Blood Orange Soda: Paranormal Romance by Larranaga James Michael

Author:Larranaga, James Michael [Larranaga, James Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JML
Published: 2014-02-26T05:00:00+00:00

Thursday, October 23

I wake to the sound of the furnace exhaling its heat into the upper levels of our home, while I’m curled up tightly in my blankets. It’s colder here in the basement than anywhere else in the house. The muscles along my shoulders and back are sore, and all I want to do is roll over and sleep in. There’s frost on the window, so I know it’s cold out there. Sitting up in bed, I set my feet on the cold floor and open my mini-fridge to grab a Soda. Today is the start of my three-dose regimen. By tonight I’ll be seventeen bottles of Soda into my journey. I’m stronger than I was even a week ago, and I’m certainly able to jump higher. That deserves a bit of celebration, so I roll back into the warmth of my covers.

I’m almost about to slip into sleep when I hear the kitchen door open and my mom entering the house. She does that same routine every morning when she returns from her night shift. She hangs her purse on the rack, loads the dishwasher, and makes a pot of coffee so she can stay awake long enough to greet Kira and me before we leave for school.

I think of Jonathan again as I reach for my laptop on the floor and I open it, staring into the glow as I click on my Facebook page. There are messages waiting for me, but it’s only Alex and Marcus from the Vampire Club requesting to be my friend. I accept.

Jonathan’s Facebook page doesn’t have any contact information, so I navigate to the Chicago Tribune website and search again for stories by him. There’s a list of news stories he’s written, mostly crime and investigative pieces, which is cool. I realize that reporters have their e-mail links below their bylines. Jonathan’s contact info listed at the bottom of one of his stories, and I grab my phone off my nightstand and enter the number into my contacts. It’s too early to call him and I’m too tired anyway, so I slide my laptop to the foot of my bed and drift off to sleep.

It’s seven fifteen, with my mom standing above me. What the heck? I was in such a deep sleep, the kind where I’m dreaming so intensely, that when I look at her I’m not even sure if I’m actually awake yet. She’s annoyed at my laziness as she picks clothing off my floor and organizes my section of the basement.

“You’ll be late for school. Get up,” she says. “I’ve been calling you from upstairs.”

Sitting up in bed, I’m not chilled like I was a couple of hours earlier. I’m practically sweating. Drinking Soda and falling back to sleep probably isn’t a good idea. She lifts dirty laundry off the floor at the foot of my bed and then she picks up my laptop.

“You sleep with your computer?”

“Homework last night.”

She’s skeptical about that, walks to a milk crate and sits down with my laptop.

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