Santa Hunk by Mortensen Kirsten

Author:Mortensen, Kirsten [Mortensen, Kirsten]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Concealed Beauties Publishing
Published: 2014-11-24T08:00:00+00:00

SAVANNAH

Of course I didn’t believe a word of it.

Would you?

Be honest.

A. Your best friend and roommate, who should have gotten home from work before you, is late.

B. You start to feel a bit concerned.

C. You text her, but she’s not answering her texts. And it’s gotten dark and now you’re starting to get seriously worried.

D. You call her work number and they say she left at the end of her shift, over two hours ago.

And then, right as you’re starting to think it’s time to call her family and maybe the police, she shows up.

She is a MESS. Her face is all red, her eyes are all red. She’s been crying.

You ask her what’s wrong. She doesn’t answer. She just looks at you with these eyes that are stricken. Like she’s been through hell.

You ask her again and she says she can’t explain it, she can’t talk about it. Of course that answer doesn’t fly, so you tell her Clare you have GOT to tell me what’s going on—you’re getting frantic at this point—and she finally comes out with it.

It’s some absolutely bizarre story about going into the woods and a tree with a door in it and a guy inviting her in and she wanted to go but she was afraid and—

Wha?????

You realize this is the same guy she claimed to see the day she got hit by a bus—who by the way isn’t in any of the photos taken by other people who were there on the scene.

I’m thinking, O.M.G. Clare’s off her rocker. She’s completely off her rocker. I’m thinking, okay, she’s got insurance. Insurance will cover this. She will probably need to see her primary care physician, first. Then she can get a referral for a counselor or perhaps a psychiatrist.

But of course we couldn’t take those steps that very minute.

I helped her out of her coat and wrapped her in a blanket and made her a cup of tea. She was shivering. She was freezing cold. Her hands were like ice.

I handed her the cup and told her not to think about it—because obviously whatever is going on in that poor head of hers, it’s way too upsetting. I had to distract her. I turned on the TV and put my arm around her. She snuggled up to me and finally, after about a half hour, she stopped shivering.

And then I realized she was asleep.

But even later, even when I woke her up and helped her into bed, there’s no way I could sleep.

Because I was thinking, she’s snapped. My sweet Clare, my best friend Clare, she’s lost her mind.

I’ve lost my best friend, Clare.

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