Left Drowning

Even in my state, I have to laugh. Estelle is just in my sight. She has traded in her usual high-fashion look for sleek neon-pink spandex and matching sneakers.

I restart a slow, painful jog on Commonwealth Avenue to reach her, steeling myself not to think about how far I still have to go, all the way through Wellesley and up Heartbreak Hill in Newton before I can reach the finish line in downtown Boston. She and the others were supposed to meet me at the finish line, but my sagging spirits are lifted.

“What’s up, bitch?” she asks as I come to a stop.

“I’m done,” I pant.

“No, you’re not. I came out here for spring break. I could have been in fucking Barbados or something, you know, but I’m not. Worse, I got all dressed up like an asshole for you, so now put your music back on and just run like I know you can.”

“I just can’t.”

Estelle glares at me and puts my music back on. She grabs my arm and pulls me ahead. I have never seen Estelle do anything resembling exercise, so to see her run is nothing short of amusing. And it gives me the kick I need to keep going.

She’s been in therapy since the end of last summer. They all have. And while she and James are not officially together, they are “on hold” the way Chris and I once were. I think they are going to make it, and I’ve been impressed with my brother’s compassion and patience.

Estelle jogs with me for a bit and then blows me a kiss and darts away to join Zach. He beeps the horn again, and Estelle points from the window.

I smile again. Now Eric is waiting for me. He’s got earphones in, too, and he pumps his arms up and down as I approach. He gives me a nod and then joins me. We run silently. It’s always been so easy to be with Eric, and today is no different. Our hours of silent studying together have instilled in us an ability to enjoy a comfortable silence. He’s had a hard year, and it was only a month ago that he and Zach got back together.

I stumble over a crack in the pavement, and Eric puts his hand on my back. I am soaked in sweat, and I wipe my forehead with my hand. As much as this run is killing me, I ca

I brace myself because I have just reached Newton, the most challenging part of this route. It’s got four hills, the last of which is my reason for ru

Eric knows where we are. He keeps his hand lightly on my back and together we run the first hill. When he drops back to join Zach and Estelle, I’m not sure how I am going to go on. I drop my head and consider whether or not this is worth it.

And then someone grabs my hand and runs with me. James. He gave up his spring break to be here with me, too. I’m sure the lure of seeing Estelle was appealing, of course, but my brother loves me. He’ll be back with me again in Maine this summer. I don’t think that either of us misses our parents’ house in Massachusetts that much. It never felt like home without them. The house on Frenchman Bay? That is the family home.

“Thank you for everything, Blythe.” He looks straight ahead as he runs. “I’ve never told you how courageous you were that night of the fire, but you did everything. You saved my life, and I’m sorry that I was so ungrateful. You’ve done more for me since that night than I deserved. I know that. I love you a lot. I really do.”

“I love you, too,” I pant. “And I still miss them.”

“We always will. But you’ve made it easier for us. We’ll be okay.”

The second hill hurts like all hell, but together my brother and I run through our loss. We run through the fire and our parents’ death, though his lies, through my coming undone, and through the relationship that we nearly lost. We run through the rebuilding and the survival. James holds my hand tightly, and he wipes his eyes once as we finish this leg.

The third hill. I am at my weakest now. It’s my turn to wipe my eyes as James passes me off to Sabin. Sabin will always have a special piece of my heart in a way that nobody else ever could. He’s not exactly like a brother, but he’s not just a friend. I stop my music and start to say something.

“Don’t talk, and don’t start crying yet! I’m so proud of you, B. I know you’re tired. You’re almost there. A little bit more. We can do this.”

I nod and let my hand disappear in his.

He has trimmed down a good deal of his waistline this year, and he looks wonderful. And sober. Six months of inpatient rehab and therapy have been intense for him, and I think he’s had the hardest time of everyone because he had forgotten the most. Or blocked it out. He was allowed to leave rehab for short periods after the first three months, so I have seen him a few times since last summer, including at Christmas when he was at my house in Maine. He chopped wood by hand and lugged it into the house, setting it in neat piles by the fireplace. In the evenings he did the dishes and then played his guitar for me. Sabin even spent hours on my computer helping me sort through old family pictures and putting them into an album that we had printed up. I got pretty bored after a few hours, but Sabin thought the pictures of me as a little kid were a riot, and he pestered me for days to wear my hair in pigtails. He was somewhat withdrawn over the fall and winter, quieter than he usually is, but during the past few months he’s started to sound more like himself again. Just without the booze. He never stopped being loving, caring, and sweet anytime that I talked to him during this year of recovery, but I’m happy to see that the goofy and loud parts of him are returning.

“Dude, ru

I am barely ru

I shake my head. “No. It’s too hard. I don’t want to do this.”

He drags me forward. “Don’t stop moving. It’s the worst thing you can do. I read that. This is hard, but it’s not too hard.”

“I can’t. Why did I try this?” I pant.

A voice other than Sabin’s answers. “Because you believe in this.”

I love this voice. It cuts through everything that is hurting and reaches right to my heart.

“Chris, I hurt. Everything hurts.” He is next to me, and he grabs my free hand so that I have two of my most adored people on either side of me, holding me up as I run.

“I know, baby. Sabin is right, though. You can do this.”

“You’ll stay?” I ask. “To the end?”

“Of course.”

“I can’t do this without you.”

“And I can’t do this without you. We’re going to run Heartbreak Hill together.”

“I’m so tired.”

“I know. But you have to keep moving. Come on.”

Now I turn to look at Chris. As always, he takes my breath away when I see him. We’ve lived together in Bar Harbor for seven months, but every day I am staggered by the sight of him, and every day I fall more in love.

He hands me a bottle of water and smiles. “Thought I’d return the favor.”

I drink a third of the bottle. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. So much.”

Sabin takes the bottle so that we don’t have to carry it and then kisses me on the cheek. “He’s got you. You guys can do this. Go! Go! We’ll meet you at the finish line.” He walks to Chris’s truck which Zach has been driving and hops into the bed. “Go, sweet girl! Run! Both of you!”