The Reaper

Chapter 9

This was the second day I was moved in my sleep. I was put under the covers of Ethan's bed. I pushed the covers away and tiptoed out to the living room. Ethan was asleep on the couch. Why didn't he just sleep in my bed? I leaned against the wall, watching him. He was so peaceful when he slept. His blonde hair fell onto his face. I didn't want to wake him, so I turned back down the hall to get ready. I was sitting in the bathroom doing my hair when Ethan came up behind me. I set down the curler. He wrapped his arms around me.
"Good morning." This was weird. E was never hanging on me, ever. He was never hugging me, even in photos.
"What's up?" I turned around giving him the stink eye.
"What, I can't just hug you?" He smirked.
"No, what'd you do this time?" He let go of me and I picked up the curler again.
"So I might have got us some breakfast from downstairs, and then spilled it all over the dining room floor..." He smiled and backed up a little.
"Did you pick it up?"
"Yeah...but that's the problem. It kinda got on the carpet." I stared at him.
"You...Got...It...On...The...Carpet?!" I screamed. E ran out of the room. I threw the curler down and chased after him. He ran around the hallway corner and into the dining room. The table was set up with steamy hot cakes, fried potatoes, two glasses of cold apple cider, a plate of eggs, and a basket of rolls. There were butter and syrup. I stared at the table then back up at Ethan.
"What's this?" I asked puzzled.
"I went down and got us breakfast. I wanted to surprise you and the only way I could think of getting you out of the bathroom was to say that I dropped the food on the carpet." I covered my mouth with my hand.
"You...You got me...You got me breakfast?" I asked shocked. E shrugged. I pulled him in tight and hugged him. I looked up at him, he was about a half a foot taller than me.
"Thanks, E!" I went to pull out one of the chairs but Ethan got there before me and pulled it out. He brushed it off and patted it, offering me to sit. I sat down. He sat across from me.
"So what's the occasion?" I put two hot cakes on my plate and three spoonfuls of the fried potatoes.
"Well, I was really mean when you told me about the whole reaper, Pluckley, Blakley thing so I thought I would make it up to you." Ethan drizzled the syrup over his hotcakes. I dropped my fork, mouth open.
"E, I was the jerk. I didn't take what you said into consideration. I'm the one who should be making it up."
"It can go both ways, Sadie. You can make it up by washing the dishes." He laughed and shoved a spoonful of eggs into his mouth.
"Okay, okay." I giggled. We ate up all of the food, all of it. We were food deprived. I put all of the dishes into the dishwasher. I set it for 29 minutes and headed back to the bathroom to finish my hair. I curled my hair and twisted a piece back. I put on some blush, mascara, and eyeshadow. Just enough to make my eyes stand out. I pulled on a knit, mustard, oversized sweater, black leggings, tan boots, and my lucky black bracelet. I stepped into the hallway, coming face to face with Ethan. He whistled, I shoved him.
"Shut it." I smiled. He threw his hands up.
I grabbed my phone, shoved it into my pocket and took the elevator down to the lobby. Blakley was waiting on the same brown couch that she was on yesterday. She stood.
"Are you ready?" I nodded. "Let's go. "Can we take your car?" She asked.
"Sure." I shrugged. Ethan sat in the driver seat, Blakley in the passenger seat, and me in the backseat. I didn't like Blakley being so close to Ethan. They talked the whole time to the graveyard. Blakley pointed out different places and things as we went. She directed us to the graveyard and we got there in no time. As she had said, there was a painted four in the middle of the graveyard. I knelt down to feel the number. It was dry. But it was only eight-ish in the morning, and for a four this big there was no way it could dry that fast which meant that the reaper came early. The paint started to dissolve into the grass, I closed my eyes and when I opened them there was a three painted instead.    " I don't know. Every time the numbers have changed the reaper has been here." She just stared at the number. The ground started to shake. I moved back a little. The number was starting to change again.
"How do we stop it?" I yelled.
"I don't know," Blakley yelled back. "But it's your fault." What? What was she saying?
"Your reaper is going to destroy the town. It's going to kill everyone in it. So what's one compared to hundreds." She grinned.
"Blakley, what are you talking about?" I backed up. My hands were shaking. I had an eerie, tingly feeling in my left shoulder. Ethan yelled shouted something but I couldn't hear him, my eyes had fogged over with black and my head hit the ground.

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