There was no such thing as fairy-tales. I needed to move on before my heart got torn apart again.
“Took you long enough,” Rhiannon said when she let me in.
“Sorry. I got detained.”
“I saw through the window. Lover-boy looked pretty dejected. What did you say to the poor guy?”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
She shrugged. “Whatever. Hey, I made something for you. C’mon.”
I trailed after her down the hallway. We entered her room. Incense burned in the corner giving the room a strong patchouli smell.
“See, look. I made you a salve.” She held up a bowl of slimy stuff.
I furrowed my brow in confusion.
“For your cut. It’s supposed to heal super fast.”
“Are you sure it’ll work?”
“It’s worth a try. You wanna be able to wear short sleeves soon, right? I don’t know how you can stand running around in the hundred-degree weather like that. I’d die.”
“It’s not ideal.”
“Okay, give me your arm.”
I rolled up my sleeve, held it out. She wiped on some of the solution and it actually felt really good. “How does that feel?”
“Not bad.”
“Cool. Now watch it over the next couple of days and see if it gets better.”
“What’s in it?”
“If I told you than I’d have to kill you.”
I froze, studied her expression.
She laughed. “I’m just kidding. Geez, lighten up.”
I relaxed.
“What do you wanna do?” She asked plopping down on her bed.
“Wanna play with the Ouija board?”
“I guess.”
“Do you think Wesley will come back?”
“Probably, and if not we can always summon him.”
“Summon him, huh?”
“Yeah, like hold a séance.”
“Is that what you were doing the night I heard you chanting?”
Rhiannon nodded. She got up from the bed and then rooted around in her nightstand drawer. When she pulled her hand out, she brandished a lighter. Flitting around the room, she lit a dozen or so candles and then she turned out the light. In the darkened room, candlelight danced casting long shadows on the walls. I felt a little uneasy as we sat down on the floor in front of the board. But I couldn’t turn back now. Wesley may be the only one who could give me information on my dad.
With quivering fingers I reached down to touch the planchette and Rhiannon did the same. Within seconds it started to move. My heart thumped loudly in my chest and I bit my lip, praying it was Wesley.
H-I.
“Hi,” I said.
“Who is this?” Rhiannon asked.
The minute the pointer moved over the W my palms broke out in sweat. I pulled my hand back to wipe it on my pants and the pointer followed me, bumped into my knee. I noticed Rhiannon’s fingers were not on it.
She sucked in a breath. “I’ve never seen it do that before. It’s like he knows your every move.”
I swiftly returned my fingers.
“Wesley,” Rhiannon asked. “Can you see us?”
Y-E-S.
“What am I wearing?” she asked.
R-E-D.
Looking at Rhiannon’s red tank top, I shivered.
“Where are you? Can you show us?”
Panicked, I threw her a desperate look. This was getting scary. My dream came back to me and I envisioned a large creature emerging from the board. The candle closest to me went out. Plumes of smoke rose from it, circling in the air. I froze.
Rhiannon nodded to me. “Wesley, last time you came you said you had a message for Kenzie but you weren’t able to give it. Can you do that now?”
D-A-V-I-D.
My hands trembled violently. “What can you tell me about my dad?”
J-O-S-I-E.
I paused. What did my mom have to do with this?
“Does my mom know where my dad is?”
Y-E-S.
Blood pulsed through my head making it hard to hear. I felt dizzy, hot. What did this mean? All this time I thought my dad didn’t want anything to do with me, but maybe it was my mom’s fault.
“Did my dad leave because he didn’t want me?”
N-O.
“Then why?”
J-O-S-I-E.
There it was again. The truth written out, clear as day.
“How do you know my dad?”
The
“Took you long enough,” Rhiannon said when she let me in.
“Sorry. I got detained.”
“I saw through the window. Lover-boy looked pretty dejected. What did you say to the poor guy?”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
She shrugged. “Whatever. Hey, I made something for you. C’mon.”
I trailed after her down the hallway. We entered her room. Incense burned in the corner giving the room a strong patchouli smell.
“See, look. I made you a salve.” She held up a bowl of slimy stuff.
I furrowed my brow in confusion.
“For your cut. It’s supposed to heal super fast.”
“Are you sure it’ll work?”
“It’s worth a try. You wanna be able to wear short sleeves soon, right? I don’t know how you can stand running around in the hundred-degree weather like that. I’d die.”
“It’s not ideal.”
“Okay, give me your arm.”
I rolled up my sleeve, held it out. She wiped on some of the solution and it actually felt really good. “How does that feel?”
“Not bad.”
“Cool. Now watch it over the next couple of days and see if it gets better.”
“What’s in it?”
“If I told you than I’d have to kill you.”
I froze, studied her expression.
She laughed. “I’m just kidding. Geez, lighten up.”
I relaxed.
“What do you wanna do?” She asked plopping down on her bed.
“Wanna play with the Ouija board?”
“I guess.”
“Do you think Wesley will come back?”
“Probably, and if not we can always summon him.”
“Summon him, huh?”
“Yeah, like hold a séance.”
“Is that what you were doing the night I heard you chanting?”
Rhiannon nodded. She got up from the bed and then rooted around in her nightstand drawer. When she pulled her hand out, she brandished a lighter. Flitting around the room, she lit a dozen or so candles and then she turned out the light. In the darkened room, candlelight danced casting long shadows on the walls. I felt a little uneasy as we sat down on the floor in front of the board. But I couldn’t turn back now. Wesley may be the only one who could give me information on my dad.
With quivering fingers I reached down to touch the planchette and Rhiannon did the same. Within seconds it started to move. My heart thumped loudly in my chest and I bit my lip, praying it was Wesley.
H-I.
“Hi,” I said.
“Who is this?” Rhiannon asked.
The minute the pointer moved over the W my palms broke out in sweat. I pulled my hand back to wipe it on my pants and the pointer followed me, bumped into my knee. I noticed Rhiannon’s fingers were not on it.
She sucked in a breath. “I’ve never seen it do that before. It’s like he knows your every move.”
I swiftly returned my fingers.
“Wesley,” Rhiannon asked. “Can you see us?”
Y-E-S.
“What am I wearing?” she asked.
R-E-D.
Looking at Rhiannon’s red tank top, I shivered.
“Where are you? Can you show us?”
Panicked, I threw her a desperate look. This was getting scary. My dream came back to me and I envisioned a large creature emerging from the board. The candle closest to me went out. Plumes of smoke rose from it, circling in the air. I froze.
Rhiannon nodded to me. “Wesley, last time you came you said you had a message for Kenzie but you weren’t able to give it. Can you do that now?”
D-A-V-I-D.
My hands trembled violently. “What can you tell me about my dad?”
J-O-S-I-E.
I paused. What did my mom have to do with this?
“Does my mom know where my dad is?”
Y-E-S.
Blood pulsed through my head making it hard to hear. I felt dizzy, hot. What did this mean? All this time I thought my dad didn’t want anything to do with me, but maybe it was my mom’s fault.
“Did my dad leave because he didn’t want me?”
N-O.
“Then why?”
J-O-S-I-E.
There it was again. The truth written out, clear as day.
“How do you know my dad?”
The
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