then knocked the cross over.
Early morning dew spattered on my cross. I watched the design I’d worked so hard on blur into a big blackened mess.
At the same time the vision of Heaven vanished. It seemed as if the other side didn’t agree with her harsh treatment of the cross.
“Why did you do that?” Confused, I stared at her. Or what remained of her. Her body grew more transparent. I saw the forest through her.
“I don’t need help from you.” Sobbing, she ran toward the deserted airbase until she faded into the darkness. Her chance to go to Heaven was vanishing with each passing minute.
But if I thought that was the worst part of the evening, I was mistaken.
“Stephanie, what’s going on?” Dylan rushed through a parting in the oak trees, barely missing the upset spirit. When he looked at me, his eyebrows shot up in surprise. I’m sure a bazillion questions went through his mind.
Crap. And double crap.
How did Dylan know I would be here? And worse yet, how could I attempt to explain the reason I was here at two in the morning?
Where was Dr. Anthony when I needed him?
Chapter 12
Emotions flooded my body, and for a moment, I felt sick. How did Dylan know I’d be here? I thought he’d be in bed, after the dance. I couldn’t believe my dumb luck. First the spirit with the bad attitude, now this. I wanted to run, hide, or disappear. Anything would be preferable to explaining my current situation to Mr. Righteous.
Boy, talk about being royally screwed.
I scooted in front of my ruined cross. I didn’t want him to see it – well, not yet anyway. A soft crackle came from the wood. Then silence.
Dylan jogged over to where I sat.
“What are you doing?” He touched the crime scene tape. As he read the tape, his eyes widened. “At a crime scene?”
I didn’t know what to say. I mean, where would I even begin? Well … I was waiting for this woman, who happens to be like, dead, so I could drive a cross in the ground and release her soul to Heaven.
The last person I wanted to think I was a nut case was Dylan.
“Whoa, Steph.” Dylan pushed away what remained of the tape. He whistled the Twilight Zone tune. “You’re in big trouble messing with this.”
Duh, like I didn’t know that.
“It’s not what you think. Really.” I continued to block the cross with my body.
“Uh, huh.” He squatted next to me. Close up I saw concern in his hazel eyes. “Why are you out in a deserted area so early in the morning? Not the brightest move, Steph.”
“If I told you, you’d never believe me.”
“Try me.” Horror crept on to his face. “Unless of course, you really did something…. You didn’t, did you?”
“No, I didn’t kill anyone, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“You have to admit, this doesn’t look good.”
My heart missed a beat. I wanted to tell Dylan the truth, really I did. Memories of the only time I’d trusted someone with my secret held me back. I could still feel the humiliation of my visit to the loony bin and the ridicule of everyone, including my own family.
No, I refused to let that happen again.
“Help me up, will ya?”
Dylan extended his hand to me. With my other hand I grabbed my now-ruined cross.
Dylan’s eyes blinked in surprise. “Is that a cross?”
“Well, it was before....” I shook my head. “Forget it.”
“Boy this is getting weirder by the minute. I feel like I’m in the middle of an X-File episode.” He narrowed his eyes. “You sure you don’t want to tell me what’s going on?”
I grew impatient with Dylan’s version of Twenty Questions . Each minute he drilled me meant less time to help that poor woman. I didn’t want to unload on Dylan about the real reason I’d come to the airbase. But I knew I had no choice. I had to fix my botched rescue.
So I decided to throw him a bone. I wouldn’t be giving out the whole scoop, just a little info. Enough – I hoped – to satisfy Dylan until I contacted the counselor. Maybe,
Early morning dew spattered on my cross. I watched the design I’d worked so hard on blur into a big blackened mess.
At the same time the vision of Heaven vanished. It seemed as if the other side didn’t agree with her harsh treatment of the cross.
“Why did you do that?” Confused, I stared at her. Or what remained of her. Her body grew more transparent. I saw the forest through her.
“I don’t need help from you.” Sobbing, she ran toward the deserted airbase until she faded into the darkness. Her chance to go to Heaven was vanishing with each passing minute.
But if I thought that was the worst part of the evening, I was mistaken.
“Stephanie, what’s going on?” Dylan rushed through a parting in the oak trees, barely missing the upset spirit. When he looked at me, his eyebrows shot up in surprise. I’m sure a bazillion questions went through his mind.
Crap. And double crap.
How did Dylan know I would be here? And worse yet, how could I attempt to explain the reason I was here at two in the morning?
Where was Dr. Anthony when I needed him?
Chapter 12
Emotions flooded my body, and for a moment, I felt sick. How did Dylan know I’d be here? I thought he’d be in bed, after the dance. I couldn’t believe my dumb luck. First the spirit with the bad attitude, now this. I wanted to run, hide, or disappear. Anything would be preferable to explaining my current situation to Mr. Righteous.
Boy, talk about being royally screwed.
I scooted in front of my ruined cross. I didn’t want him to see it – well, not yet anyway. A soft crackle came from the wood. Then silence.
Dylan jogged over to where I sat.
“What are you doing?” He touched the crime scene tape. As he read the tape, his eyes widened. “At a crime scene?”
I didn’t know what to say. I mean, where would I even begin? Well … I was waiting for this woman, who happens to be like, dead, so I could drive a cross in the ground and release her soul to Heaven.
The last person I wanted to think I was a nut case was Dylan.
“Whoa, Steph.” Dylan pushed away what remained of the tape. He whistled the Twilight Zone tune. “You’re in big trouble messing with this.”
Duh, like I didn’t know that.
“It’s not what you think. Really.” I continued to block the cross with my body.
“Uh, huh.” He squatted next to me. Close up I saw concern in his hazel eyes. “Why are you out in a deserted area so early in the morning? Not the brightest move, Steph.”
“If I told you, you’d never believe me.”
“Try me.” Horror crept on to his face. “Unless of course, you really did something…. You didn’t, did you?”
“No, I didn’t kill anyone, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“You have to admit, this doesn’t look good.”
My heart missed a beat. I wanted to tell Dylan the truth, really I did. Memories of the only time I’d trusted someone with my secret held me back. I could still feel the humiliation of my visit to the loony bin and the ridicule of everyone, including my own family.
No, I refused to let that happen again.
“Help me up, will ya?”
Dylan extended his hand to me. With my other hand I grabbed my now-ruined cross.
Dylan’s eyes blinked in surprise. “Is that a cross?”
“Well, it was before....” I shook my head. “Forget it.”
“Boy this is getting weirder by the minute. I feel like I’m in the middle of an X-File episode.” He narrowed his eyes. “You sure you don’t want to tell me what’s going on?”
I grew impatient with Dylan’s version of Twenty Questions . Each minute he drilled me meant less time to help that poor woman. I didn’t want to unload on Dylan about the real reason I’d come to the airbase. But I knew I had no choice. I had to fix my botched rescue.
So I decided to throw him a bone. I wouldn’t be giving out the whole scoop, just a little info. Enough – I hoped – to satisfy Dylan until I contacted the counselor. Maybe,
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