Visions (Forest Secrets Book 1)

Chapter 10

 When Carly opened the door, we walked in quickly before she could close it. The area was huge. Carly lived on an old renovated farm house that looked like it covered half of what used to be the farm.

            “What do you think you’re doing in here?” She was practically vibrating with that anger. Too bad. So sad.

            I’m in the mood to be a bitch, I thought. I’ve got a witchy new friend, an old friend who thinks I see things, which makes me crazy. I don’t know what it makes her. And guess what else? I’m a suspect for murder.

            “We’re looking at your den.” Her back went straight at that word but I figured it was more of her not liking us being in her house. Or maybe it was to common a word.

            “We’re here to ask you a few questions,” Christine said, slamming her fist against the small table stand for car keys near the door. She was never one for subtly.

            “That’s not very subtle Christine… Maybe you should have…eased into it? But it’s ok.”

            Oh my god! Emily was a witch! Emily was a witch that could read my mind!

            “Emily!” The harsh whisper was practically a yell in the big room.

            She walked over looking all ditzy, but I wasn’t fooled anymore. She was a dangerous weapon! A dangerous weapon that wore dresses and fooled everyone into thinking…

            “Can you read my mind?” I was calmed down now. I’d lived with her all my life. She’d never done anything bad to me. She was just…a little witchy. A lot witchy.

            I don’t know how witchy she is…

            “I’m sorry… What did you say?”

            “Mind. Read. Can you?”

            She just shook her head and looked amused, walking back to stand by Christine. I took that as a “no”.

            I was walking back too, when I noticed Carly staring at my skirt. Well, my butt, really.

            Then I remembered the pentagram. And her face…was intimidated. No fear. Not any more sneering. She was intimidated.

            I was sooo going to use it against her.

            No one ever said I was nice.

            “Christine’s right. We’ve got questions. A whole shit load of them. Lots and lots and lots,” Christine sent me a look, “and they all concern you. What happened with Carter after you slept with him?”

            She found a chair behind her and slumped into it with a sour look on her face. “He wouldn’t even sleep with me, you know that? I throw myself at him and—

            She ripped the pillow. She ripped the frickin pillow!

            “I almost had him! He was supposed to be mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!” Feathers were flying everywhere and we were all flapping our hands trying to get them out of our faces.

            Honestly! Who rips a pillow?

            Crazy person, that’s who.

            “So close,” she went on. If I was in anyway doubting her being a killer, those doubts were gone. “All that courting. All that work. I’d set my sights on him. He’s practically the only male available that’s attractive that I can—” she looked up at us, “all the right…credentials.” She sighed. “Guess I’ve got to look elsewhere now.”