Losing Addison
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Les McCubbin doesn’t think much of himself. “I’m dull, mercurial, and often morose. Always Les,” he tells us. But he is passionate about his twin brother Addison who, he says, “is everything I’m not: tall, blond, athletic, outgoing.” Despite the psychic bond the brothers share, Addison often leaves a trail of trouble in Les's life. One day he goes too far, changing both their lives forever.
Marty Beaudet
Marty Beaudet is a freelance writer, graphic designer, communications consultant, and the author of the political thriller By A Thread. Originally from the San Francisco Bay Area, he has lived in Damascus, Oregon since 1998 with his husband Chuck.
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Losing Addison - Marty Beaudet
Losing Addison
Live the Nightmare
Marty Beaudet
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Preface
This is a true story. I’m calling it fiction because I can’t trust myself to tell it accurately. I’m too close to the people and events herein to be objective. I may have changed some of the names to protect, well, perhaps myself. I can’t be sure. If there are errors or omissions, they’re certainly mine. And they’re probably intentional.
Prologue
I’m peering over the edge of the bed. This, I immediately realize, is a mistake. My head begins to swim at the sight of the black and white checkerboard pattern on the hospital floor. Quickly I resume my previous position, staring at the water -- or is it blood -- stains on the ceiling. A rusty pool of discoloration hangs directly over my head. The House That Dripped Blood comes to mind.
Something isn’t right. I feel thick. I want to recall what happened, how I came to be here, but my thoughts won’t congeal. Instead they flow in random rivulets of recollections: Kristie, my childhood home, church friends from years ago, my seventh-grade science teacher. My mother. Addison. Suddenly panic grips me. I don’t know why, but my heart begins to race. And then my thoughts flow onward, beyond my control.
I’m hauled back to here and now by a knock on the open door, followed by the entry of two men in white coats. One carries a clipboard. Lester McCubbin,
he says, reciting my name under his breath as he scans what is no doubt my medical chart.
The other man speaks directly to me. I’m Doctor Tomlinson, Lester. This is Doctor Yeats. How are you doing today?
Les,
I correct him. No one but my mother ever calls me Lester. My father, right up until his death, only called me son.
Apparently my name was not worth remembering. I have to give him credit for acknowledging the relationship, at least. (Poor Addison was always just boy
or, more frequently, the boy,
as though my father could not admit that he had sired such a disgrace.) Les was the nickname I gave myself. It summed me up quite well. Less handsome. Less popular. Less likely to succeed. It had been an easy moniker to live up to.
What am I doing here?
I manage to ask the doctor through the thickness.
Looks like you banged yourself up pretty good,
Tomlinson says in a patronizing, first-grade classroom voice.
He pulls back the bedcovers from my right side. I’m wearing a cast from the knee down. What How did I not notice this sooner?
Are you in pain?
Tomlinson inquires.
I just stare at the cast, still not able to believe that it’s my leg inside it.
I take that as a ‘no,’
the doctor continues, unfazed by my lack of response. Yeats scribbles. How about your head?
My head?
I say, looking away from the cast at last. Reflexively I raise a hand to check my head which, for what I can tell at the moment, could be completely missing. Jesus!
I scream, wincing at the pain and withdrawing my hand from the bandage that swaddles my head. What the hell?
Two more cc’s,
Tomlinson says to Yeats, who nods and scribbles on his clipboard before ringing the call button.
We’ll get that taken care of,
Tomlinson coos in soothing tones. Then you can get some rest.
He turns to leave, as does his toady.
Aroused by the burst of pain, I finally find my voice. Wait!
Both men stop and regard me with concern that until now has seemed absent. Will someone please tell me what’s going on here?
It’s more of a command than a question. I’m surprised at my own