Текст книги "The Monster Within"

Автор книги: Kelly Hashway

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ETHAN slept in, so I watched infomercials on the one TV station that came in. Thankfully Ethan had gotten the TV working again after my peeping Tom collided with it. Really I wasn’t even watching, but I figured it would look suspicious if Ethan found me sitting in a dark room staring at the wall. So I put the TV on as a decoy. Meanwhile, my brain went over every possible reason Beth could be messing with me.

“Hey.” Ethan was all smiles as he came into the living room.

I hoped he wouldn’t make a comment about last night. I’d end up blushing and feeling self-conscious. “Morning.”

“I’m going to hit the shower, and then we can drive out to that storage place. It’s about two hours from here, so if we leave in the next twenty minutes, we should make it back in time for our shift at the diner.”

“Sounds good.” I went into the bedroom and got dressed. I was eager to get away from this place. Now that I knew that it was so easy for people to break in, I didn’t feel safe here, and it wasn’t like I could tell Ethan. So I was dying again last night, and I hit my head on a rock and blacked out, but I had another vision of some strange old man, and when I woke up from it, I was breathing normally, and the rock circle was back in place. Oh, yeah, and did I mention I found another note, which means someone else broke in?

Oh crap! The note! I ran out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. The note was still on the counter. I hadn’t even been able to bring myself to touch it last night. The bathroom door opened. Speedy Ethan was ready to go. I grabbed the note and slipped it into my back pocket.

“All set.” I faked a smile and pretended I’d been waiting for him.

I locked the door behind us and almost bumped right into Ethan. “What’s wrong?”

“Did you move the rocks back?”

Another thing I’d forgotten. “No.” There, it wasn’t a lie. I stared at the rocks circling the house, like I was as surprised as Ethan. “Do you think it was whoever broke in and stole my necklace?”

“No. It was probably those guys from the diner. They were pretty mad about getting kicked out.”

“They didn’t get kicked out. Shannon did. She’s the one who made them leave.”

“Doesn’t matter. I bet they’re screwing with us.”

Us. Crap! “Do you think they know we live together?” If that was true, then more than just two people knew about our living arrangements.

“I don’t know. Maybe.” He shrugged. “I’m thinking we should leave the rocks, at least for a little while. They’ll get tired of messing with us if it looks like we don’t even care.”

“I guess that makes sense.” If only ignoring my problems really was the answer, but my Hyde side wouldn’t let me ignore them, neither would my conscience.

We took Route 80 most of the way to the storage facility. How Ethan knew which one to go to was a mystery to me. There were tons of them, and they all looked the same. We pulled up to a gated entrance, and Ethan used a passkey to open it. We drove around the building to a set of smaller, climate-controlled garages.

“That’s us.” Ethan nodded to the row of doors on our right.

“You said this is your cousin’s storage unit?” I followed Ethan out of the car and down the lot to a big garage door with the number 1221.

“Yeah, but he moved to California last year. Told you he wouldn’t be using the cottage or this place.”

That was good to know. At least none of Ethan’s family would be breaking into the cottage while we were sleeping. That was reserved for strangers who liked to scare me.

Ethan used his passkey to open the garage door on the storage container. It wasn’t very big, but it was packed with things.

“Whoa, look at this stuff.” There were chairs, an ottoman, pots and pans, dishes, an old stereo system. It was like the family had packed up all the good stuff and left the junk to rot in the cottage.

“We can take anything you want back to the cottage. It’s not like anyone is going to use it.”

“Why would your family save all this stuff if they never plan on coming back to the cottage? Why are they even still keeping the cottage? They could sell it.”

Ethan sighed. “You’re always so curious about everything.”

“Sorry.” I was prying. I didn’t have a right to question what his family did. I should’ve been grateful we had a place to stay, and now we’d have some decent furniture, too.

“My great-grandfather built the cottage. No one has the nerve to sell it or tear it down, so it just sits.” Ethan started picking through a stack of books to avoid looking at me. This must have been a sensitive family issue. One I’d missed thanks to cancer.

“But if we hadn’t moved in, it would’ve fallen apart eventually.”

“I know. No one else seemed to figure that out, but I couldn’t let that happen. I have great memories here.”

I reached for his hands and turned him toward me. “You’ll have great memories here again.”

He kissed me, and I felt the full weight of his decision to come here. It was about more than just saving me. He was saving a part of himself, too. It was a relief to find out Ethan wasn’t basing his new life on me alone. That would have been too much pressure for me to live up to.

“Why don’t you look around and pick out some things you’d like to take back with us? I’ll go find your ring. I put it in the top drawer of a desk in the back corner.”

“Okay.”

He disappeared in the back of the container. Even though it wasn’t big, it was pretty dark in the back part of it. I stayed toward the front and tried out a wingback chair. Not as comfortable as it looked. I spied an old beanbag chair and cringed. Ethan was definitely going to want that ugly, brown thing.

I walked over to a tall piece of furniture covered with a sheet. It looked like a full-length standing mirror. I’d always wanted one. I grabbed the edge of the sheet and pulled it off. Dust flew everywhere, covering my face and arms. I staggered backward, choking.

“You okay?” Ethan asked.

“Yeah. Just dust.” I patted my arms and the front of my shirt, wiping the coating of dust from my clothing. “I’m going to step outside and get this off me.”

“All right,” Ethan called back.

I stepped into the sunlight and sneezed. The sneeze led to coughing, and my lungs constricted. It wasn’t just the dust doing this to me. I was having trouble breathing. I was…

No! Not again. It was too soon. Usually I had a little time between attacks, but last night’s attack had been different. I still wasn’t sure what had happened last night, why the attack had stopped. Why I was alive. There hadn’t been a body lying next to me when the vision ended, so I couldn’t have killed anyone. Was I getting better? Could the worst be over?

I tried to remain calm, telling myself this would pass. Like last night, it would pass, and I’d feel okay again.

The coughing intensified. I looked up, squinting to see Ethan. He was still searching the desk. I couldn’t put him in danger. Until I knew this would pass, I had to get away from Ethan. I moved as quickly as my body would allow, past the two other storage garages on the end of Ethan’s and around the corner. I came to a door that said “Office.” I stopped and stared at it. I could see movement on the other side of the cloudy glass window in the door. If I went inside, I could make this feeling stop, but it would make someone’s heart stop, too.

I bent forward, putting my hands on my hips and struggling to get air into my lungs. They felt the size of shriveled peas. It wasn’t stopping. Last night had been a fluke. If I didn’t do something soon, I was going to die.

I took a step toward the door and reached for the doorknob, but before my fingers grasped it, I stopped. I couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t kill to save myself. Just because my life had ended early and I felt like the universe owed me something, I didn’t have the right to decide my life was more important than someone else’s.

I eased myself to the ground, coughing and choking on the air, which felt as heavy as concrete. My body went cold and rigid. My legs stuck out in front of me, and my back leaned up against the building. I had only minutes left. This was my last chance to change my mind. To save myself.

The will to live took hold of me and battled my brain. I tried to stand, to get to the office, but my conscience worked against me, slowing me, letting death catch up to me.

The office door opened, and a man smoking a cigar stepped out. He was humming as he counted a handful of rubber-banded bills. I stuck my foot out, tripping him. He stumbled forward, and I cursed myself for being weak. He fell a few feet away from me, still too far for me to touch.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” he said, assuming he’d tripped over me, never suspecting I was trying to take him down. He grabbed the money and quickly pocketed it.

I swallowed, getting a tiny sip of air in my body.

“Do you need help? You don’t look so good.” He looked up at the sky. “Is it the sun? Heatstroke maybe? It’s unusually hot today.”

I couldn’t answer. His cigar had fallen out of his mouth when I tripped him, and it rolled toward me. I extended my finger toward it.

“Oh, there it is.” He picked up the cigar, grazing my finger with his hand.

I swallowed another sip of air. The slightest touches were keeping me from death, but how long would this last? How long could I hold out?

He bent down next to me. “Tell you what, I’m going to call 911 for you. You could probably use an IV or something to rehydrate.” He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out his phone.

My fingers crept toward him, lured by the heat coming from his body.

“Yes, this is George Peterson down at—” He stopped and stared at his phone. “Damn cell reception. I lost the call. They probably didn’t hear any of that.” My head lolled to the side, and I fell toward him. He dropped his phone and reached for me, supporting my head in his hands.

His touch sent waves of warmth to my freezing cold body. I shivered and then warmed. I breathed in—short, raspy breaths. Not enough. I raised one hand and waved George toward me.

“What is it? Did you want to tell me something?” He leaned toward my face, waiting to hear what it was I had to say.

I raised my hand to his neck, and he thought I was trying to pull him closer. He leaned down farther, allowing me to press my other palm against his chest. Instantly his life began to leave his body and enter mine. Air filled my lungs. I felt the warmth of my blood flow throughout my body.

George made a gurgling sound, and my eyes snapped to his face. He was shriveling at my touch. His body caved into itself, and his eyes pleaded with me as the life drained out of them. He slumped forward on me. My body shook with tears that threatened to spill out. I was so weak. Too weak to let myself die. To put an end to all of this. I hated myself, hated the monster within me.

“Sam?” Ethan called.

Oh, God! He couldn’t find me like this. He knew about the body at the gas station and at school. If he found me near George right now, he might start to piece things together, figure out the common factor in all the deaths. Me.

I scrambled to my feet and opened the office door. I dragged George by his feet until he was in the office. I locked the door behind us. It would be difficult to explain later if Ethan found me in here, but at least it would buy me time to hide the body. I dragged George behind the counter and made sure none of his limbs were sticking out. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, as if the words could help him. Satisfied that no one would find George before Ethan and I got out of here, I put my ear to the door and listened for Ethan.

A knock made me jump. The doorknob jiggled.

“Hello?” Ethan called. “Anybody working today?”

I stayed frozen in place, afraid the slightest move would give me away. If I could hear Ethan, then he could hear me, too. I waited for him to leave before peeking out the cloudy window on the door. No sign of him, but I had to be careful. The window didn’t allow me to see down the row of storage containers. Ethan could be standing two units down, and I wouldn’t know it until I’d stepped out of the office and fully into his view.

My pulse thundered in my ears, limiting my hearing. I wanted to wait him out to make sure he was really gone, but the longer I stayed here, the more Ethan would worry, and my chance of lying my way out of the situation would decrease. I unlocked the door slowly, careful not to let it click back into place. I hesitated a few seconds to make sure Ethan hadn’t heard the lock, that he wasn’t coming back to look for me.

I turned the knob slowly until it wouldn’t turn anymore. Holding it in place, I pulled the door open an inch and peeked out. I didn’t see any shadows or movement, so I opened it a little more. Still nothing. I stepped out and pulled the door shut behind me. I glanced in both directions before bolting across the parking lot to the back of the building. Ethan wouldn’t come this way. He’d go back to the car thinking that’s where I’d gone.

I followed the building around to the front gate. My only chance was to come up on the car and pretend I’d gotten turned around since all the garages looked the same. Once again, I had to play dumb, no matter how much I hated it. But there were a lot of things about my life that I hated these days.

Ethan came out of garage 1221 as I walked up to the car. “What happened? Where were you?”

“I got lost.” I turned around and looked at the building, pretending to be confused by the layout. “I went back to the car because I got some dirt or something in my eye, but someone yelled for help.”

“Really? I didn’t hear anyone.” Ethan scrunched up his face.

“I guess it’s tough to hear outside noises from the storage garage. You were all the way in the back of it.” It scared me how easily the lies spilled from my lips. He nodded, waiting for me to continue. “I thought it was you calling me at first, so I followed the voice. But it turned out to be some guy who lost his passkey and couldn’t get in the gate. I didn’t know how to get the gate open without a key, so he ended up calling the office for help. After that, I had a little trouble remembering how to get back here. I think the heat is messing with my head.” I could thank George for that excuse.

“Well, unfortunately, I have some bad news.”

So many things came to mind. He’d found the manager’s body. His family had called and said they were checking the cottage in case Ethan was hiding out there.

“It’s your ring. It wasn’t in the desk drawer where I left it.”

“What? Do you think your family is here? Did they come looking for you?”

He shook his head. “No. I don’t think so. Besides, they have no idea I put the ring in the storage garage. My parents probably assumed I kept it with me. I should’ve kept it with me, but I couldn’t.”

I didn’t want him to have to explain his actions to me again, so I reached for his hand and squeezed it. “Then what happened to my ring? Why isn’t it here?”

His face turned cold. “Someone broke in and took it.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

WHAT was with everyone stealing my stuff? This was getting ridiculous now. It was like someone had it in for me, knew I was a monster and was trying to mess with me.

“Was anything else missing?” I was determined to find some indication that this wasn’t all about me. That things like this happened to other people, too.

“Not that I could tell.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “There could be other stuff missing, though. I don’t really know what my cousin had in here. I didn’t look around that much when I put the ring in the desk.”

“But still.” I shook my head. “Why would someone come to a storage facility, pass up a bunch of stuff they could sell, and only take a ring that was hidden in a desk drawer? How would they even know it was there?”

“Good question.”

“Are you sure you put it in here? Is there any way you forgot what you did with it? That you lost it?”

“No!” He sighed, making an effort to calm down. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I just don’t understand this. I put the ring here to keep it safe. I knew you’d want it back.”

I stared at him, hating that whoever was screwing with me was screwing with Ethan, too. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He didn’t deserve this. He wasn’t like me.

“What if…” I stopped, afraid that if I said what I was thinking, Ethan would get more upset. But I couldn’t help thinking the ring I found in that wooden box really was mine. It didn’t make sense. Ethan hadn’t put it there, but if my ring was missing from the storage facility, and two people had already broken into the cottage, it didn’t seem so strange that someone could’ve planted my ring in that box.

Ethan was staring at me, waiting for me to finish my thought.

“Sorry, this heat is messing with me.” I shook my head, pretending to brush off the heat. “I was going to say, what if we pack up some things to take back with us and stop for milkshakes on the way home? I could really use a cold drink.” Ethan used to bring me milkshakes all the time when I was sick. It was our thing.

“Sure.” He kissed the top of my head, which was easy considering he was 6’2” and I was only 5’6”.

I pointed out a few pieces of furniture to bring back to the cottage with us—an end table, an ottoman, and a leather chair. Ethan somehow managed to fit it all in the trunk. The nice thing about his car was it was a hatchback. The trunk was enormous; with the back seats down, it was almost like having a small truck.

“Anything else?” Ethan wiped his brow with the back of his hand.

I eyed the beanbag chair, knowing he was waiting for me to give the okay. “Take it.” I elbowed him in the ribs.

“You sure? It doesn’t exactly go with anything, and I know you don’t really like beanbag chairs.”

“I like you, though.” I smiled and reached up on my toes to kiss him lightly on the lips.

“Like?” he said, after we pulled apart.

“Sure. You’re my best friend, aren’t you?”

He cocked his head to the side. “Well, yeah, but I’m your boyfriend, too.”

“Duh. I know that.” He was fishing for reassurance. “You know I love you. I just wanted you to know I like you, too.”

“That’s what the beanbag chair is all about?”

“Yup, and don’t you forget it.” I playfully pushed him toward the storage garage as I got in the car.

Ethan had this amazing way of making me forget the bad things in my life. He’d done it when I had cancer, and he was doing it now, too. But I couldn’t forget for too long. Too much was a mystery to me right now, and after our outing this morning, I could add my missing ring to the list. And then there was George… The list I added him to was entirely too long.

After Ethan packed up the car, we hopped back on Route 80. Ethan said he knew an ice-cream shop not far from here. His aunt and uncle used to take him when he was a child. I stayed in the car while he went inside for our milkshakes.

He left the car running so I didn’t melt in the heat, and I let the air conditioning blow right on my face. I could see the huge line in the ice-cream shop. It looked like everyone within a twenty-mile radius had come out for ice cream. I couldn’t blame them. It was really hot today. It was going to be a while before Ethan got to the front of the line, so I turned on the radio and leaned my head back. Music filled the car, drowning out the thoughts in my head.

At some point, I started to drift off, but then I heard a strange buzzing sound. I sat up, realizing it was coming from the radio. It was one of those emergency alerts. I turned up the volume.

Please be advised that the heat index is unusually high for this time of year. Take extra precaution against heatstroke by staying hydrated and indoors as much as possible. There have been several incidents of heatrelated fatalities in the area.

I wondered if the police would think George was one of the heat-related fatalities. I switched the radio off, not wanting to hear any more. Even in the air-conditioned car, I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I opened the glove compartment to search for a napkin or tissue.

Ethan wasn’t exactly neat. The glove compartment was filled with gum wrappers and melted protein bars. Yuck! No napkins. I got out of the car and opened the trunk. Maybe there were some floating around back there under the furniture we’d packed. With Ethan, you never knew where you’d find things. But other than a lone sock, I didn’t find anything.

Back in the car, I searched the floor under my seat. Gross, but I was desperate. A piece of paper sliced my finger, and I jerked my hand back. “Stupid paper cut.” I squeezed my finger to stop the stinging. Then I reached my other hand under the seat again, wanting to know what had cut me.

I pulled out a yellow Post-it note and froze at the sight of it. Another one? I could see the black magic marker bleeding through it from the other side. My hand shook as I flipped the note over.

Put your ring back in the box.

My ring? I didn’t have my ring. Or did I? Did this mean the ring I had taken from the wooden box really was mine? And why would whoever was sending me these notes want me to put the ring back? If it was really mine, I wanted to wear it, not keep it tucked in a box out of sight.

All these questions clouded my mind, temporarily masking the fear that was creeping up my spine, but I couldn’t hold it off forever. The fact of the matter was that someone had been in Ethan’s car. Probably while we were at the storage facility. Maybe while I was stealing the life from George.

I wasn’t safe at home. Three break-ins had proven that. I wasn’t safe at school. Someone had gotten into my locker and left things for me twice. And now I wasn’t even safe in Ethan’s car. I wasn’t safe anywhere. Whoever was messing with me found me everywhere I went.

A tap at my window made me jump. I dropped the note on the floor and quickly covered it with my foot. Ethan was holding two milkshakes in his hands and balancing a large order of fries in the crook of his arm. I lowered the window and reached for the milkshakes, placing them in the cup holders in the middle console.

“Thanks. I was afraid I’d drop your fries if I tried to open the door.”

“Why’d you order fries when we’re headed to the diner? We can get them there for free. You know we have to conserve our money. We have bills now.” Ethan had managed to put the electric bill in a fake name, too, but we still had to pay it, or it would be shut off.

“I know, but Jackson threw me an extra twenty last night for bailing him out in the kitchen. He said cooks should make more than busboys.” He shrugged. “Besides, you love to eat fries with your vanilla shakes.”

I did. Most people thought it was gross to combine the two—I’d been known to dunk my fries right into my milkshakes—but I loved it.

While Ethan walked around the car and got in the driver’s seat, I grabbed the note off the floor and shoved it in my pocket.

“Thank you.” I leaned over and kissed him. His lips were cool. He’d obviously had a few sips of his chocolate shake. My lips lingered on his. The coolness was refreshing.

When I pulled away, Ethan smiled. “Note to self—buy Sam more milkshakes.”

I ate my fries and downed my milkshake before we made it to the diner. I was full and my insides were blissfully cool. Things were looking up.

“You know, I actually like working at the diner.” Ethan slurped the remains of his shake. “Jackson’s great, and I like cooking. If we could afford food at the house, I’d cook for you all the time.”

“That sounds heavenly.” I pictured Ethan cooking in our kitchen. Of course, in my mind he was shirtless while he was doing it.

“How are you liking the job?” He turned to look at me. He was always trying to make sure I was okay with the way our new life was going. He knew school wasn’t the greatest for me, so he was hoping I loved the job at the diner as much as he did.

“Gloria’s great, and the tips are good. Well, most of the time anyway.” I thought of Nora, who hadn’t given me a single tip. That reminded me she owed Gloria for her last bill. “I hope Nora doesn’t show up tonight.”

“Who’s Nora?”

“That girl who comes in every day and only orders coffee.”

He shrugged, not sure who I was talking about.

“She has jet-black hair and bleached-blonde eyebrows. You must have seen her.”

He shook his head.

“She always wears a green dress.”

“Sorry, don’t know her. Does she go to our school?”

Good question. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen her there, but that doesn’t mean much. It’s a big school, and we’ve only been there for two days.”

“Ask her.”

“I try not to talk to her. She’s…strange. And she never tips me. I got into it with her yesterday because she skipped out on her bill the night before. I got her to pay me, but then she ran out without paying for the bill she’d just rung up. It wasn’t much, only coffee, but still.”

Ethan smirked. “I’d be surprised if she shows up again. Gloria must be pissed.”

“Actually, I think Gloria was more mad at me.”

He narrowed his brow. “That doesn’t make sense. She took your side against Shannon.”

“I know, but I did let a customer walk out without paying. Twice.”

“I see your point.” Ethan pulled into the diner and parked. He shut the car off and turned to me. “Let me know if Nora shows up tonight. I’ll set her straight.”

“Are you kidding me? The second I turn my back on her, she’ll probably steal the coffee pot and run.” I laughed, letting him know I’d be fine. I’d figure out a way to deal with Nora—if she even showed up.

Saturdays at the diner were like Super Bowl Sunday at a sports bar. Beyond crazy. Poor Gloria looked frazzled and about to drop. I stashed my purse behind the counter and grabbed my apron.

“Sit,” I told Gloria, as I took the tray of food from her hands. “Which table?”

She pointed to the booth in the corner before slumping onto the only open stool at the counter.

I headed over, trying to look like I had this waitress thing down pat. “Okay, who had the bacon cheeseburger with sweet potato fries?”

The table of people looked up at me, most likely wondering who I was.

“I’m Sam. I’ll be taking over for Gloria. Now, about that bacon cheeseburger?”

The guy nearest me raised his hand like he was in a classroom. I stifled a laugh as I placed the plate in front of him.

“Reuben?”

“Here,” said a girl across the table.

I delivered the rest of the orders and tucked the tray under my arm. “Anything else I can get for you right now?”

Everyone shook their heads, already digging into the food.

“I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.”

I did that about thirty more times, introducing myself to tables Gloria had already seated and placed orders for. No one complained about the staff change, probably because I could zip around the diner at four times Gloria’s speed.

Once everyone was eating, I got a glass of water and placed it on the counter in front of Gloria. “It’s hot today, and it’s even hotter when you’re running around. Drink this. I don’t want you dehydrating on me.” I thought of the alert on the radio. I couldn’t lose Gloria to heat exhaustion.

“Thanks, Samantha. You are a lifesaver.”

I swallowed hard. If she only knew how wrong she was. The only life I saved was my own, and at the cost of others’. And here I was trying to act normal, making myself forget what I really was.

“Um, waitress,” someone called.

I snapped my head up. The voice came from the other end of the counter. I saw her green dress before I saw her face. Nora.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I stormed over to her, leaving Gloria looking after me and wondering what was wrong.

“I hope you came to pay your bill.”

Without a word, she took a small change purse from the pocket of her dress and counted out the exact price of a cup of coffee.

“Thanks for the tip,” I said, swiping the change off the counter.

I let her sit there, without coffee, for ten minutes, while I helped everyone else in the place. Finally Gloria gave me a look. I didn’t see what the big deal was. Nora never spent more than $1.75. It wouldn’t be any big loss if she stopped coming. But I didn’t want to upset Gloria, so I picked up the coffee pot and brought it to the end of the counter. I grabbed a cup from the shelf and put it in front of Nora. But I didn’t pour the coffee.

“What, am I supposed to serve myself now?” she asked.

“$1.75.”

“You haven’t even given me my coffee yet. Why should I pay you?”

“Because you have a reputation for drinking and running. $1.75 or no coffee.”

She huffed at me, but she took out her purse again and slammed a dollar and three quarters on the counter. I wondered how she always had exact change. She couldn’t even accidentally tip me.

I took the money and poured the coffee. As I passed Gloria on my way back to the coffee station, she clapped her hands.

“What?”

“Nicely played. I knew you’d figure out a way to handle her.”

I smiled. Just like that, I was forgiven. I poured Gloria another glass of water before checking on my tables.

The hours flew by. The crowd never lightened. My feet were screaming as I wiped down the counter after the last customer left. When I got to the spot where Nora had been sitting, I picked up her cup, revealing a yellow Post-it note.

No way! Nora was the one leaving me the notes?

I turned it over.

I know what you are.