Hush Money by Susan Bischoff

Author:Susan Bischoff [Bischoff, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Love & Romance, government tyranny communism end times prophecy god america omens, paranormal paranormal romance young adult, Romance, school life, superhero, Superheroes, Supernatural, teen, YA, Young Adult
ISBN: 9781453787540
Google: x5zVcQAACAAJ
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2010-09-23T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Joss

“Just anywhere back in here is good. They won’t be able to see us from the road, if anyone’s looking.”

Dylan pulled the van up onto the lawn where I said. He had to leave the engine running because, well, we didn’t know how to turn it off. But at least it was quiet. We were at the rest area on the interstate, off the service drive and behind a hill. It was one of my family’s emergency rendezvous points and the place I thought of automatically as a place for us to hide out and regroup.

The enormity of what had happened was trying really hard to get to me, and I was trying really hard to ignore it. My head was pounding and I kept seeing all the things I had done, all the ways I had used my abilities—in front of all these kids. In front of government agents! It was all sort of a blur now, and I was so tired I felt like I could curl up and go to sleep and convince myself it had been a nightmare—except for the smell of tear gas in my hair. We had all piled into the van, and I made Dylan wait to pull out until we saw Eric lead the agents away from the house. The gas had started to seep inside. Good luck getting that out of the upholstery.

Dylan tugged at my sleeve.

“Come on. Let’s get some fresh air.”

We all piled out, some of the kids dropping onto the grass just a few steps from the van, faking nonchalance and failing badly. I wasn’t the only one who was damned shaken up from the evening’s events—I didn’t have to be psychic to know that. Speaking of which…

“How are you doing?” Dylan asked. “You don’t look so good.”

A) Aren’t you the charmer, and B) Stop paying attention to me, it’s freaking me out!!

He shrugged out of his jacket and was slipping it onto me before I could think to refuse it, and only a moment before my teeth started to chatter. It wasn’t even that cold, but I was exhausted, hurting, freaked out, and exposed in this stupid outfit I’d forgotten about. I couldn’t do anything but stammer a thank you and take a step back to get myself some distance. Of course the heel of Kat’s stupid shoe sunk into the ground, which I wasn’t used to, I stumbled sideways, and Dylan was there to catch me.

That’s when Heather stepped in. “Hey Joss, I really gotta…you know. Walk with me.”

I shrugged at Dylan as I set off with Heather, like I was resigned to my girly duty to accompany my kind to the bathroom. When I’d never done any such thing in my life. And now I had to do it walking around in these stupid shoes. The heels were low—I couldn’t have walked in high ones—but they were pointy, and kept sinking. The things didn’t even have toes. On top of everything else, I had cold feet.

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