Prowl

Prowl by Amber Garza

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That’s quite a welcome.” She squirmed out of my embrace.
    “You look great,” I said.
    Her nose and cheeks were pink from the sun, giving her pale skin a subtle glow.
    “Thanks. You should’ve seen me a week ago. I totally resembled a lobster.”
    “Where’d you go?”
    “Hawaii,” she said nonchalantly.
    “Hawaii? That’s awesome. I’ve never been but I’ve always wanted to go there.”
    “Yeah, it’s pretty cool.” She shrugged.
    “Just pretty cool? I’ve heard it’s like paradise on earth.”
    “I guess. It just kind of sucked because my parents spent all the time on their laptops so I was mostly by myself.”
    “I’m sorry,” I said. “But at least you were on a beach.”
    “That’s true.” Rhiannon gave me the once-over. “You don’t look so good.”
    “Thanks a lot,” I said sarcastically.
    “Sorry. It’s just that your aura’s a mess and you look like you haven’t slept in days. Is everything okay?”
    I bit my lip. “A lot happened while you were away.”
    She raised her brow. “With lover-boy?”
    Shaking my head, I said, “No, with Wesley.”
    Her eyes widened. “Spill.”
    I motioned toward the porch swing. “I think you’d better sit down for this.” After we both sat, I told her everything from buying the Ouija board to Wesley’s late night visit. When I finished, Rhiannon’s face had turned green and she looked close to puking.
    “Do you need me to stop rocking?” I asked.
    “What?” She gave me a blank look.
    “It’s just that you look a little sick.”
    “I am. I can’t believe this! You never should’ve played with the Ouija board on your own.”
    “Why?”
    “Do you really need to ask that question?”
    Good point.
    “The spirit world isn’t a joke, Kenzie. You can’t just invite a spirit into your home and into your life like this.”
    Panic swept over me. “Well, what am I supposed to do now?”
    Rhiannon pressed her lips together in deep thought while she drummed her fingers against her chin. “Okay, I remember reading once that in order to get rid of a spirit on your Ouija board you have to cut your board into seven pieces, sprinkle it with holy water and then bury the pieces in seven different locations.”
    “What’s holy water?”
    “Not sure, but I can Google it.”
    “I don’t know if I want to get rid of him.”
    Rhiannon glared at me. “Are you serious?”
    “It’s just that I think he’s my dad and I still have so many questions for him.”
    “This is crazy. You need to get rid of him.”
    Anger rose in me. “You’re the one who encouraged me to do this in the first place. Now you want me to stop, just like that. What happened to all that crap about how awesome the supernatural world was?”
    “It is awesome but you have to respect it. I tried to warn you about this before I left but clearly you didn’t listen.”
    “Speaking of which, why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?”
    “I didn’t know I had to answer to you.” Her voice was hard. I felt bad for fighting with her. It was the last thing I wanted to do. I needed her friendship right now.
    “Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be blaming you.”
    “Darn right you shouldn’t.” She shot me a wounded look.
    I ran a hand over my face and groaned in frustration. “I’m so confused, Rhiannon.”
    “That’s obvious,” she muttered under her breath.
    “I just want answers. I wanna know if he’s really my dad and if he is I wanna get to know him.”
    “Kenzie, Wesley is a spirit. He’s not your dad.”
    “You don’t know that.”
    “Yes, I do.”
    “He said he’s my dad and I believe him.”
    Rhiannon sighed. “Even if he really was your dad when he was alive, he’s now a ghost. Ghosts are dangerous. They linger on this earth for a reason and usually it’s not a good one. You yourself said that your dad probably raped your mom. If he was a bad guy when he was alive you can be sure that he’s a bad spirit.”
    “He said he didn’t hurt my

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