Entangled Summer by Barrow-Belisle Michele

Author:Barrow-Belisle, Michele [Barrow-Belisle, Michele]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bar-Belle Publishing
Published: 2015-06-30T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Before the offices had even opened I was waiting for Grace on the front steps. She didn’t greet me. In fact she didn’t even look surprised to see me. We weren’t scheduled to have our next session for another two days. Yet she calmly unlocked the door and opened it to let me in. It wasn’t until she’d turned on the lights, hung up her sweater and sat at her desk that she took a good look at me. A cloud passed over her eyes, the kind of fear you see in a mother’s eyes. One filled with worry and regret and panic. Then it passed.

I perched on the edge of the oak chair, and gripped the armrests. With a glance at my white knuckle hold she offered a rare understanding smile. It was as if our last encounter hadn’t even happened. She didn’t even look disappointed in me. And she always looked disappointed in me.

“Tell me what happened.”

“Why do I feel like you already know.”

“I have an inkling, but I’d like to hear it from you.”

I leaned back and washed my hands over my face, wincing as I brushed over the bruise. This whole camp experience was starting to mess with my sanity. First I’m hired to teach puppetry at Hogwarts camp for mystical rich kids, then I find out I’m just like them, and now... the guy I’ve been dreaming about since my freshman year, suddenly appears in front of me. In the forest. There was no amount of therapy on the planet that could undo that kind of trauma. Words completely failed me.

She pushed back her chair after my lengthy silence and headed for the table under the window. “Tea?” she held up a hand-painted pot.

I nodded absently.

Only once she’d returned and handed me a steaming cup of what smelled like chamomile did I finally look up at her.

“He’s here.” I said, my voice sounding gravelly and thick with emotion. I felt the loss of him as painfully as I felt it in my dreams. Like a hole had been dripped into my chest, a cavity no amount of counseling or distraction could possible hope to fill.

“Darcy,” she nodded. “Where did you see him?”

It struck me that she wasn’t even surprised by this fact. But then why would she be? She was the one who’d told me it would happen. She’d insisted he was real all along, while I’d insisted she was crazy. Apparently I was the crazy one for believing that dream guys were supposed to stay in your dreams, not stroll out into your waking world.

“What does this even mean?” I asked, before taking a sip. My hands trembled slightly as I set down the cup.

Settling into her leather chair, she leaned forward.

I waited all of half a second for her to say something before I started talking again. “I was attacked. By someone in my dream. How is that even possible? I know I know. Everything is possible, but how... why?” I shook my head.

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