Ethan and I could only sit there as Charlie continued to cry.
The school bell rang, and kids were filing out, giddily running to their cars and finding their friends. It was actually a sunny day, now that spring was coming.
I would've rather just sit in silence, hoping that this was a bad dream… but I felt that someone had to ask. "When?"
"Counseling—meeting," she answered. "Sixth period…."
I had been sitting in class, dozing off to Mr. Shaddock's lesson about… something, I couldn't even recall it.
"Bella," Ethan said quietly, "what're we going to do?"
I frowned. "Why're you asking me?"
"Didn't you see this coming?"
"What?"
"Your dreams."
"Ethan—I'm not psychic. I don't have any control over them."
"Didn't Beatrice show you anything? Warn you?"
"My dreams didn't involve Charlie! Not anymore—and they definitely didn't even involve Mr. Wyatt—"
"Stop, stop!" Charlie pulled away from Ethan. She turned to me. "Remember when we were talking about Charlotte's murder? You kept talking about the Wyatts."
"Yeah, but…." I sighed. "I was thinking about the past Wyatts… not this one." Should have I suspected this Wyatt?
"That was probably a clue that you should've suspected this Wyatt," said Ethan.
A punch to the gut that was.
Charlie shoved him. "This wasn't Bella's fault, Ethan."
He finished his glare at me before turning to Charlie. "You're right. It's the principal's." He went and opened the car door. "I'm going to—"
Charlie hauled him back into the car. "Close the door," she ordered. He did. "We can't prove anything. We can't tell anybody."
"Charlie—that's not a good idea," I said.
"That fucking asshole needs to pay," said Ethan.
"You both don't understand," she pleaded. "He threatened to kill me and both of you—you guys specifically. He—he had the knife on me the-the whole t-time and…."
Ethan and I inched forward.
I'd never seen Charlie looked so pained. She seemed to curl in on herself. "And…," she said quietly, "he said that… the other girls never told."
The three of us just sat in that heavy silence. Charlie hadn't been the first. There were other girls—no…. One girl came to mind—
Someone knocked on my window, making all three of us jump.
It was one of the security guards.
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Cheshire Girl
Paranormal"There were three things about which I was absolutely certain. First, I didn't have my cell phone. Second, my hands hurt from gripping the trunk lid closed. They would probably be useless to put up a fight. ...
