Emily's Curse by Dee J. Stone

Author:Dee J. Stone [Stone, Dee J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-05-17T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

I wake up covered in a pile of crumpled tissues. It takes me a second to remember the awful night I had. I cried myself to sleep. Images of Marty danced around in my head, a very much alive Marty. He had such a sweet smile and the cutest dorky glasses ever. He was shy and smart, and so much fun.

And I murdered him. He was so full of life one minute and so dead the next. All because of me.

I reach for my phone and scan the screen. No text from Toby. My face burns with the memory of his lips on mine. It was amazing. Who woulda thunk Toby knows how to lay one on a girl?

No, not Toby. It was a phantom Toby, a possessed one. One who’s after my…yeah, stuff.

There go the tears again. I grab another tissue and blow. What did this kiss mean to me, though? Was I possessed, too?

“Emily, breakfast!” Dad calls.

When he’s around in the mornings, Dad likes to make breakfast into this whole big production. Pancakes, toast, eggs, you name it. The smell coming from the kitchen should make my mouth water, but I have a black hole in my stomach. It’s sucking in every part of me, my guts, my energy, and my soul.

I turn over on my side, pressing a tissue to my eyes. My head kills. I’ve never cried so hard before, never felt so…broken. Lifeless.

“Emily!” he calls again.

My door opens. I smell Meg’s hand cream, or body cream, or body lotion, or perfume, or hand sanitizer, or whatever the heck she uses to make her have that distinct Meg smell that’s some sort of vanilla and strawberry combo.

“You’re still in bed?” she asks.

Marty’s empty eyes staring up at the dark sky. I squeeze my eyes shut, but the image won’t go away.

“Em, what’s wrong? Dad, something’s wrong with Emily!”

Heavy footsteps stomp on the steps before I smell Dad. He doesn’t wear cologne or anything, but he has a Dad smell. It always made me feel like he was invincible when I was a kid. I still feel the same now, although logically, I know that’s not true.

He’s at my bedside and rests a hand on my back. “Emily, what’s going on?”

I don’t face him. I know I need to tell him. The black hole is getting bigger. I can hardly breathe and my head is pounding. But I need to tell him.

“I claimed my first victim,” I whisper.

I feel him jerk back. Tears surge out my eyes. “Emily?” he asks, voice hallow. I bury my face in my pillow. “Meg,” he says. “Can Emily and I have a moment, please?”

Instead of my sister backing out, she’s at my bed, too, but on the other side so she faces me. Her hands cross over her chest. “No. I know something is going on with Em. I know you guys are keeping a secret. I’m not stupid.”

Oh, not now. I can’t deal with Meg finding out. I need time to process all of this and try to deal until we find a cure.

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