Today is the sixth and final post of extra scenes from LIES BENEATH. *sob* Did you miss the first five? Scroll down to take a look.
These short "extras" are things that either happened when Calder was not around, or they are another look at a scene you've seen, but from another character's point of view. I had a lot of fun writing them, so I hope you enjoy this extra look!
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Okay, so here we go. This final piece is a segue into DEEP BETRAYAL, which features more of Jack and Pavati's history. This scene would take place between the two books - at a time after Calder has left Bayfield and Lily has been exiled to Minneapolis.
Gabby Pettit is mad. Like, really mad. “What is your problem, Jack? It’s not like you two were going out or anything.” She follows her brother down the narrow hallway from the kitchen toward his bedroom. The floorboards creak under her feet, and she catches her toe in the wrinkle of carpet.
“What are you talking about?” Jack snaps, not looking back at his sister.
“Lily Hancock, right? Isn't she what this is all about?”
“Why would you think that?” Jack asks.
“Oh, I don’t know," Gabby says, her tone sarcastic. "She leaves. You fall into a funk.” She grabs Jack by the shoulder, but he shrugs her off.
“Well, you’re wrong.” Jack opens his bedroom door, steps inside, and slams it in Gabby’s face.
Gabby is not to be ignored. “Great,” she says, whipping the door open before her brother can think to lock it. “I’m glad to be wrong. Can you snap out of it, please? You’re going to ruin my summer.”
Jack turns on her, stopping the door with his hand before it slams against the wall. “Just leave me alone and mind your own business.”
Gabby pauses long enough to appreciate where she is. She can’t remember the last time she was in her brother’s bedroom. A heavy blanket hangs over the window, blocking out the sun, but a blue lava lamp sends bright orbs of light over the walls and ceiling. It’s like being underwater, especially when she notices the art work.
Jack has wallpapered his room in charcoal drawings, pen and ink portraits, and oil paintings--all of one subject: the same blue-tailed mermaid from the painting he did for his art class. The mermaid’s lavender eyes stare out from the paper and canvas as if she hates being trapped there. On the bedside table, there is a carving knife and a wood block, from which a fish tail is starting to emerge.
Gabby’s hand drifts toward her mouth. “Holy--”
“I said leave me alone. It doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters anymore.”
“Jack.” Gabby doesn’t know what to say. Jack’s peculiar interest in mermaids seems to have drifted dangerously into obsession. She wonders if their parents know about this.
“Don’t come in here again,” he says, grabbing the carving knife from the wood block. His eyes are wild and furious and . . . desperate. “Do you hear me? It's over. It's over.”
Gabby's mind flashes to the last couple weeks, everything Jack has done or said. He wouldn't really hurt himself, would he? “What are you saying, Jack? Do I need to call the police?”
Jack steps closer to Gabby, holding the knife at an upward angle. She takes three backward steps out of the room.
“Don’t bother,” he says. “I’ll call Chief Eaton myself. It’s about time somebody does something about them."
Jack slams his door again, this time locking it, and Gabby is left standing in the hallway, thinking Them? Who’s them?