Whisper (On Hold)

Chapter Five

So this chapter is so much shorter than my other chapters and if that is a dissapointment I am sorry. I have an intense case of writers block so for now this is all I got. And as always comments and ideas about what I could right next would be grrrrrreatly appreciated!!

Chapter Five

Emma continued to rant and scheme about what she wanted to do and I pleaded until she finally gave up. Though she was stubborn a few made up tears seemed to make her change her tune quite quickly. I might have felt bad for that if it wasn't for the fact that I crying a little ment she'd leave my house alone.

The next day was Saturday thank god. I called in sick to work at the mall and decided to sit around my house with Katie and some hot chocolate. I cleaned my house and straightened out my books. I even tidied up my room and boy was it a hell of a mess. With all that done it was only noon. So I decided to sit on my couch and read with a big slumbering Katie on my lap. Ahhhh I am content, I thought.

I was quickly delving into the Book Thief by Markus Zusak. It was one the most interesting books I had come across in a long time and captured all my attention, which was probably why I didn't hear Katie bark and get up to go to the door, or the reason why I didn't hear the knocking at the door until it was a frantic pounding. I snapped my head in the direction of the door and my barking dog. My heart was beating through my chest and I could almost see it bang against my chest with each beat. The pounding was so similar to the paranormal activity I had last night that is sent my heart reeling. I'm going to get a damn doorbell I promised myself. I'm sick of all this goddamn knocking, I yelled at myself.

I climbed off the couch, my worn comfy slippers making scooting noises across the hardwood floor. I could see a shadow through the white curtain. It was tall and I thought maybe Emma had come back to badger me some more about investigating the house but when I opened the door it wasn't her.

Jack was standing in my doorway looking a little awkward and angry. His expression amused me and I giggled quietly until he snapped his head up to look at me. My expression must have been pretty funny because his face slowly softened until it was blank.

I stopped laughing long enough to let him through the door and into my living room. I shut the door and turned around he was much closer than I thought he would be. I almost jumped back toward the door. With his black hair and dark colored clothes he just looked like a dark figure out of the corner of my eye. I had had enough dark figures for a lifetime.

"Hey, you ok?" He asked me his eyebrows scrunched up in...Concern?

"Yeah, I'm fine just out of the corner of my eye you looked..." I stopped. Telling Emma my house was haunted was bad enough and I didn't want the team's manager on my ass wanting to investigate my house.

"Looked ...?" Jack questioned me dropping his head down a little so that he could look straight into my eyes. He was six feet tall after all.

"A little scary," I said trying to go with one truth and not the other.

"Oh," he said backing away a little. He turned away from me and went and sat on my couch where Katie immediately jumped up onto his lap and made herself comfortable. I sighed and sat next them on the couch. Jack was looking at me and seemed to be thinking about something. He had his calculating face on and it made me a little nervous. What if Emma had told him and he was just coming over to talk me into it? What if he was going to tell me that there was no ifs ands or buts about it?

But instead he just said, "I'm worried about you." My heart sunk I knew that Emma told him. Just wait till I get my hands around her long neck grrrr I thought.

"Look," I said loudly, "It's not a big deal. So some chairs were kind of thrown around the room and there was something in my bedroom. Emma is just blowing this way out of proportion. And I can really handle this by myself. I don't want any trouble." I stopped ranting long enough to see that I had put my foot in it. His face told me Emma hadn't said a word. And now he knew and he had heard it straight form my mouth. Damnit!

"You have paranormal activity going on here?" He asked me quickly. His face looked mad and again I was at a loss for words to explain why he was so mad.

"A little but it's no big deal like I said and I don't want anybody investigating here. I don't want to stir up anything or piss anything off. Ok?" I asked quietly.

I waited for his answer and when it didn't come I thought I was doomed for sure. I quickly came up with excuses to make sure they stayed away. Some possibilities were: I have to work tons more hours so there won't be any time for you guys to come over or maybe I could get Mrs. Neely on it and have her explain to the team that she didn't want any nambe pambe wishy washy ghost hunters in her tenants half of the house. That seemed like the best bet but I quickly came up with a few more back up plans. I was in the middle of a really good one when I heard Katie jump off the couch. I felt someone put their arms around me and pull across the couch cushions. It probably took me five seconds to realize what was happening.

Jack had pulled me into a monster bear hug. At first I sat a little stiff, being caught off guard but I soon relaxed when I felt his body heat seep through my clothes into my skin. I had realized how cold I was untill then. I felt safe and for lack of a better term good. I cleared my thoughts and went to pull away. This was Jack, my head screamed, the guy that doesn't really care and gets mad at you all the time. What are you doing??! I loosened my arms but his just tightened. I didn't understand at all how can someone go from being mad to this...to hugging?

Was this his way of trying to convince me? Being the loving understanding friend to could help make the monsters go away? Yeah right, I thought sarcastically. "Whisper what's been going on?" He asked slowly pulling me from my thoughts. I realized three things then. One: he didn't seem mad anymore. Two: his lips were very close to my ear. And three: I shouldn't be thinking about his damn lips.

I held my breath and tensed trying to figure out a way to get out of this or figure out a way of breaking it to him. I decided to just go with the truth I was a really horrible liar and the guilt would eat me for weeks. And maybe deep down I was scared and I wanted somebody else to know that when I suddenly turned up dead one morning they would understand. Dead? I asked myself. Was I really that scared that I might be killed by this ghost? Yes, deep down I was scared shitless. "Umm," I stalled, "there was something in my room one night and it told me to kind of die." Man that sounded lame.

"What else?" Jack questioned tensing up. I could tell he was mad again. But his arms were still tight around me...so maybe he wasn't mad at me.

"Well this morning I went into the kitchen and the chairs were all over and stacked up weird." I replied weakly. I didn't even know I was crying until Jack started rubbing my back and telling me that it was ok. Ugh how embarrassing I thought. He doesn't want some girl crying all over him. And then he didn't something that I didn't see coming from a mile away.

Hope you aren't vomiting from lack of interest in this chapter.

Welp, all my love,

Emily :)