Read Online Shadow Bound (Wraith) by Angel Lawson - Free Book Online
Authors: Angel Lawson
Ads: Link
vegetables and pulling a paring knife out of the drawer. She paused, holding the knife over a tomato. “Jane, I want you to know that we’re really happy you’re in Connor’s life. He was adrift before he met you. And meeting Charlotte, I realized what could have been.”
I had my hand on the back doorknob. “Thank you,” I said. I gave her a weak smile and went out the door, shutting it quietly behind me. I walked to the car and thought about Connor sleeping upstairs, exhausted and worn out. I hoped he could get it together before his parents noticed. I wasn’t confident that he could. Without the meds, the ghosts would be coming soon, if they weren’t already here. I knew it, and so did he.
As I drove away from Connor’s neatly manicured lawn and beautiful house the main thing that bothered me was why he would risk it? Why would Connor take the chance of losing his mind again? The medicine did more than keep his anxiety down, it kept the ghosts to a minimum. There had to be a reason why. I was afraid I already knew.
“M om,” I called down the stairs, “do you know where my bathing suit is?”
I waited a minute at the top of the landing. She popped her head around the corner of the stairwell and said, “In the wash honey, it will be ready by the time we go.”
“Thanks,” I said, going back in my room.
We were leaving in the morning and I was having a hard time getting motivated to pack. Connor was on my mind. The fact he’d stopped taking his medication and everything that meant. I picked up my phone to call him but a blast of cool air made me drop it on the bed.
“Get out,” I said to no one in particular, afraid of what I may find. I’d be lying if I denied that for a second my heart lurched into my throat, and the name “Evan” tried to fall from my mouth. Because there she was, blonde and filmy, standing in the corner. His corner.
“Charlotte,” I said, attempting to hide my disappointment. Disappointed that she hadn’t crossed over. Disappointed she still carried a beauty about her even in death.
“That’s me.”
We stood across from one another in an awkward sort of stand-off. Stupid and juvenile. She’s dead. I’m a jealous fool.
“Sorry for being weird. I’ve never had a visit from someone I know... of.”
“That’s okay. I’ve never been dead, but even if I wasn’t I’m not the type to follow protocols.””
“Are you okay? Do you need help?” I figured I should just get this over with. Ironically, she tilted her head to the side as though I offended her. I rushed to explain. “People tend to find me when they need something taken care of in their past life. Closure or information. Messages passed.”
She stared at me.
“I’m Jane.”
“I know.”
“Oh. You know about me? Like in the ghost world or something?”
“No, Connor told me about you.”
“He told you about me? About this? That I can see the dead?”
“Not exactly. He told me about himself and that he had a girlfriend who understood his “issues,” and that you had a lot in common. I saw your picture at his house. When I died, finding you was pretty easy. Finding Connor wasn’t.”
“Yeah, the drugs. It keeps him ghost free.” For how much longer, I was unsure.
“What about you?”
“I tend to be on better terms with my ghosts.” I pushed aside my suitcase and sat on the bed. “Since you know about me, I’m not going to lie. I heard your death was hard.”
“I killed myself,” she mimed herself hanging. Gross. She was still standing in the corner and I wished she would move.
“I heard.”
“I tried to tell my mom, but she was busy at JeJu or whatever the name of her creepy Korean massage parlor is, and my dad,” she laughed, cold and angry, “he didn’t care. He never did.”
“That sucks.”
“I even tried to tell Connor, but he was busy.” Her eyes narrowed at me accusatorially.
“He cared,” I confirmed. “He still does. He’s really upset.”
She
I had my hand on the back doorknob. “Thank you,” I said. I gave her a weak smile and went out the door, shutting it quietly behind me. I walked to the car and thought about Connor sleeping upstairs, exhausted and worn out. I hoped he could get it together before his parents noticed. I wasn’t confident that he could. Without the meds, the ghosts would be coming soon, if they weren’t already here. I knew it, and so did he.
As I drove away from Connor’s neatly manicured lawn and beautiful house the main thing that bothered me was why he would risk it? Why would Connor take the chance of losing his mind again? The medicine did more than keep his anxiety down, it kept the ghosts to a minimum. There had to be a reason why. I was afraid I already knew.
“M om,” I called down the stairs, “do you know where my bathing suit is?”
I waited a minute at the top of the landing. She popped her head around the corner of the stairwell and said, “In the wash honey, it will be ready by the time we go.”
“Thanks,” I said, going back in my room.
We were leaving in the morning and I was having a hard time getting motivated to pack. Connor was on my mind. The fact he’d stopped taking his medication and everything that meant. I picked up my phone to call him but a blast of cool air made me drop it on the bed.
“Get out,” I said to no one in particular, afraid of what I may find. I’d be lying if I denied that for a second my heart lurched into my throat, and the name “Evan” tried to fall from my mouth. Because there she was, blonde and filmy, standing in the corner. His corner.
“Charlotte,” I said, attempting to hide my disappointment. Disappointed that she hadn’t crossed over. Disappointed she still carried a beauty about her even in death.
“That’s me.”
We stood across from one another in an awkward sort of stand-off. Stupid and juvenile. She’s dead. I’m a jealous fool.
“Sorry for being weird. I’ve never had a visit from someone I know... of.”
“That’s okay. I’ve never been dead, but even if I wasn’t I’m not the type to follow protocols.””
“Are you okay? Do you need help?” I figured I should just get this over with. Ironically, she tilted her head to the side as though I offended her. I rushed to explain. “People tend to find me when they need something taken care of in their past life. Closure or information. Messages passed.”
She stared at me.
“I’m Jane.”
“I know.”
“Oh. You know about me? Like in the ghost world or something?”
“No, Connor told me about you.”
“He told you about me? About this? That I can see the dead?”
“Not exactly. He told me about himself and that he had a girlfriend who understood his “issues,” and that you had a lot in common. I saw your picture at his house. When I died, finding you was pretty easy. Finding Connor wasn’t.”
“Yeah, the drugs. It keeps him ghost free.” For how much longer, I was unsure.
“What about you?”
“I tend to be on better terms with my ghosts.” I pushed aside my suitcase and sat on the bed. “Since you know about me, I’m not going to lie. I heard your death was hard.”
“I killed myself,” she mimed herself hanging. Gross. She was still standing in the corner and I wished she would move.
“I heard.”
“I tried to tell my mom, but she was busy at JeJu or whatever the name of her creepy Korean massage parlor is, and my dad,” she laughed, cold and angry, “he didn’t care. He never did.”
“That sucks.”
“I even tried to tell Connor, but he was busy.” Her eyes narrowed at me accusatorially.
“He cared,” I confirmed. “He still does. He’s really upset.”
She
Similar Books
