Beautiful Secrets (Cranksepticeye Fanfiction)

~2.11~ Lollipop Girl

Jack and I were still swaying to the music when Mark elbowed his way through the crowd. "Hey, man, I've been looking for you everywhere." Mark bent over and put his hands on his knees for a second, trying to catch his breath.
"Where's the fire?"
Mark looked worried, which was unusual for a guy who spent most of his time trying to figure out how to hook up and hide from his mom at the same time. "It's your dad. He's up on the balcony of Fallen Soldiers, in his pajamas."
According to the South Carolina Visitor's Guide, the Fallen Soldiers was a Civil War museum. But really it was just Gaylon Evans' house, which was full of his Civil War memorabilia. Gaylon left his house and his collection to his daughter, Vera, who was so desperate to become a member of the DAR she let Mrs. Fischbach and her cronies restore the house and turn it into Anston's one and only museum.
"Great." Embarrassing me in our house wasn't enough. Now my dad had decided to venture out. Mark looked confused. He probably expected me to be surprised that my dad was wandering around in his pajamas. He had no idea that this was an everyday occurrence. I realized how little Mark actually knew about my life these days, considering he was my best friend - my only friend.
"Ethan, he's out on the balcony, like he's gonna jump."
I couldn't move. I heard what he was saying, but I couldn't react. Lately, I was ashamed of my dad. But I still loved him, crazy or not, and I couldn't lose him. He was the only parent I had left.
Ethan, are you okay?
I looked at Jack, at those blue eyes full of concern. Tonight, I could lose him, too. I could lose them both.
"Ethan, did you hear me?"
Ethan, you have to go. It's going to be okay.
"Come on, man!" Mark was pulling me. The rock star was gone. Now he was just my best friend, trying to save me from myself. But I couldn't save Jack.
I'm not going to leave you here. Not by yourself.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Larkin coming toward us. He had untangled himself from Emily for a minute. "Larkin!"
"Yeah, what's up?" He seemed to sense something was going on, and actually looked concerned, for a guy whose general expression was disinterest.
"I need you to take Jack back to the house."
"Why?"
"Just promise you'll take him back to the house."
"Ethan, I'll be fine. Just go!" Jack was pushing me toward Mark. He looked as scared as I felt. But I didn't move.
"Yeah, man. I'll take him back right now."
Mark gave me a final jerk, and we were tearing through the crowd. Because we both knew I might be a few minutes away from having two dead parents.

We ran through the overgrown fields of Ravenwood, toward the road and the Fallen Soldiers. The air was already thick with smoke from the mortar, compliments of the Battle of Homey Hill, and every few seconds you could hear a round of rifle fire. The evening campaign was in full force. We were getting close to the edge of Ravenwood Plantation, where Ravenwood ended and Greenbrier began. I could see the yellow ropes that marked the Safe Zone, glowing in the darkness.
What if we were too late?
The Fallen Soldiers was dark. Mark and I took the steps two at a time, trying to get up four flights as quickly as possible. When we got to the third landing, instinctively, I stopped. Mark sensed it, the same way he sensed when I was going to pass the ball when I was trying to run out the clock, and stopped alongside me. "He's up here."
But I couldn't move. Mark could read my face. He knew what I was afraid of. He had stood next to me at my mom's funeral, passing out all those white carnations for folks to put on her coffin while my dad stared at the grave like we were dead, too.
"What if . . . what if he already jumped?"
"No way. I left Rid with him. She'd never let that happen." The floor felt like it dropped out from under me.
If she used her power on you, and she told you to jump off a cliff - you'd jump.
I pushed past Mark, up the stairs, and scanned the hallway. All the doors were shut, except one. Moonlight spilled onto the perfectly stained pine floorboards.
"He's in there," Mark said, but I already knew that.
When I entered the room, it was like going back in time. The DAR had really done their job in here. There was a huge stone fireplace at one end, with a long wooden mantle, lined with tapered wax candles, dripping as they burned. The eyes of fallen Confederates stared back from the sepia portraits hanging on the wall, and across from the fireplace was an antique four-poster bed. But something was out of place, disrupting the authenticity. It was the smell, musky and sweet. Too sweet. A mix of danger and innocence, even though Ridley was anything but innocent.
Ridley was standing next to the open balcony doors, her blond hair twisting in the wind. The doors were thrown open, and the dusty, billowy drapes were blowing into the room, like they had been forced inside by a rush of air. Like he had already jumped.
"I found him," Mark called to Ridley, catching his breath again.
"I can see that. How's it goin', Short Straw?" Ridley smiled her sickly sweet smile. It made me want to simultaneously smile back and throw up.
I walked over to the doors slowly, afraid he might not be out there. But he was. Standing on the narrow ledge, on the wrong side of the railing, in his flannel pajamas and bare feet.
"Dad! Don't move."
Ducks. There were mallard ducks on his pajamas, which seemed out of place, considering he might be about to jump off a building.
"Don't come any closer, Ethan. Or I'll jump." He sounded lucid, determined, and clearer than he had in months. He almost sounded like my dad again. That's how I knew it wasn't really him talking, at least, not on his own. Thus was all Ridley, the Power of Persuasion in overdrive.
"Dad, you don't want to do that. Let me help you." I took a few steps toward him.
"Stop right there!" He shouted, holding his hand out in front of him to make his point.
"You don't want his help, do you, Mitchell? You just want some peace. You just want to see Lila again." Ridley was leaning against the wall, her lollipop poised and ready.
"Don't say my mother's name, witch!"
"Rid, what are you doing?" Mark was standing in the doorway.
"Stay out of this, Shrinky Dink. You're way out of your league here."
I stepped in front of Ridley, putting myself between her and my dad as if my body could somehow deflect her power. "Ridley, why are you doing this? He has nothing to do with Jack or me. If you want to hurt me, hurt me. Just leave my dad out of it."
She threw her head back and laughed, a sultry and wicked sound. "I could care less about hurting you, Short Straw. I'm just doing my job. It's nothing personal."
My blood ran cold.
Her job.
"You're doing this for Sarafine."
"Come on, Short Straw, what did you expect? You saw how my uncle treats me. The whole family thing, not really an option for me right now."
"Rid, what are talking about? Who's Sarafine?" Mark walked toward her. She looked at him. For a second, I thought I saw something pass across Ridley's face, just a flicker, but something real. Something that looked almost like genuine emotion.
But Ridley shook it off, and as quickly as it came, it was gone. "I think you want to go back to the party, don't you, Shrinky Dink? The band is warming up for the second set. Remember, we're recording this show for your new demo. I'm going to take it around to some of the labels in New York, myself," she purred , staring intently at him. Mark looked uncertain, like maybe he did want to go back to the party, but he wasn't sure.
"Dad, listen to me. You don't want to do this. She's controlling you. She can influence people, it's what she does. Mom would never want you to do this." I watched for some sign that my words were registering, that he was listening. But there was nothing. He just stared into the darkness. You could hear the sound if bayonets clashing and the battle cries of middle-aged men in the distance.
"Mitchell, you have nothing to live for anymore. You've lost your wife, you can't write anymore, and Ethan will be going to college in a few years. Why don't you ask him about the shoebox full if college brochures under his bed? You'll be all alone."
"Shut up!"
Ridley turned to face me, unwrapping a cherry lollipop. "I'm sorry about this, Short Straw. I really am. But everyone has a part to play, and this is mine. Your dad is going to have a little accident tonight. Just like your mom did."
"What did you say?" I knew Mark was talking, but I couldn't hear his voice. I couldn't hear anything but what she had just said, replaying over and over in my head.
Just like your mom did.
"Did you kill my mother?" I started advancing. I didn't care what kind of powers she had. If she'd killed my mother . . .
"Settle down, big boy. That was a little before my time."
"Ethan, what's going on?" Mark was beside me
"She's not what she seems, man. She's . . ." I didn't know how to explain it so Mark would understand. "She's a Siren. It's like a witch. And she's been controlling you just like she's controlling my dad right now."
Mark started to laugh. "A witch. You're losing it, man."
I didn't take my eyes off Ridley. She smiled and ran her fingers through Mark's hair. "Come on baby, you know you love a bad girl."
I had no idea what she was capable of, but after her little demonstration at Ravenwood, I knew she could kill any one of us. I should never have treated her like she was just some harmless party girl. I was in over my head. I was only just beginning to realize how far.
Mark looked from her to me. He didn't know what to believe.
"I'm not kidding, Mark. I should have told you sooner, but I swear I'm telling the truth. Why else would she be trying to kill my father?"
Mark started to pace. He didn't beleive me. He probably thought I was going crazy. It sounded crazy to me, even as I was saying it. "Ridley, is that true? Have you been using some kinda power on me this whole time?"
"If you want to split hairs."
My dad ket go of the railing with one hand. He extended his arm like he was trying to balance on a tightrope.
"Dad, don't do it!"
"Rid, don't do this." Mark was walking toward her, slowly . I could hear the chain from his wallet jingling.
"Didn't you hear what your friend said? I'm a witch. A bad one." She took off her shades, revealing those violet feline eyes. I could hear Mark's breath catch in his throat, as if he was really seeing her for the first time. But only for a second.
"Maybe you are, but you aren't all bad. I know that. We've spent time together. We've shared things."
"That was part if the plan, Hot Rod. I needed an in, so I could stay close to Jack."
Mark's face dropped. Whatever Ridley had done to him, whatever she had Cast, his feelings were bigger than that. "So it was all crap? I don't beleive you."
"Beleive what you want, it's the truth. As close to the truth as I'm capable of, anyway."
I watched my dad shift his weight, his free arm swaying up and down. It seemed like he was trying to test his wings, to see if he could fly. A few feet away, an artillery shell hit the ground outside and a spray of dirt bust into the air.
"What about everything you told me about you and Jack growing up together? How you tow were like siblings? Why would you want to hurt him?" Something passed over her face. I wasn't sure, but it almost looked like regret. Was that possible?
"It's not up to me. I'm not the one calling the shots. Like I said, this is my job. Get Ethan away from Jack. I've got nothing against the guy, but his mind is weak. You know, one biscuit short of a picnic." She licked her lollipop. "He was just an easy target."
Get Ethan away from Jack.
This whole thing was a diversion to separate us. I could hear Aerlia's voice as clearly as if she was still kneeling over me.
It's not the house that protects him. No Caster can come between them.
How could I have been so stupid? It wasn't a question of whether or not I had some kind of power. It was never about me. It was about us.
The power was what was between us, what had always been between us. Finding each other on Route 9 in the rain. Turning the same way at the fork in the road. It didn't take a Binding Cast to keep us together. Now that they had managed to separate us, I was powerless. And Jack was alone, on the night he needed me the most.
I couldn't think clearly. I was out of time, and I wasn't going to lose one more person I loved. I ran toward my dad, and even though it was just a few feet, it felt like I was running through quicksand. I saw Ridley step forward, her hair twisting in the wind like Medusa's whole head of snakes.
I saw Mark step forward and grab her shoulder. "Rid, don't do it."
For a split second, I didn't know what was going to happen. I saw everything in slow motion.
My dad turned back to look at me.
I saw him let go of the railing.
I saw Ridley's pink and blond strands twisting.
And I saw Mark standing in front of her, staring into those violet eyes, whispering something I couldn't hear. She looked at Mark, and without another word, her lollipop went sailing over the railing. I watched it arc down to the ground below, exploding like shrapnel. It was over.
As quickly as my father had turned away from the railing, he turned back toward it, toward me. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him forward, over the railing and onto the balcony floor. He fell in a crumpled heap, and lay there looking at me like a frightened child.
"Thank you, Ridley. I mean, whatever that was. Thanks."
"I don't want your thanks," she sneered , pulling away frm Mark and adjusting the strap of her top. "I didn't do either of you a favor. I just didn't feel like killing him. Today."
She tried to sound menacing, but she ended up just sounding childish. She twirled a pink strand of hair. "Though that's not gonna make some people too happy." She didn't have to say who, but I could see the fear in her eyes. For a second, I could see how much of her persona was just an act. Smoke and mirrors.
Despite everything, even now, as I tried to pull my father to his feet, I felt sorry for her. Ridley could have any guy on the planet, and yet all I could see was how alone she was. She wasn't nearly as strong as Jack, not inside.
Jack.
Jack, are you okay?
I'm fine. What's wrong?
I looked at my father. He couldn't keep his eyes open, and he was having trouble standing.
Nothing. Are you with Larkin?Are
Yes, we're headed back to Ravenwood. Is your dad okay?
He's fine. I'll explain when I get there.
I slid my arm under my dad's shoulder, while Mark grabbed his other side.
Stay with Larkin, and get back inside with your family. You're not safe alone.
Before we could even take a step, Ridley sauntered by us, back across the threshold. "Sorry boys. I gotta jet, maybe head back to New York for a while, lay low. It's cool." She shrugged.
Even though she was a monster, Mark couldn't help but watch her go. "Hey, Rid?"
She stopped and turned to look at him, almost ruefully. Like she couldn't help what she was any more than a shark could help being a shark, but if she could . . .
"Yeah, Shrinky Dink?"
"You're not all bad."
She looked right at him and almost smiled. "You know what they say. Maybe I'm drawn that way."