The Haunted_Edit Copy 4-7-17

But I couldn’t help but feel stung that Susannah would have
gone for it. She wasn’t possessed. She had nothing moving her but
her own free will. I thought we’d been building some kind of
friendship, but apparently, it ended when a suddenly-confident guy
was involved. I felt a foreign pang of longing for Michelle.
“You’re all welcome to stay here tonight,” Richard offered.
“What about Dad?” Gunner asked. “He’ll come home at 4am
and I don’t want him to find Tucker waiting for him.”
“We can’t tell him not to stay there. We’d have way too
much explaining to do.” I dropped my forehead onto my free hand,
which was propped up by an elbow on the table.
“What if we stay with you?” Ethan asked. “We can all camp
out or something.”
I glanced at Susannah, suddenly not wanting her in my
house. Ever. She wouldn’t look at me and now I finally understood
why.
Ethan caught my look and nodded. “Oh. Okay. Well, how
about I call Jamie? He’s young enough for it not to be weird if he
stays over. He and I can hang out with you guys tonight. Strength in
numbers, you know?”
I glanced at Gunner for confirmation. I didn’t know Jamie
that well, but Ethan had a point with the age factor. My brother
shrugged. “Sure. Works for me.”
Ethan pulled out his phone and went into the kitchen to make
the phone call. Once the sound of his voice rose from the other room,
Richard leaned forward.
“Are you two, honestly now, okay after what happened
today? Chelsea, your head looks like it should be okay, but if you
want to go get it checked out, I’d be more than happy to go with
you.”
I had almost forgotten about my head in all of the emotional
trauma that was flying around inside me. Now that he mentioned it,
the cut gave a painful throb. That was going to turn all kinds of pretty
colors in the next week or so. “I’m okay. Thanks. My pupils are the
same size, right? No concussion.”
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