Jekel Loves Hyde by Beth Fantaskey

Author:Beth Fantaskey [Fantaskey, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Stevenson; Robert Louis, Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, Supernatural, Murder, True Crime, YA), Schools, School & Education, Social Issues, Love & Romance, Girls & Women, Pennsylvania, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, United States, Mysteries & Detective Stories, People & Places, General fiction (Children's, Social Issues - Adolescence, General, Experiments, High schools, Children: Young Adult (Gr. 10-12), Children's Books - Young Adult Fiction, Adolescence
ISBN: 9780152063900
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Published: 2010-04-05T01:34:43.042000+00:00

"Jill." Mom interrupted my thoughts.

I looked over to see that she was holding out the empty glass, which I accepted. "Yes?"

"Dr. Hyde ..." She closed her eyes, preparing to drift off to sleep.

"He's really helping me. We've sorted so much out. And I realize now how much I've let you down since your father died."

"No, Mom." I set down the glass and took her hand. "You've been sick."

"Yes, that's what Frederick says," Mom agreed. "But still, I feel awful to think how much you've had to handle."

"It's no big deal," I reassured her. Yet a part of me was thinking,

"Frederick"? Not "Dr. Hyde"? Was that weird or did most patients address their therapists so informally? "Just keep getting better, Mom," I said. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine."

"You're a strong girl, Jill." Mom squeezed my hand, starting to sound groggy. "Thank you for taking such good care of me. And please say thank you, too, to Frederick's son ..."

"Tristen," I reminded her. Had Tristen drugged her so effectively that she'd forgotten his name, even?

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"Yes, Tristen." Mom choked a little, and I was surprised to see a tear run down her cheek. "If it wasn't for you asking him and his intervention ... I don't know if I'd even be here today," she said, voice thick with emotion. "You have no idea how close I was to giving up ..."

"Don't say that, Mom," I cried. "You wouldn't have--"

"I don't know," she said. "But you shouldn't worry now. The last few months are starting to seem like a bad dream. I would never hurt myself, not now."

All at once, I felt myself starting to choke, my throat tightening. Mom wouldn't do anything crazy. But Tristen might--that very night. At that very moment, he might be ingesting something dangerous ...

My eyes darted to the clock again. Almost ten fifteen.

"Tell him when you see him, Jill," Mom added, in the sleepy voice that always told me when the medicine was taking effect, "that I will never forget what he did for me. Frederick said that Tristen spoke so powerfully on our behalf that he felt compelled to take my case ..." Her voice trailed off, the pills and warm soup and the effort of confiding so much taking their toll.

"I will, Mom," I promised, forgetting in that moment everything that Tristen had done to her. I stood up, feeling sick and filled with terror and remorse. If I didn't try to stop him, his blood would be on my hands. "I have to go."

"Where, Jill?" Mom murmured. But she sounded barely awake.

"Out," I said. "I need to thank Tristen--right now!" Mom was already dozing, though, and I didn't think she knew that I'd left her. Closing her bedroom door behind me, I darted down the hallway, pausing only to grab my backpack and a paper clip from my desk, and praying that I wasn't too late.

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Chapter 41 Tristen

I HAD DIFFICULTY picking the lock at the school. My hands shook almost uncontrollably--not in anticipation of the fate that I probably faced, but due to what I'd just read on my father's computer.

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