Brad

Chapter 13:

Hey did you guys like the new character because 2 isn't enough.
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I probably just imagined the whole thing last night. Brad wasn't in my room and no one touched me last night. I hear my parents downstairs talking about the break in last night. I roll over and get out of bed. I walk to the bathroom to clean my face. I go down to rinse my face when I look up I thought I saw Brad in the reflection of my mirror but when I turned around he wasn't there. I dry my face and walk downstairs. I see my dad making breakfast.
"Good morning," he says.
"Morning," I say back.
"Hey don't forget you have school tomorrow," he says.
"How could I forget," I say.
"Sweetie where getting a alarm system," my mom says.
"Cool," I say. "It's not going to stop them from breaking into out house though."
"Well it will alert the police when they do," my mom says
"And they could really save my life," I say.
"What has gotten into you?" My mom says.
"Nothing," I say while walking away.
I leave the kitchen and go to my room. I get some clothes from my room. After I change I go back to the door about to walk out of my room but I remember my list of questions I have for Brad. I walk over to my desk and pick of the piece of paper. I look down and there was a note at the end of the paper.
Meet me in the basement. -B
Still holding the piece of paper I head to the basement, but I wasn't leery or cautious about opening the door like normal. I wanted Brad to explain everything to me. When I get to the stairs I start yelling his name.
"Brad!" I yell for the last time.
"Rebecca," he comes from around the corner.
"Hi," I say.
"Hi," he says back.
I don't say anything for a while but just look at him.
"I have some explaining to do," he says.
"Yeah," I reply.
"Please don't act all weird," he says.
"I'm not acting weird," I say.
"Yes you are," he says.
"Well it's going to be weird unless you explain yourself," I say.
"What's to explain?" He says. "I'm dead."
"Okay, point taken," I reply. "Is this why you didn't want us to be together?"
"Basically," he replies. "I didn't know how you would take it. I thought you thought it would be weird to date a dead guy. I didn't want you to know because then you can also see the others more. That old guy that broke in your house was one of us and he didn't really go to jail."
"Is he still here?" I ask.
"Yeah," he replies.
"Well that wonderful," I say.
"I don't think he will bother you again," he says.
"How do you know?" I ask.
"You don't want to know," he says while laughing.
His laughing makes me smile because I like to see him happy. He probably isn't laughing for the good reason though.
"I don't care if your dead," I say to him and I tell it got his attention. "I don't care if you have lived in my house and haven't told me this whole time about any of your secrets. I don't care about any of it. I just care about you Brad. Don't you get it?"
He is just looking at me until he walks over and kisses me.
"I get it," he says and kisses me again.
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