The Haunted_Edit Copy 4-7-17

“She never wanted me her whole life, and now that I’ve got this
power, she can’t keep her hands off me.”
Planes were dropping tiny atom bombs in my stomach. My
skin was burning. That couldn’t be true. That couldn’t be why
Susannah was so quiet and refused to look at me. “Stop it!”
“Stop it!” He echoed, mocking me in a high-pitched voice.
He let go of her hair with a jerk and straightened up again. “Tucker
was weak. He let me in. He wanted me here.”
Chills coursed over my skin, clashing with the heat beneath
it and peppering me with goose bumps. “You’re lying. He’s stronger
than you.”
“No.” Those dead eyes locked on mine. “If he was, you’d be
talking to him right now. But all he can do is watch while I do
whatever I want.”
Before I knew what was happening, he moved forward faster
than humanly possible and grabbed the front of my hoodie. He
jerked me to my feet and I stumbled. I brought my hands against his
chest to steady myself, and he caught my wrists to hold them there.
“See? You still want me. Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy
what I did to you a few weeks ago.” He leaned his face close to mine
so I could smell something metallic on his breath.
My cheeks flushed furiously and I squirmed, trying to break
free of his grip. But he held me like the stocks. He started to move
one of my hands lower until I felt the fabric of his jeans beneath my
palm.
“Susannah, call Ethan!” I shouted.
Tucker — or the thing in Tucker’s body — released my
hands so sharply that I fell down and landed hard on the wooden
floor. “Ethan’s here, too? Oh, good, he can watch what I’m going to
do to both of you.” His tongue snaked out and trailed along his lips.
“Tucker! I know you can hear me. Fight it, please!” I urged,
desperation chomping at the heels of my words.
“Shut up, Chelsea!” He lashed out a foot and caught me on
the side of the head. Pain burst out from my temple and spattered
black spots all over my vision. “He can hear you, but he can’t do
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