No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature. Good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this; the only right is what is after my constitution, the only wrong what is against it. –Ralph Waldo Emerson
I
It was her secret.
Allyssa Daniels was staring at her older brother Carter, as she had been for weeks, wanting to say it, anger and shame holding her tongue. She could not tell him. She had to tell him. There had never been anything she had felt she had to hide from Carter before and the pain of this new wall between them was almost worse than the burning shame. Almost. This could not be real. She could not face it. She had to face it. This was the same argument Allyssa had been having with herself every morning for weeks. She was not very good at this internal struggle between the truth and the consequences of speaking. She was always the one to speak the truth, no matter the cost. But suddenly the cost was too high, the cost was inconceivable. To admit what she had done, what she would have to do, that she could not deal with it alone, that she needed his help… The words had the power to change everything, irrevocably. These were words she could barely think to herself, let alone speak. And to speak them to him? How would he look at her? He was supposed to see her as strong and proud and beautiful. How could she reduce that vision? It felt impossible. Allyssa felt angry with herself for being weak. Nothing should be impossible for her.
Closing her eyes, Allyssa tried again to imagine running away in the middle of the night to return five months later when it was all over. There must be some way she had not thought of to deal with it on her own without telling anyone. Surely there was a secluded enough place in the world where no one would hear her screaming. That would be fitting. She deserved pain and punishment for her mistake. If Carter was ashamed of her once he knew, she deserved that, too. She knew she could not hide it from him forever, probably not even for very much longer. He was already throwing curious glances at her every time she came out of her room in baggy sweaters instead of her typically tighter and more revealing ensembles. She was not showing yet, but she was getting paranoid about it. Allyssa also knew that Carter noticed she flinched every time someone got close to her.
“What’s up with you?” Carter demanded, when she ducked out of his fourth attempt at hugging her that morning. He was not usually so pushy, but she was frustrating him and he was not going to let that slide.
“What are you talking about?” she hedged, not looking at him.
“Come here,” he demanded, holding his arms open.
“Seriously?” she scoffed, backing away from him slightly.
Carter growled and grabbed her, hugging her tightly. Ally felt the pressure against her stomach and tried to pull away.
He held tighter, “Stop it.”
“Let me go, Carter,” she snapped.
“No.”
“Carter Aaron Daniels,” she practically yelled, squirming fitfully. He ignored her and did not loosen his grip at all. “I don’t like it.”
“I’m sure I don’t care. You’re my little sister and I have eternal hugging rights.”
She could not help but smile at that. “Oh really? Mom and Dad give you those?”
“Yep.”
Allyssa heaved a resigned sigh and relaxed, waiting for Carter to relinquish his hold on her. He felt the fight go out of her and laughed, releasing her.
“See, now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked condescendingly. He was playing with her, but she could sense the frustration in him. They were extremely close and he did not like her shutting him out.
He was staring at her now with that same curious and concerned look in his eyes that had been there for weeks, getting slowly more intense with each passing day. How could she continue to hide from those eyes that saw right into her? Of course, he knew she was keeping something from him. Still he did not ask. Maybe something in him knew that he did not want the answer. She thought of how horrible it would be to have him finally confront her and ask, confirming her cowardice. She could not risk that. There was no time left.
“Carter?” she said. Her voice sounded forced.
“Yes?” His gaze became more intense.
“I…” she started, but she could not finish. She looked down, squeezing her eyes shut, wishing desperately that she did not have to say it. She felt miserable and stupid on top of the anger and shame. All these emotions were getting harder to keep from showing in her face and she knew Carter noticed that, too. It was no wonder he was always staring at her. Did he already know? Had he guessed? Was he too horrified by the idea to ask? She could not look at him. Her paranoia was obviously getting worse and now tears were stinging her eyes, threatening to betray her further. That was new. It was usually easier for her to keep herself under better control. She was slipping and the idea made her angrier. It occurred to her that the weight of having to hide the secret was becoming harder to carry than the thing itself. That seemed incredible and made it even more apparent that the time had come to speak. But even if she could accept that she could not allow herself to hide anymore, she still did not know how to force the words past her lips. How had something as natural as talking suddenly become so difficult? She was trapped on the threshold by a fear so intense that it paralyzed her. She had never felt anything like it in her life. Where was her strength? She cursed herself again for being weak.
“Ally, what’s wrong?” His voice was kind, warm, patient.
The tone and the words of genuine concern brought the tears closer to the surface and she had to swallow hard to keep them from spilling down her cheeks. The words she needed formed in her mind but she shied away from them again. They could not be true, not really, not about her. It was wrong. She was too smart to make such a mistake. When she did not speak again, Carter leaned toward her, trying to make her look at him. She heard the movement but did not open her eyes. She was starting to break and she knew Carter could tell. He would push the issue, now.
“Why can’t you tell me what’s going on?” His voice was still warm and soft, but she could hear the sadness and regret, too.
Ally realized that he thought she did not trust him and that thought broke all of her defenses. She had not even spoken yet and he was already in pain. That could not be endured. She could not cause Carter pain. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
He gave her an encouraging smile. “It will be alright, Ally. Whatever it is, we’ll make it right.”
She shook her head. There was no right in this situation. If things were right with the world she would be able to handle it all by herself without bothering anyone else. It was wrong that she had to burden Carter with the knowledge. Her thoughts drifted again to a safe and secluded field or forest. She was convinced that she could live through it that way and no one would have to know. There were natural cave formations all over the Midwest. Surely she could disappear into one when the time came. Somehow the picture of her screaming her agony into a dark emptiness was preferable to having Carter look at her differently for the rest of their lives. She also knew that it was just this kind of desire in her that made Carter say she was willfully independent past the point of all reason. Still, maybe she could keep the secret forever.
He was watching her carefully and he could tell she was trying to pull away from him, again. He gripped her shoulders and kept looking into her eyes. “I get that it’s bad, really bad. You’re the bravest person I know so it’s got to be bad. But I can’t help you if you won’t tell me what’s going on.”
There was a note of helplessness in his voice and that was hard for Ally to take. She had made her strong, protective older brother feel powerless. How could there continue to be new depths to this misery? She could not keep plunging deeper. Speaking it, defining it, making it known had to help. And yet, a part of her did not care, did not want anything that would help. The black hole of her cave was cold and lonely, but it was safe and within her control.
Sensing her slipping away again, refusing to let her this time, Carter gripped her shoulders tighter and shook her gently but firmly. “Tell me.”
“I’m… I’m…” she stuttered, then she took a quick deep breath and forced herself to spit out the word “pregnant.” She turned away from him.
“Oh my god, Ally,” he breathed. He moved quickly to pull her into his arms.
She expected to feel relief, but it did not come. The word hung in the air like a smug adversary that had just defeated her. She curled against Carter’s chest, seeking the solace that he offered but finding nothing. There was no peace for her. The awful truth was that she was not as strong or self-reliant as she wanted to think she was. She was being forced to recognize there were some things she could not do alone. And no, she could not be at peace with that. She listened to Carter’s heart beat and felt the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed slowly.
Carter stayed quiet, absorbing the news. The worst was past for the moment because she had finally spoken the words. The words he had been dreading thinking for days but that had been coming unbidden to his mind with increasing regularity, insidious suspicions that he did not want to face. It did not matter now. His little sister was in trouble and all that mattered was reassuring her.
He held her tight against him for a long time, stroking her long, dark hair. “It’s going to be ok, Ally. Don’t worry. Everything’s going to be fine.”
Slowly, very slowly, Ally calmed. She sought out the blankness in her mind that she had been so carefully cultivating, a wall of black that blocked all she could not face. But the word was on the outside now, taking shape, refusing to be imprisoned again. She felt revolted by it. She could not relax, but she settled into a less desperate tension. Maybe, if she could just let Carter take it for a moment, just a small reprieve. He was the only one she could pass it to. No one else could be trusted to see her so vulnerable.
Carter felt the change in her body, still held against his, and his arms loosened, though they kept her close. “Thank you for telling me,” he said softly.
He pulled back a little to look down into her face. This was bad, he knew that, could feel the barely contained panic in her, but they could face something known. The unknown had been hanging between them for so long. His bright, proud sister had slowly been replaced by the cowering, frightened creature before him now. The changes had been slow at first, the way she had stopped meeting his eyes, then stopped looking at him altogether, or any of her friends, until she spent most of her time alone, avoiding any form of contact. Each day had scared him more than the last, the fear icy in his chest. But she had finally made it past whatever barrier had kept her silent for so long. Things would get better for her now. He would make sure of that.
“Let’s go sit down and talk,” he said, leading her to the couch in the living room.
She did not resist, but her movements were heavy. It felt good to sit down, to ease into the lush cushions. The couch felt warm and safe, especially with Carter there, still holding her close, still directing things. But she knew she was not safe. The word, now spoken, now named and known outside of herself had become an almost physical presence that she could feel following her like a shadow; it was a smirking shade in the corner of her vision, mocking her weakness.
“Have you been to a doctor? Had a test?” Carter asked the requisite questions, already knowing the answers. He was not surprised when she shook her head: No. “How far along are you?” He was worried about the answer to that question because he knew how long she had been acting markedly different and feared how long it might have taken him to notice.
“Four months,” she mumbled. It was easier for her to answer if she focused on the words and not their meaning. The shade laughed, pleased.
Carter had been steeled to control his reaction but a frustrated hiss escaped him anyway. He wanted to yell at Ally for waiting so long, for being stubborn, as usual, but he knew she could not take that from him right then. Most of his frustration was with himself for allowing her to hide. He should have seen it and confronted her sooner. He had failed her when she needed him. He would not do it again. He nodded an acknowledgement and did the math. It led him to a name he did not want to face, so he asked, “Who?”
Allyssa squirmed uncomfortably, “Nathan.”
Carter nodded again. That was bad, but he put further thoughts on that subject aside. “Does he know?” Ally shook her head, lapsing back into silence. “Anyone?” She shook her head again. He sighed sadly and squeezed her. She was tough, he would give her that. Stubborn, but tough.
They both sat in silence for awhile, feeling the weight of the problem hanging over them. Carter looked at the problem objectively and knew the right answer, but he wondered if Ally had been able to think that far ahead. Ally was still trying to get back behind the wall in her mind, but she seemed to have built it without a door this time. She was trapped on the outside where her secret had been spilled, trapped with the shadow imp teasing her with malicious laughter. She started to get restless.
“Ok, Ally, let’s figure it out,” Carter encouraged, rubbing her arm soothingly. “There are only three options in this situation and you’ve already run yourself out of time for the first one, so all you have to decide is whether or not you’re going to keep it.”
The idea of a choice was hard for her to conceive. There was only one option for her. “I can’t keep it.” She said it softly, but her tone was assured. No matter how shameful that truth was, it was the only future she could see living through.
Carter took it in without any measurable surprise. It was what he had expected her to say.
Even on the few occasions when Ally had come out of her denial long enough to consider her situation, consider the life forming inside her; she had never considered keeping the baby and raising it herself. The idea was ludicrous. She was still full of righteous judgment against the rising numbers of idiot children raising children even though it was pathetically hypocritical of her to consider herself so much smarter than them, above them. She had even less reason to have been so stupid. She was not a hormonally charged teenager anymore. Her twenty-first birthday was the next day. She had no excuse for this mess. Regardless, there was no way she was going to keep it and doom them both to a life of resentful mediocrity. It did not matter how offended her sense of responsibility was. She thought she could live with that on her conscience. There was only so much punishment she could accept for the indiscretion. There had to be someone in the world who would be thrilled to take the thing off her hands. But even that thought was aggravating because it meant involving still more people, telling them, asking them for help. Ally sighed heavily and looked at Carter. There was no judgment in his eyes, only sympathy and concern and love. She could not take it. Some strange sadistic part of her wanted him to look at her with disappointment and disgust. It was what she deserved. But he simply looked like he was weighing the wisdom of bringing something up.
Ally forced herself to calm down and prepare for an actual conversation about the situation. She made sure her voice was controlled as she asked, “What is it, Carter?”
He smiled. “Have you thought about who you might want to give it to?”
Ally tensed. She was suddenly terrified that he was going to offer to raise the child for her. Her breath caught in her throat and she could not speak for a moment. She would have to see it all the time and live in debt to her brother for taking on what should have been her responsibility and endure the shame of that forever. Ally tried to breathe.
“No,” she choked out. “Have someone in mind?”
Carter was frowning at her, confused by her reaction, afraid he had gone too far and too fast with the conversation. Gauging her expression, he backtracked, “Ally, if you don’t want to talk about this now…”
“Just tell me who, Carter,” she snapped nervously. Her hands were shaking and she started wringing them together in her lap.
Carter hesitated for another moment before he answered, “Josh and Natalie Taylor.”
Ally knew the shock registered on her face. Of course, she thought, she should have expected that. More than that, she should have thought of it herself. It had been just before Christmas, not two full weeks ago, that their mother had told them about the Taylor’s situation. They were long-time friends of the family that had been trying to have kids for years. They had tried everything there was to try and just before Christmas had found out their last hopes were gone. Modern science could not give them children of their own. Ally felt a sudden connection to them, though she had not seen them since she was a child. She imagined they must feel angry about being unable to make their dreams come true on their own, that they would have to rely on someone else’s generosity. Ally could empathize. And, she could give them what they wanted. It seemed like such a perfect answer that she immediately started thinking of the baby as theirs.
She looked at Carter, “Perfect.”
He was relieved that she saw it the way he did and he smiled at her. He had already managed to make things better and that helped to ease his guilt a little. At least the terrified look had left her eyes and there was a glimmer of hope there now. But he wondered how long it would last. There were still five months ahead of them.
Ally was watching his face. Now that she had seen the answer to her problem, she could relax a little and see more clearly. This was a good path, one that Ally felt certain she could travel with relative ease. Working toward an end where Josh and Natalie got to experience some measure of joy from her trauma was doable. Good could come from this. That idea seemed preposterous, but possible. The shadow in the corner quieted and stilled, but did not leave. Ally knew Carter was continuing to think down every possible path, his mind working out plans and contingency plans and plans within plans. She smiled fondly watching him. They were a lot alike. But it occurred to her that she had burdened Carter with her secret and that was not fair. She could not expect him to endure living with it as she had been doing for months when he had done nothing to deserve it. She would have to tell more people. Ignoring the unease the idea inspired in her, she spoke calmly.
“I’ll tell Lucas and Simone tomorrow at dinner,” she said, breaking his train of thought. Ally smiled wryly, “They’ll need some excuse for why I’m not drinking to celebrate my birthday and New Year’s Eve.”
Carter smiled in response to the new determination in her voice. “If that’s what you want, Ally, you know I’ll be there.” He did not ask when she planned to tell their parents, or Nathan.