In the morning, I look up from my tear stained pillow to find a clean pair of jeans and a long sleeved, pink, button down shirt on the chest at the foot of my bed. Since we are about the same size, Kitty offered to lend me some of her clothes while I'm here.
She's so sweet.
I get dressed, and come out of the room. I pull my hair back into a ponytail as I am walking down the hallway towards the stairs.
I'll just get it over with and tell their parents now.
Rehearsing what I'm going to say, I walk into the kitchen and see the neighbor from yesterday.
"Good morning Heather," Mrs. Richardson says, "you never properly met Thane."
"Sorry I scared you yesterday," he says.
"It's no problem," I reply nonchalantly, "I'm a naturally jumpy person anyways."
"I came over to invite Kitty to go riding with me, would you like to come," Thane asks. He has dark brown, almost black, hair and piercing green eyes.
Kitty's smile faltered a little bit when he invited me.
I smirk. She probably likes Thane.
"Thanks for offering, but I need to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Richardson for a little while." I answer.
"Are you sure?" Kitty asks me.
"Yeah, you go have fun," I smile and say.
"Okay, see you later then," Kitty says cheerfully. I try to suppress a giggle, my suspicions are confirmed.
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After they leave, I sit down at the breakfast table. Pouring myself a bowl of cereal, I wait for the inevitable.
"What did you want to talk to us about Heather?" Mr. Richardson asks sipping his coffee. I knew he would ask first.
"I know you don't believe my story, and you think that I am lying to you." I start.
"Oh Heather, if you heard what we said last night..." Mrs. Richardson interrupts.
"Well, you see Ma'am," I continue, "you both deserve to know the truth. I should have told you sooner, but you're right. I'm scared. I'm scared for my safety, your safety, and the safety of everyone I talk to. Yesterday, I was riding down my street..."
It's hard at first to say, but as my story unfolds I find myself feeling relieved.
"Why did you feel the need to hide this from us Brooke?" Mr. Richardson asks once I finish.
"I didn't want to put you in danger," I reply, "sometimes the wrong information can be life threatening."
"Thank you, for telling us today." He says. "Because now we can take the proper measures to protect you."
"We will still call you Heather," says Mrs. Richardson, "and you will not leave this property unless absolutely necessary."
"Of course," I say.
"Since we have already been told your house was the victim of an arsonist attack, that is what we will say if anyone asks," says Mr. Richardson, "and let's hope that someone doesn't recognize you."
I spent the rest of the day looking around the farm. During the tour Kitty gave me, I managed to get attacked by a flock of chickens, trip over a sleeping barn cat, shock myself on the electric fence, and fall into a mud puddle.
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Incessant Calling
General FictionWhat would you do if you couldn't die? Brooklyn Alice Fairfield is a mild mannered teen who's life is upended by the kidnapping of her family. While running from unknown adversaries, she and her friends race to find and rescue their loved ones. But...
