Hidden Close (Jr. Year)

Chapter 26

Part 26 Of The First Draft

Becky has made a remarkable recovery. Her blood is now tainted with the wolf's power and she has proven to be more than compatible. She hugged me, and announced,

“I feel so much better now. You saved me once again. Not only are you my hero but also my valiant angel. Who would have thought that you are my only saving grace? For years I had thought it was Carlita. After my parents died, I didn’t know who to turn to. She showed up, and she spoon fed me both her blood and her lies. Breaking free from her was the best thing I ever did. Thank you for showing me the light.”

I started to cry, and I hid my face. Becky hugged me once more and kissed me gently. She reassured me,

“You don't have to hide your emotions around me. In a way, we are kind of like sisters.”

I wiped away my tears and managed this,

“You really were worth my time. I didn't give up on you and look how happy you've made me. We really are sisters, people who love and hate the same things. There is one thing I must ask of you, though....”

Becky urged me,

“Anything.”

I explained, myself dire but hopeful,

“I want to confront Carlita in secret. I want only you and Lana to come with me. No one must know about it besides us three. I want to go to her lair this weekend. I have a feeling she will be caught off-guard. Please help me.”

Becky laughed, in a sadistic and maniacal fashion. She agreed,

“Oh, this is going to be fun.”

I embraced her once again and spent the rest of my Sunday afternoon with Perry, sitting on his lap in the study. We listened to music and conversed for what may have been hours. There is no doubt that my love for him has ever been greater. We’ve been together for almost eight months now. What we have been through together has made our time we have loved one another seem like forever, as cliched as that sounds. Is he my soulmate? He better be, because I'm not going to search for someone else. When the CD in the stereo ended, I asked him,

“What are you going to do after we get married? Are you going to find a job?”

He laughed, and kidded me, all in good jest,

“Loving you is a full time job, my darling.”

I nudged his elbow, and pressed on,

“Come on, seriously.”

He then sighed, and admitted,

“I wanted to be a welder. A few years of trade school and I could easily be one.”

I smiled and encouraged him,

“Mmmm, you're just as about as hot as the torches you'll be working with.”

I then got up from his lap and told him as I left the study,

“I love you, baby. I'm gonna go and see what Lana is up to. It seems like I haven't talked to her in forever.”

I closed the door behind me and quickly climbed down to the first floor. I found her lying down, studying an English textbook. I said to her quietly, hoping to not arouse suspicion,

“I need to talk to you, but not here. Meet me at the cemetery nearby downtown. You know, the really big one. Becky and I will be there at eleven on Saturday. Come alone. You do understand, right?”

A now eager Lana replied to me with a grin,

“You got it.”

We then parted ways and I quickly made my way to the front of the Eisens' house, hoping to evade Perry's mind reading. I sat there for a good fifteen minutes as my former tendencies played with me. I opened up a little pouch, grabbing a little white sleeping pill. I don't want anyone finding out about my plan. I popped my pill and fought back my urge to also cut, finding that my effort was in vain. I sliced myself good, leaving something to remind me of the guilt I have now. I hate sneaking around behind their backs, but heck, I got to. They'll stop me from executing my plan if they knew what we are going to do. What’s a girl to do?

After I had stopped my cut from bleeding I laid down on the couch, joking with Becky who was staring at the ceiling in the chair nearby,

“You can hold all my calls for me, sugar.”

I fell to sleep almost instantly, and good thing, too. I was so stressed. When I'm stressed out it seems that my worst behavior comes out. I can't handle it like others. Everyone says I'm a strong and independent girl, but heck, I’m still only sixteen. It seems like no one is remembering that these days. All those years growing up, all I ever wanted was to be treated like an adult. Now that my wish has been granted I feel like running away. Either way, I know that the time has came for me to mature. What this entales, I wish I knew.

When I awoke Becky stood before me, telling me,

“Dang! You sleep too much! We have to get to school. I'm going to love first period. See? Look!”

The gift I have given her had completely sealed her wounds. It truly is incredible. I got up, and quickly made for the bathroom to change. After emerging from there, I realized that my hunger will have to wait.

“Let’s go, Becky.”

Becky smiled, and commented,

“Don’t you look sexy.”

I had worn the tightest jeans and matching top I could find. I wasn't worried about the way I look, but compliments sure are nice. I wanted to get out of here. The Eisens' home had felt like a prison these days. As we left, Perry caught up with us, and enthusiatically said,

“Okay, so I guess we are walking today.”