PetalsGenre: YA
Release Date: March 15th 2017
Skyrocket Press
Some
memories refuse to stay buried…
On Christmas Eve, a horrific car accident leaves Carly Perez without a mom. After a year of surgeries and counseling, Carly’s life is nearly back to normal—except for the monsters—vague, twisted images from the accident that plague her dreams. When her father insists on spending their first Christmas alone in Guatemala with a slew of relatives Carly has never met, she is far from thrilled, but she reluctantly boards the plane anyway.
That’s where she first spots the man with the scarred face. She could swear she has seen him before. But when? Where?
In Reu, the Guatemalan town where her father grew up, Carly meets Miguel, her attractive step-cousin, and thinks maybe vacation won’t be a total waste after all. Though she is drawn to him, Carly’s past holds her back—memories that refuse to be forgotten, and a secret about the accident that remains buried in her subconscious. And everywhere she turns, the man with the scarred face is there, driving that unwelcome secret to the surface.
In sixty seconds, Mom
would be dead.
would be dead.
We’re driving down
Telegraph Highway, the two of us, a wrapped gift box on my lap. It is
rectangular, maybe fifteen inches tall, in red foil paper with a white bow on
top. We were lucky to find the drug store still open on Christmas Eve.
Telegraph Highway, the two of us, a wrapped gift box on my lap. It is
rectangular, maybe fifteen inches tall, in red foil paper with a white bow on
top. We were lucky to find the drug store still open on Christmas Eve.
Mom is pleased. She’s
humming along with the radio, which is playing a lively fifties holiday song. Her
thumbs tap out the tune on the steering wheel. Her car keys sway in the
ignition, jingling like bells.
humming along with the radio, which is playing a lively fifties holiday song. Her
thumbs tap out the tune on the steering wheel. Her car keys sway in the
ignition, jingling like bells.
Outside, the sky is
dark. Through the storm, the road ahead looks like a long tunnel.
dark. Through the storm, the road ahead looks like a long tunnel.
Snow is falling.
It happens so fast there
is no time to react. Bright lights hurtle toward us on our side of the road.
Mom’s arms brace against the wheel. She thrusts her foot against the brake, but
the road is slick with ice. The car swerves.
is no time to react. Bright lights hurtle toward us on our side of the road.
Mom’s arms brace against the wheel. She thrusts her foot against the brake, but
the road is slick with ice. The car swerves.
I hear a car horn
blaring. I hear the crunch of metal, the pop of glass shattering. A powerful
force shoves me against the car door as everything suddenly whirls in the wrong
direction. I feel pain. I scream.
blaring. I hear the crunch of metal, the pop of glass shattering. A powerful
force shoves me against the car door as everything suddenly whirls in the wrong
direction. I feel pain. I scream.
And then it’s over.
When I blink open my eyes,
everything is white.
everything is white.
Snow is falling.
CHAPTER ONE
His was the sort of face
you couldn’t forget—yet somehow, I had.
you couldn’t forget—yet somehow, I had.
I was slumped in a
chair, blocking out the airport racket with my music and a pair of ear buds,
when I first spotted him slipping quarters into a vending machine. His faded
gray coveralls looked completely out of place amid the crowd of holiday
travelers, and I wondered if he was an airport janitor or some kind of
repairman. But it was his face that sent the jolt of recognition through me.
His brown skin was disfigured with long, deep scars, as though shriveled by the
sun like a raisin. I knew this man, the way I’d know a song by hearing the
first notes of a melody. But where had I met him? I couldn’t remember.
chair, blocking out the airport racket with my music and a pair of ear buds,
when I first spotted him slipping quarters into a vending machine. His faded
gray coveralls looked completely out of place amid the crowd of holiday
travelers, and I wondered if he was an airport janitor or some kind of
repairman. But it was his face that sent the jolt of recognition through me.
His brown skin was disfigured with long, deep scars, as though shriveled by the
sun like a raisin. I knew this man, the way I’d know a song by hearing the
first notes of a melody. But where had I met him? I couldn’t remember.
“Are you all right,
Carly?” Dad closed his Grisham novel and patted my hand. He was a handsome man,
with cocoa-colored eyes and short black hair, completely at home in khaki
Dockers and a polo tee.
Carly?” Dad closed his Grisham novel and patted my hand. He was a handsome man,
with cocoa-colored eyes and short black hair, completely at home in khaki
Dockers and a polo tee.
“I’m fine,” I
said. But I didn’t feel fine. A wave of hot prickles crawled under my skin,
like they did whenever I was somewhere I didn’t want to be. Dad meant well, but
the truth was that I was still angry at him for guilting me into this trip.
said. But I didn’t feel fine. A wave of hot prickles crawled under my skin,
like they did whenever I was somewhere I didn’t want to be. Dad meant well, but
the truth was that I was still angry at him for guilting me into this trip.
The loudspeaker in our
terminal crackled, and a woman’s nasally voice called our flight. I rolled up
the magazine I hadn’t read and tucked it into my jacket pocket along with my
phone. Then Dad and I got in line. Once on board, I slipped my art box (my only
carry-on) into the overhead compartment and shut the cover. Dad settled in at
the window, so I dropped into the aisle seat.
terminal crackled, and a woman’s nasally voice called our flight. I rolled up
the magazine I hadn’t read and tucked it into my jacket pocket along with my
phone. Then Dad and I got in line. Once on board, I slipped my art box (my only
carry-on) into the overhead compartment and shut the cover. Dad settled in at
the window, so I dropped into the aisle seat.
The other passengers
continued to board. They moved slowly, a trail of human ants doped up on
Dramamine, waiting for the inevitable deep sleep of late night air travel. I
tried to imagine what secret lives they might be living, like mail carrier by
day, stripper by night or something.
continued to board. They moved slowly, a trail of human ants doped up on
Dramamine, waiting for the inevitable deep sleep of late night air travel. I
tried to imagine what secret lives they might be living, like mail carrier by
day, stripper by night or something.
Then he got on.
My stomach lurched. Go
to the back of the plane, I thought, as if summoning some latent power deep
within my psyche. I read this e-book once on mental magic, about how our
thoughts influence the world around us. I tried to move a paperclip just by
thinking about it. It didn’t work, but that didn’t stop me from trying to will
Raisin Face into sitting as far from me as possible. Instead, he took the seat
directly across the aisle from me.
to the back of the plane, I thought, as if summoning some latent power deep
within my psyche. I read this e-book once on mental magic, about how our
thoughts influence the world around us. I tried to move a paperclip just by
thinking about it. It didn’t work, but that didn’t stop me from trying to will
Raisin Face into sitting as far from me as possible. Instead, he took the seat
directly across the aisle from me.
Dad and I sat in silence
while the plane taxied down the runway. I leaned over Dad to look out the
window. As the plane nosed its way into themidnight sky, I stared,
mesmerized as the lights of Los Angeles spread out below me. The city from this
vantage point was astoundingly beautiful, like a giant Christmas tree. My town,
three hours north of Los Angeles, didn’t even have a regular traffic signal. It
was snowing there when we had left that afternoon. I couldn’t believe I’d
missed our first real snow day of the season.
while the plane taxied down the runway. I leaned over Dad to look out the
window. As the plane nosed its way into themidnight sky, I stared,
mesmerized as the lights of Los Angeles spread out below me. The city from this
vantage point was astoundingly beautiful, like a giant Christmas tree. My town,
three hours north of Los Angeles, didn’t even have a regular traffic signal. It
was snowing there when we had left that afternoon. I couldn’t believe I’d
missed our first real snow day of the season.
After a few minutes in
the air, the lights disappeared, blocked by cloud cover. It was so dark outside
I could see my face in the glass. I squinted at the reflection staring back at
me, narrow bronze features framed by long, brown hair topped by a white halo.
the air, the lights disappeared, blocked by cloud cover. It was so dark outside
I could see my face in the glass. I squinted at the reflection staring back at
me, narrow bronze features framed by long, brown hair topped by a white halo.
“You can take off your
hat now,” Dad joked. “The sun went down hours ago.”
hat now,” Dad joked. “The sun went down hours ago.”
The hat, cotton canvas
with a floppy brim, had been a gift from my mom.
with a floppy brim, had been a gift from my mom.
“I like my hat,” I
replied, tugging it tighter onto my head.
replied, tugging it tighter onto my head.
“Reminds me of
Gilligan’s Island. You know. That old TV show?” Dad hummed the show’s theme
song and took a pitiful stab at the lyrics. “A three-hour tour. A three-hour
tour.” He looked pleadingly at me as though expecting me to chime in.
Gilligan’s Island. You know. That old TV show?” Dad hummed the show’s theme
song and took a pitiful stab at the lyrics. “A three-hour tour. A three-hour
tour.” He looked pleadingly at me as though expecting me to chime in.
I settled back into my
seat.
seat.
“Never mind,” he said,
giving up.
giving up.
It was well past midnight by
the time the plane reached cruising altitude. The flight attendant came by,
offering drinks. I accepted a plastic cup filled with Coke and ice.
the time the plane reached cruising altitude. The flight attendant came by,
offering drinks. I accepted a plastic cup filled with Coke and ice.
“Peanuts?” she asked
with a pasted-on smile. There was a swath of red lipstick on her teeth, and I
wondered if I should do the polite thing and point it out to her. I curled back
my lips like an orangutan, but her expression didn’t change. So, I pointed to
my teeth. The skin between the attendant’s eyebrows creased. A possible sign of
intelligence?
with a pasted-on smile. There was a swath of red lipstick on her teeth, and I
wondered if I should do the polite thing and point it out to her. I curled back
my lips like an orangutan, but her expression didn’t change. So, I pointed to
my teeth. The skin between the attendant’s eyebrows creased. A possible sign of
intelligence?
Dad sipped his drink. “This
trip won’t be so bad,” he said.
trip won’t be so bad,” he said.
“I already told you, I
don’t want to talk about it,” I replied, and I didn’t. What I wanted was to
spend the next three weeks in my own house sleeping in my own bed. Why did I
agree to come on this trip? I could have chained myself to the tree in our
front yard in protest, but then Dad would either have cancelled the trip and
spent our entire vacation making me feel guilty about it, or I would have
starved to death like a neglected Rottweiler. In either case, I really didn’t
have much of a choice.
don’t want to talk about it,” I replied, and I didn’t. What I wanted was to
spend the next three weeks in my own house sleeping in my own bed. Why did I
agree to come on this trip? I could have chained myself to the tree in our
front yard in protest, but then Dad would either have cancelled the trip and
spent our entire vacation making me feel guilty about it, or I would have
starved to death like a neglected Rottweiler. In either case, I really didn’t
have much of a choice.
“I know you were mad,”
Dad continued, “but you’re over it now, aren’t you?”
Dad continued, “but you’re over it now, aren’t you?”
No, Dad. I am not over
it.
it.
I scratched at my front
tooth. The attendant blinked twice.
tooth. The attendant blinked twice.
“Peanuts?” she asked
again.
again.
Dad accepted a bag. Then
she turned to me, expectantly. I gave her an exaggerated grin. If she wouldn’t
get the hint about the lipstick, couldn’t she at least wipe that
mannequin-esque smile off her face? I was not normally so critical of people,
but this whole situation had set me on edge.
she turned to me, expectantly. I gave her an exaggerated grin. If she wouldn’t
get the hint about the lipstick, couldn’t she at least wipe that
mannequin-esque smile off her face? I was not normally so critical of people,
but this whole situation had set me on edge.
“No thanks,” I told the
attendant. “Peanuts give me the runs.”
attendant. “Peanuts give me the runs.”
That did it. Her smile
morphed into a slightly unpleasant expression.
morphed into a slightly unpleasant expression.
Dad choked on his drink.
“Carly!”
“Carly!”
“What?” I said as the
attendant moved on to the next passenger. “I’m allergic.”
attendant moved on to the next passenger. “I’m allergic.”
“Since when?”
“Since you dragged me
onto this plane and ruined my plans for winter break, that’s when.”
onto this plane and ruined my plans for winter break, that’s when.”
Dad opened his nuts,
picked one out, and rolled it around his tongue to suck off the salt. Then he
crushed it between his front teeth.
picked one out, and rolled it around his tongue to suck off the salt. Then he
crushed it between his front teeth.
“Trust me, Carly. You’ll
love Guatemala,” he said. He was relentless. “It won’t be so bad, spending
Christmas there.” He poured the rest of the nuts into his mouth and chewed.
love Guatemala,” he said. He was relentless. “It won’t be so bad, spending
Christmas there.” He poured the rest of the nuts into his mouth and chewed.
Personally, I had
serious doubts about spending nearly a month in a third world country where
half the people lived in mud huts.
serious doubts about spending nearly a month in a third world country where
half the people lived in mud huts.
“It’s a great place,”
Dad continued. “Lush jungles, ancient ruins, coconuts—”
Dad continued. “Lush jungles, ancient ruins, coconuts—”
Malaria, sauna-like
heat, amoebas—
heat, amoebas—
“All I ask is that you
give it a chance, Carly. Give them a chance.”
give it a chance, Carly. Give them a chance.”
Them. The so-called
family I never knew. For all my seventeen years, they had been nothing more
than pictures on the mantle. Dad rarely spoke of them, so why he chose our
first Christmas without Mom to change the status quo was beyond me.
family I never knew. For all my seventeen years, they had been nothing more
than pictures on the mantle. Dad rarely spoke of them, so why he chose our
first Christmas without Mom to change the status quo was beyond me.
“Why did I have to
come?” I asked, my frustration piquing. “I’m old enough to man the house while
you’re away. I can take care of myself.”
come?” I asked, my frustration piquing. “I’m old enough to man the house while
you’re away. I can take care of myself.”
“We already went over
this, Carly. They want to meet you. It’s important to me that they do.”
this, Carly. They want to meet you. It’s important to me that they do.”
“If they’re so
important, then why haven’t you seen them in two decades?” I didn’t expect an
answer. I just wanted to get Dad off my back. But instead, he shrugged his
shoulders and gave me an apologetic grin.
important, then why haven’t you seen them in two decades?” I didn’t expect an
answer. I just wanted to get Dad off my back. But instead, he shrugged his
shoulders and gave me an apologetic grin.
“Let’s just say we had
our differences,” he said.
our differences,” he said.
The flight attendant
returned, this time offering a pillow. She was still smiling. At least the red
mark on her teeth was gone.
returned, this time offering a pillow. She was still smiling. At least the red
mark on her teeth was gone.
I took the pillow and
arranged it behind my neck. Dad took one as well, tucking it behind his head. I
should have been glad to finally have some quiet time to myself, but curiosity
got the better of me. I leaned over and whispered.
arranged it behind my neck. Dad took one as well, tucking it behind his head. I
should have been glad to finally have some quiet time to myself, but curiosity
got the better of me. I leaned over and whispered.
“What differences?”
“Go to sleep,” said Dad.
“What differences?” I
asked again.
asked again.
“Carly, it’s almost one
in the morning. Even if you’re not tired, I am. Let me get some sleep. Okay?”
in the morning. Even if you’re not tired, I am. Let me get some sleep. Okay?”
I looked around and
realized that most of the other passengers had already dozed off.
realized that most of the other passengers had already dozed off.
“Do you need your
pills?” Dad asked.
pills?” Dad asked.
I shook my head. “If I
take them now, I’ll be a zombie when we arrive.”
take them now, I’ll be a zombie when we arrive.”
Although, maybe
Guatemala won’t seem so bad if I’m in a drugged-out stupor.
Guatemala won’t seem so bad if I’m in a drugged-out stupor.
“Night, Carly,” said
Dad. Five minutes later, he was snoring.
Dad. Five minutes later, he was snoring.
Across the aisle, Raisin
Face had a magazine open on his lap. He licked his thumb before turning each
page. I didn’t realize I was staring until he turned abruptly to look at me.
Our eyes locked, and in that sliver of a moment, my heart threatened to explode
right out of my ribcage. I broke away from his gaze and jerked opened my own
magazine, pretending to be absorbed in it.
Face had a magazine open on his lap. He licked his thumb before turning each
page. I didn’t realize I was staring until he turned abruptly to look at me.
Our eyes locked, and in that sliver of a moment, my heart threatened to explode
right out of my ribcage. I broke away from his gaze and jerked opened my own
magazine, pretending to be absorbed in it.
When my heart returned
to its normal rhythm, I set the magazine aside, turned on my music, and leaned
back against the pillow. I closed my eyes, but thoughts kept racing through my
head. I wanted to look at him again, to study his face and give my brain time
to place him.
to its normal rhythm, I set the magazine aside, turned on my music, and leaned
back against the pillow. I closed my eyes, but thoughts kept racing through my
head. I wanted to look at him again, to study his face and give my brain time
to place him.
Is he watching me? I
wondered. Does he recognize me too?
wondered. Does he recognize me too?
After a while, I started
to relax. Oblivion was calling, but I desperately clung to consciousness, like
a mountain climber gripping a rock by her fingernails while dangling above a
precipice. The fall was inevitable, but I strained to hold on. It wasn’t that I
had trouble sleeping, but the pills kept the monsters at bay.
to relax. Oblivion was calling, but I desperately clung to consciousness, like
a mountain climber gripping a rock by her fingernails while dangling above a
precipice. The fall was inevitable, but I strained to hold on. It wasn’t that I
had trouble sleeping, but the pills kept the monsters at bay.
Finally, unable to fight
it any longer, I surrendered. Falling into sleep, I struggled to recall just
where I had seen that man’s face before.
it any longer, I surrendered. Falling into sleep, I struggled to recall just
where I had seen that man’s face before.
About the Author
Laurisa White Reyes is the author of the 2016 Spark Award winning novel The Storytellers, as well as The Celestine Chronicles and The Crystal Keeper series. She
lives in Southern California where she teaches English at College of the
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