Family Matters

Chapter seven

Alright I worked my butt off to finish this chapter tonight so I hope you love it as much as I do.

with love as always,

Miss Mystery ;)

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Monday morning the stitches on her arm we already looking about two weeks old; she had healed a lot faster than normal. The bond must be strengthening. I convinced Sara that I over reacted that night and it much not have been as deep as I had thought.

"This isn't going to hurt as bad but it's still not going to feel good," I said leading her into my house after school. She didn't even bother going home first she just wanted the stitches out.

"Just do it ," Sara said dramatically throwing herself down on my couch.

"Don't move," once again I found myself taking a firm grip on her arm. I did it quickly hoping that the faster it was done the less she would feel, I was wrong but it was worth a shot; at least she didn't pass out this time. I wiped away the little blood there was, "That wasn't so bad."

"Speak for yourself, that hurt!"

"I told you it would take these," I handed her some painkillers and a bottle of water.

"Thanks. Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. Everyone knew that question never lead to anything good.

"So this is going to sound dumb but I keep thinking about what Beth said and I just can't figure out your fortune. I mean mine wasn't very clear but I could think of a few things mine might mean: something I love is going to be in danger and I can save it I just have to find out what that something is. Your's though has me completely stumped. So I guess what I'm asking is what does it mean?

"I don't know."

"You know you're a really bad liar."

"I'm not lying I'm really not sure what it means."

"But you have an idea."

"Maybe," I thought it seemed to be the prediction of the resolution of Sean and I's problem. Either with their death or mine.

"You really should stop keeping secrets from me."

"I know," I sighed.

"Does that mean you're going to tell me?"

"No."

"Of course not because telling me would be making thing easy," Sara said annoyed.

"Trust me telling you would not be making anything easier."

"Fine but when I find out, and trust me I will, you're just going to wish you had to me in the first place."

"Probably."

"Come on just tell me!"

"And deprive you of the chance to try and find out yourself? I would never even think about doing that to you."