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exact same spot where we’d first kissed. I made a point of sitting
further away than necessary. Susannah sat on the other side of him.
“Remember how I told you that you needed to get help?” I
asked, glad I’d rehearsed this in front of the mirror before heading
over.
He nodded again. His face was drawn and the circles under
his eyes were heavier than usual.
“I think you might need a different kind of help now. We
think that something might have attached to you at the Johanssons’.
Some kind of spirit. You may or may not be aware of it.” My fingers
twined around the string of my hoodie.
Tucker glanced behind him at Susannah slowly, then back in
my direction. “So, you’re saying I’m possessed?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. But we want to find out for sure. And
if you are, we want to help you.”
“What do you know about possession, Chelsea?” His eyes
started to gleam over with the familiar eerie hardness, and I looked
hurriedly at Susannah. She was staring at her lap again, not even
paying attention to me.
Tucker leaned forward and the couch creaked beneath his
weight. “Do you think I could possibly not know what’s happening
to me? Do you think I don’t sit here every day listening to the voice
in my head that doesn’t belong to me and not realize what’s
happening?”
“Stop that!” I exclaimed, scooting backwards so my tailbone
bumped against the arm of the couch. “Tucker, I’m trying to help
you. Fight it, please!”
“Fight what?” He stood up, holding his arms at his sides in
a way that made him seem much bigger than he really was. “Fight
this power? Fight the girls I’ve been fucking who came over at the
same time?” He threw another glance at Susannah, a grin spreading
over his face.
“Girls?” I repeated. My legs suddenly felt weak.
“She didn’t tell you?” Tucker turned around and stepped
over to Susannah. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair,
yanking her head back. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.
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