The Haunted_Edit Copy 4-7-17

Chapter Fifteen
The next morning, I was so sore I could barely walk around.
I called Jake to ask if he could cover my shift at work. He agreed
only if I promised to take his Friday night shift. At that point I
sincerely did not care about work, so I took the deal and situated
myself on the couch.
My tired mind was so bogged down I didn’t hear a word that
came from the TV. Eventually, Gunner came home from his friend’s
house and settled down by my feet with Trouble. I found myself
watching him, wondering if he would have some kind of an answer
to my questions. He wasn’t as much of a kid as he looked like, after
all. And he was something of an expert when it came to the
paranormal. Maybe there were other reported cases of people being
injured and coming out all disoriented.
Or maybe I shouldn’t burden my little brother with these
kinds of things. The kid had enough to worry about. You’re a big
girl, Chelsea. You can handle this. He’s going to get help. He might
be all better in a few weeks.
Two days later, Tucker called me. I didn’t pick it up, but
when I went back to listen to the voicemail, my heart made quite an
attack on the defenses I’d been busy building. He told me he’d made
an appointment to see a doctor and make sure nothing was wrong
with his head, and that he was so, so sorry. That he never wanted to
hurt me and he couldn’t bear the thought of it and would I please,
please call him back.
Like a pansy, I caved. I couldn’t bear the sorrow in his voice,
and ignoring him probably wouldn’t help the situation. However,
that didn’t mean I was going to break and see him.
“Chelsea!” The way he said my name pulled at my stupid
emotions, but I swallowed them down.
“I’m glad you made an appointment. Are you doing okay?”
“No. I’m scared, Chels. I’m so scared. I don’t know what’s
wrong with me or how I could do that to you.”
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