Inner Demons by Cannon Sarra

Author:Cannon, Sarra [Cannon, Sarra]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Dead River Books
Published: 2010-12-20T06:00:00+00:00

I Won't Have You Associating With Those Girls

The second I got home that afternoon, I pulled out the photocopies I'd made in the library. I went through them all, year by year. My mother got more and more beautiful as she got older. She was in a lot of the candid shots of the football games and pep rallies. I went through all of the pictures, and I identified her and as many other people as I could.

That's when he caught my eye.

At a pep rally in 1993, sitting near the top of the stands all by himself, was Jackson Hunt.

My heart skipped a beat. But that wasn't possible. In 1993, he would have been a tiny baby. I held the picture up close to my face. The boy in the picture definitely looked like Jackson Hunt. Same basic style. Same haircut.

It couldn't be him.

I searched through the rest of the photographs, trying to find another picture of the guy, but there were no others. He certainly wasn't on the football team or in any of the sports groups. It was just lucky that the shot of the pep rally had captured him up on the bleachers.

Part of me wanted to go knock on his door and demand an explanation. The more I thought about it, however, the more I realized I didn't have much to go on. The picture could be his brother or a cousin or something.

Then again, Jackson could be a vampire.

Except that vampires don't exist.

I sighed. Two months ago, I would have said demons didn't exist either, yet here I am, a descendant of one.

I wanted answers, but I had no idea where to start or who to trust.

I stared down at the scattered photos on my bed and made a decision. I might not be able to trust her, but I had a feeling Morgyn Baker could help me with some answers.

Morgyn lived in a small white house on the other side of the bridge. It wasn't hard to find her address. Her grandmother was the only Baker in the phone book. After cheer practice on Tuesday afternoon, I headed straight over to her house on my bike. With practice running so late everyday, Ella Mae had started letting me ride my bike to school.

As I pulled into her driveway, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out to see who the text message was from. Drake. I should have known.

Haven't I suffered long enough? Please call. We need to work this out.

I hit ignore, then propped my bike on its kickstand. Morgyn's house was a far cry from the houses I'd visited so far in Peachville. Instead of a mansion estate, she lived in a small boxey yellow house with peeling paint and an old washing machine in the front yard.

The weather had turned colder. I pulled my sweater close and turned my face against the wind. At the front door, I knocked lightly on the wood and waited. After a short time, the knob turned and a woman with dark auburn hair answered the door.

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