Uncovering You: The Contract

Chapter Eight

(Present day)

My eyes shoot open in the dark.

Paul rescued me? No. No, that can’t be right.

Falling into that cellar was a defining moment of my young life, because I saved myself. I remember building the dirt pile. It’s been a long time since I thought about it, but I was always certain that I was the one who got myself out.

Paul never gave two shits about me. That’s what my mother hammered into my head when we moved away a few weeks after that summer. He didn’t give two shits about me, or her.

But… could I have repressed the true memory of my rescue? Could I have made myself believe that my escape plan worked after what my mother told me about him?

Why? Why would she lie?

Childhood memories are always tricky. But, I remember that my mom started drinking later that year. Right when I turned thirteen. And when she drank, she always talked about Paul.

Alcohol was the catalyst that deteriorated my relationship with my mother. Could her regret over leaving him, coupled with the booze, have driven her to deceive me?

Not that any of it matters now. There is no Paul to pull me out of this hole. I have only myself.

If the most comforting memory I have is false, what hope do I cling to now?

I fold my hands under my head and lie on the floor. The cold tiles leech away my body heat. The only thing to do now is wait.