Henry stormed out of the bedroom.
Chapter 29
I was stunned. And hurt. What the hell just happened? Did Henry truly think that I was capable of doing something so horrible? I knew he was reeling from what I’d told him, but I’d never have expected him to lash out at me like that.
Does he really want me to leave?
I couldn’t believe that those words had come out of his mouth. If I’d had any inkling whatsoever about how he’d react, I would have never told him about his dad. I’d worried that kissing Henry would ruin our friendship, but that paled in comparison to this.
My legs felt shaky, but I forced myself to try to stand. On the first attempt, my knees gave out and I fell back onto the bed. I felt like I might faint, but knew that was physically impossible given my un-dead state.
Just when I didn’t think things could get any worse. I’ve truly hit rock bottom. My best friend in the world hates my guts.
I stood up again. I had to get out of this house. I felt like I was crawling out of my skin. But where can I go?
I stepped outside his parent’s bedroom and walked slowly towards the stairs, pausing to see if I could hear Henry in his room. Footsteps. He’s up there.
I stood for a moment longer, hoping Henry would open his door and come down the stairs, tell me he was sorry for what he said, that he knew I would never really want to rip his family apart, that he believed me.
But Henry didn’t come down the steps, and I couldn’t stand there all night. I headed downstairs. Since Henry’s parents were on the cruise, I had been able to move around freely. My jacket was sitting on the kitchen counter. I grabbed it and checked my pocket for my cell phone. Nothing else to take , I thought sadly.
It was dark outside so I didn’t bother putting on the baseball cap. I didn’t even care if anyone I knew saw me. At least if they did, it would be out in the open, no longer looming over my head.
After I reached the edge of the gate and walked through it, I turned back one last time to look at Henry’s house. I’ve lived there for weeks, undetected, and now I’m never welcome there again.
Not paying attention to where I was walking, I headed down the street. I had the vague sense that I was going towards my house; alarm bells were faintly sounding in my head.
Maybe I’d just show up and throw myself into my mom’s arms. I desperately needed a hug from my mother, and I longed to see her face again, to smell her perfume as she wrapped her arms around me.
When I first heard my name, I was so deeply engrossed in my thoughts that I figured I somehow dreamed it. But when I heard my name the second time, I knew it wasn’t my imagination.
“Aurora! Over here.” I recognized the deep male voice almost immediately. Lucas!
I squinted across the street. There he was, standing half obscured by a huge oak tree in the neighbor’s yard. He was wearing his signature coat, with the hood pulled up over his head.
“What are you doing here?” I hissed. “I’ve had the worst night of my life. I can’t take much more.”
“I’ve got to talk to you,” he called back in a stage whisper.
I jogged across the street to where Lucas was standing.
“Why didn’t you call me?” I asked him.
“I tried to call you several times! Check your phone.”
I pulled it out of my pocket to look. “I do have some missed calls.” I was too caught up in kissing Henry to hear my phone ring.
“First you don’t answer my call s, and now I find you wondering the streets at night.” Lucas looked at me suspiciously.
“Oh, calm down, I’m not out searching for victims. Once I make the jump to murderous creature, you’ll be the first to know,” I added sarcastically.
“Wow, what’s gotten into you? Fight with your boyfriend?” Lucas’ tone was teasing, but I was in no mood to joke around.
“What’s wrong with you, you idiot? Henry is not, never has been, and never will be my boyfriend. And I’m pretty sure he’ll
Chapter 29
I was stunned. And hurt. What the hell just happened? Did Henry truly think that I was capable of doing something so horrible? I knew he was reeling from what I’d told him, but I’d never have expected him to lash out at me like that.
Does he really want me to leave?
I couldn’t believe that those words had come out of his mouth. If I’d had any inkling whatsoever about how he’d react, I would have never told him about his dad. I’d worried that kissing Henry would ruin our friendship, but that paled in comparison to this.
My legs felt shaky, but I forced myself to try to stand. On the first attempt, my knees gave out and I fell back onto the bed. I felt like I might faint, but knew that was physically impossible given my un-dead state.
Just when I didn’t think things could get any worse. I’ve truly hit rock bottom. My best friend in the world hates my guts.
I stood up again. I had to get out of this house. I felt like I was crawling out of my skin. But where can I go?
I stepped outside his parent’s bedroom and walked slowly towards the stairs, pausing to see if I could hear Henry in his room. Footsteps. He’s up there.
I stood for a moment longer, hoping Henry would open his door and come down the stairs, tell me he was sorry for what he said, that he knew I would never really want to rip his family apart, that he believed me.
But Henry didn’t come down the steps, and I couldn’t stand there all night. I headed downstairs. Since Henry’s parents were on the cruise, I had been able to move around freely. My jacket was sitting on the kitchen counter. I grabbed it and checked my pocket for my cell phone. Nothing else to take , I thought sadly.
It was dark outside so I didn’t bother putting on the baseball cap. I didn’t even care if anyone I knew saw me. At least if they did, it would be out in the open, no longer looming over my head.
After I reached the edge of the gate and walked through it, I turned back one last time to look at Henry’s house. I’ve lived there for weeks, undetected, and now I’m never welcome there again.
Not paying attention to where I was walking, I headed down the street. I had the vague sense that I was going towards my house; alarm bells were faintly sounding in my head.
Maybe I’d just show up and throw myself into my mom’s arms. I desperately needed a hug from my mother, and I longed to see her face again, to smell her perfume as she wrapped her arms around me.
When I first heard my name, I was so deeply engrossed in my thoughts that I figured I somehow dreamed it. But when I heard my name the second time, I knew it wasn’t my imagination.
“Aurora! Over here.” I recognized the deep male voice almost immediately. Lucas!
I squinted across the street. There he was, standing half obscured by a huge oak tree in the neighbor’s yard. He was wearing his signature coat, with the hood pulled up over his head.
“What are you doing here?” I hissed. “I’ve had the worst night of my life. I can’t take much more.”
“I’ve got to talk to you,” he called back in a stage whisper.
I jogged across the street to where Lucas was standing.
“Why didn’t you call me?” I asked him.
“I tried to call you several times! Check your phone.”
I pulled it out of my pocket to look. “I do have some missed calls.” I was too caught up in kissing Henry to hear my phone ring.
“First you don’t answer my call s, and now I find you wondering the streets at night.” Lucas looked at me suspiciously.
“Oh, calm down, I’m not out searching for victims. Once I make the jump to murderous creature, you’ll be the first to know,” I added sarcastically.
“Wow, what’s gotten into you? Fight with your boyfriend?” Lucas’ tone was teasing, but I was in no mood to joke around.
“What’s wrong with you, you idiot? Henry is not, never has been, and never will be my boyfriend. And I’m pretty sure he’ll
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