CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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"Valeria, I need you—" "It wants something..".

I began to walk forward, slowly and making sure I had a grip on someone, one I could only assume was Lorraine. "Valerie, listen to me!" Lorraine yelled, anger flooding her tone.

"It wants something" I repeated firmly, taking another step, then another til I was behind the trees and in an opening. I looked behind me to see Lorraine standing infront of what looked to be me, shaking me while Ed and Drew were digging at something.

David looked at John and whispered something before he walked next to Lorraine, John went to Ed and Drew. David shook my body but I looked infront of me to hear a deep, painful masculine voice.

"There's someone here.. two people.." I muttered as I stepped forward, "Valerie, you don't know what your doing" Lorraine yelled.

"We have to stop this" The Woman stated making he look surprised.. it was good ol Mary Miller. God she had an awful name.

"Stop following whatever you're seeing" Lorraine snapped, "I'm following the people and or voices" I muttered back angrily.

"Mary.. Please.. Paul doesn't have to know" The male insisted, picking her hand up and laying it on his chest. "Michael, for fucks sake this is wrong! I have a husband and three beautiful kids!" Mary yelled as I stepped forward.

"When is Paul ever here Mary?! You need someone who is here— I'm here!" Michael yelled, tears flooding his eyes. I walked forward and noticed the pained expression on Mary's face.

"I love my husband" Mary sobbed as she pulled her hand back. Michael looked furious, "How can you love what's not here?!" He yelled making Mary let our another sob, "He is the father of my wonderful children!" Mary yelled, anger flooding her voice. She had her hand on a locket.

"Are you gonna tell him?" Michael asked, his voice raspy already. "No.. no I don't plan too" Mary stated as she looked down.

Michael looked hurt, he looked as if his kid died. "Then I'm telling him! Because he deserves that much" Michael yelled as he pushed passed Mary.

I don't know what happened but Mary looked around and quickly grabbed a rock, she hit him over the head with it. Maybe her emotions caught up with her body but she quickly gasped, dropping the rock and going next to him. She turned him over to show the life draining from his eyes, fear plastered all over his face.

"Michael.. Michael get up.. come on.. we can run away.. me, you, John, and Elizabeth" she muttered as she caressed his face, tears began to stream down her face.

I felt a hand go over my mouth making my eyes go wide. I was pulled back into the trees.

I turned and saw Michael, who was beyond terrified. He tried to speak but nothing came out of his mouth, it was like a loop.. he kept making the same moves and his mouth moved in the same way.. but nothing changed with him..

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"Valerie!"

Ed quickly turned to his wife and David. David had caught Valerie as she fell, he laid her down and quickly checked her pulse. "Well she's alive and breathing. Why did she pass out?" David asked, almost to calm for comfort.

"Is she gonna die?" John asked, "No, she's not gonna die" David said. Drew and Ed quickly moved over, Ed next to his wife who looked all to surprised by this; Drew was next to David. Drew grabbed her hand and squeezed it in the slightest.

"Must just be dehydrated, I didn't see her drink a whole lot at breakfast. And it's hot out here, and whatever she did must be draining. And she stayed up all night?" David asked as he began to pick her up, "No, I don't believe so" Ed asked after he looked at Lorraine and Drew.

"Makes sense then" David stated as he picked Valerie up, she laid limply in his arms, but it was more than obvious she was breathing with her audible breaths.

They walked inside as swiftly as possible and Mary quickly stopped what she was doing, "What happened?!" She yelled.

"Shes just dehydrated, Mom" David sighed as he moved into the living room and placed her on the loveseat she didn't all fit on.

"I'll get her some water.." Drew muttered as he moved out of the way.

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I took a deep breath as I opened my eyes and quickly took in my surroundings. The Millers living room, with the Warren's and Drew.. they all muttered amongst themselves.

"I need to listen more.." I groaned as I sat up, "Yes you do! You don't know what        could've happened to you—" "Lorraine, give her a moment.." Ed interrupted, I assumed he noticed me reach for my head. I looked at Drew who smiled softly at me, relieved to see me.. I smiled back..

Drew stood up and walked over to me, he sat down next to me and grabbed the glass of water on the coffee table. "You need to drink more" Drew sighed almost disapprovingly, I smiled at him. "Don't worry about me Dew Drop, I've lasted this long" I joked only making him frown.

"Valerie.. You could've gotten hurt. You didn't know what you were doing.." Lorraine sighed making me frown and turn to her, "I know—" "You don't know Valerie. This is your first case! You didn't know what you were doing!" Lorraine ranted making me rub my eyes.

"Lorraine, please—" "And God only knows what could've happened to you!" Lorraine interrupted, she looked angry but her eyes only showed worry. "Lorraine, please" I said louder but she didn't care.

"What would we have done if it was worse! The closest hospital it fifteen minutes away! And God Judy would—" "Lorraine!" I hollared making her stop and look at me.

"I mean this as nice I as I can right now.. Please shut up" I asked, calming down. "Valerie—" "Ed, not right now" I interuppted as I took another drink of my water.

I noticed the couple look at each other, "You called us by our names" Ed stated making me shake my head. "My bad, Mr. Warren" I sighed making them groan. "Lorraine and Ed are fine" Lorraine insisted making me shrug

"Can you atleast tell us what you saw?" Ed asked making me think for a moment before my eyes went wide.. "Shit.." I Muttered

"What is it?" Lorraine asked, worry flooding her voice. "Mrs. Miller is—" "Mrs. Miller is what?" The all to farmilar voice asked, I turned and looked at Mary Miller.


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