenge.
“I know I should tell the police, but I don’t think I can handle something like that, and I don’t want him to know I told anyone.”
“Oh but dear, you must… what if he tries to do this to someone else?”
“I know, I keep thinking that too. But no one would believe me anyway.”
“Of course they would dear, and I can come with you and tell them what I saw too”
“You would do that for me?”
“Of course I will, I’ll be right back, I’ll just have my husband take Sheri home.”
When Mrs. Coldwell had left the room closing the door behind her, Liz slumped back in the chair exhausted from her performance. She was satisfied that he would get the justice he deserved, but something in the back of her mind was telling her she had become something horrible. The feeling made her sick to her stomach, but she pushed it back down and covered it up.
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