Chasing Souls

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Lindsay’s POV

            “I couldn’t trace the scent.”

            “What do you mean that you couldn’t trace the scent?” Seth demanded.

            Seth, Cole, and I were sitting in my living room. Cole had just returned from trying to track the scent of whoever was in here creeping on me.

            “That’s exactly what I mean; I can’t trace it. It’s like whoever it was jumped into a car and drove away. It doesn’t make sense though because I traced it until it disappeared in the middle of the woods,” Cole sighed, running a hand through his dark chocolate hair. “But, there is one thing that I’m sure of: Harley isn’t your attacker, unless you managed to piss two people off.”

            “Wait. What do you mean that Harley isn’t her attacker?” Seth asked as he leaned forward.

            “The scent that I just traced and Harley’s scent doesn’t match up. But, it is possible that Harley attacked Lindsay that day in the rain,” Cole explained. He moved his eyes from Seth to me. “So, unless you managed to piss two people off, you only have one attacker, and I don’t think that it’s Harley.”

            “Are you sure that Harley’s scent and the one from today are different?” I asked, wanting to make sure that Cole didn’t mess up.

            Cole nodded. “Positive.”

            “Lindsay, who else lives here?” Seth asked. “Is it just you, your mom, and Nick when he comes home from college?”

            “Yes, but my mom has a boyfriend, Ian.”

             “What’s Ian like?” Cole asked as he leaned forward.

            “He’s a creep,” I said, unable to say anything else.

            “How long have he and your mom been together?” Seth asked.

“Five years,” I answered around the lump in my throat. “They got together in 2008.” The same year that Jake died.

“How is he a creep?” Cole asked.

“H-he did some things that nobody should do.” That’s all I could say. Maybe I could eventually tell them, but definitely not now.

The brothers got the message that I didn’t want to talk about it, and they thankfully let it drop.

“Were you hurt today?” Cole asked, running his chocolate brown eyes quickly over me as he looked for injuries.

“No, I’m fine; nothing touched me, something just ran in and out of the house.”

Yes, I understand that Cole is concerned about me and I remember what he said to me at the hospital. I feel awful because I don’t feel the same way. I mean, sure, Cole’s attractive, but I can’t ignore that pull I feel when I’m with Seth. With him, I feel like I can be myself, like I can make a fool out of myself and just laugh it off with him.

With Cole, I always feel self-conscious of whatever I do. I’m always feeling awkward around him, like I’m not completely comfortable. Sure, I mean he’s a great friend, but I just don’t see him as more that that.

“So, if it’s not Harley, then who is it?” Seth asked.

I shrugged. “No idea.”

“What I want to know is why you?” Cole said. “What did you do to cause someone to act like this? Is it some kind of prank?”

Seth shook his head. “If this is a prank, then this person has a sick sense of humor. No prank would send someone to the hospital and have them on bed rest for a week.”

“Could someone be trying to get back at you for something?” Cole asked me.

I shook my head. “I’m not the one to pull pranks or steal some other girl’s boyfriend.”

   “Then what could you have done?” Seth murmured. He was leaning back against the sofa with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrows furrowed.

Suddenly, the lights flickered three times before shutting off completely. The room was silent except for my rapid breathing.

    The sound of broken glass coming from the kitchen had the brothers stand up with Seth pushing me behind him. Cole started walking into the kitchen as Seth was walking towards the wall with me behind him, sandwiching me between him and the wall, him taking a protective stance in front of me. I took a handful of his leather jacket as I tried to calm myself down.

Lindsay, Seth told me through my mind, I need for you to try to stay quiet and not move.

I nodded against his back and gripped his jacket tighter as I tried to calm my rapid breathing.

A door to the house slammed shut ad everything was silent except for the breathing.

Whoever was here left the house with Cole right behind him. We’re okay, Lindsay; you can calm down.

I took a deep breath and leaned my head against Seth’s back in between his shoulder blades.

I suddenly felt like I was being watched, like Seth and I were not the only ones in the room. Seth, I told him through my mind, I feel like someone’s watching us.

I feel it too…

“Lindsay…” a misty voice said. If you’ve ever seen the second Harry potter movie, it sounds like the voice Harry would hear whenever the basilisk would attack someone.

Did you hear that?

I felt Seth nod as he pressed me tighter against the wall. His posture reminded me of a lion ready to pounce.

“Lindsay…” the voice said again, closer this time.

I tried to look around to see something, but Seth was pushing me too tightly against the wall to really be able to move. Do you see anything?

No, and that’s what’s what I’m worried about.

Something brushed against the back of my leg, making my breath come out even more ragged. I gripped Seth’s jacket tighter so my knuckles were white as I pressed myself closer to him. Seth… something just touched me.

Seth pressed me impossibly closer to the wall as the voice called out again.

“Lindsay, it’s me.”

Feeling someone’s breath on the side of my face, I turned my head and screamed bloody murder.

Standing a few feet away from me was Jake, my dead twin brother that was killed right in front of me five years ago. Just like when I saw him before, he looked like he was aging the whole time, so he looked seventeen like me. His dark hair was falling into his emerald eyes as he grinned at me. “Hey, Lindsay.”

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Hey guys, I actually updated on time! At school, I've asked my friends who have read this is they like Seth or Cole better. Who do you guys like better?