The Witching Hour by J. Fallenstein

Author:J. Fallenstein [Fallenstein, J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Action, Action & Adventure, Adventure, Adventure Story, Darby Creek, Fiction, Friend, Friends, Friendship, Ghost, Ghosts, Haunting, Haunting Stories, Hi-Lo, High School, Horror, J. Fallenstein, Lerner Publishing Group, Midnight, Mystery, Occult, Paranormal, Scary, Supernatural, Supernatural Fiction, Survival, Teen, Teenagers, Teens, The Witching Hour, Witching Hour, Young Adult Fiction, Young Adult Readers
ISBN: 9781512434972
Publisher: Lerner Publishing Group
Published: 2017-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

As she pulled into the school parking lot on Monday morning, Rosie tried to think of an explanation for the red scratches on the car. She got out to examine the beige bumper in the daylight, and a jeep that apparently lacked a muffler rumbled in next to her.

Rosie kept her eyes on the bumper. Someone had definitely scraped those words into it. But why? She covered them with her hands.

Jack got out of the jeep. “Something wrong with your bumper?”

“It’s just . . . ,” Rosie started. “Someone scratched something into it.”

“Let me see.” And before Rosie could stop him, Jack pushed her hand out of the way.

They both stared at the bumper. Then Jack broke the silence, his voice level and low, “ ‘Go to him’? What is this, some kind of a joke? It’s bad enough that Omar killed my brother, but to taunt me about it? And now you’re in on it too?”

Rosie was stunned. She didn’t know what to say. Omar taunting Jack? And Jack thought she was doing something too? “I didn’t . . .” Rosie looked up at him. “What do you mean?” she managed to mumble.

“All the texts looking like they’re coming from Mackie’s old phone. I blocked Omar’s number for a reason; I don’t want to talk to the dude. So to hack into Mackie’s phone to send me messages . . . It’s nasty. Mackie was my twin. What Omar did . . . He needs to leave me alone. Writing ‘44’ all over too. I don’t know how he’s doing it, but it’s twisted.”

“Writing ‘44’?” The images came rushing back to Rosie: the jersey at the graveyard, the condensation in the car, the water on the table in the diner. Rosie tried to keep her voice calm. “Look, Jack. I’m not doing anything to you and neither is Omar. Do you even know how hard this has been on him?”

Jack’s eyes widened. “Seriously? How hard this has been on him?”

“I know Mackie was your brother, your twin, and I know what it’s like to lose someone close to you, believe me,” Rosie said. “But Omar is suffering too. He’s suffering a lot. Did you think of that? Not only did he lose his best friend, his ‘brother from another mother,’ but it’s like you and the whole town think he killed Mackie. Whether his car hit Mackie or Mackie jumped out of the way and lost his balance over the edge, it doesn’t matter. It was an accident. A terrible accident. Don’t you see that?”

Jack held her stare. “Of course I think of that. If things hadn’t happened the way they did so much would be different.” He looked up, blinking back tears. “But now it’s like this. And it’s all because one night Omar was careless.”

“Jack! You don’t even know if Omar hit Mackie!”

“Doesn’t matter.” Jack’s voice shook with anger now, “He was careless and . . . he’s the one living. He needs to pay for what he’s done!”

And with that last outburst, Jack rushed into school.

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