Thores-Cross: A Yorkshire Ghost Story (Yorkshire Ghost Series Book 1) by Karen Perkins & K A Perkins

Author:Karen Perkins & K A Perkins [Perkins, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LionheART Publishing House
Published: 2014-01-03T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 28 - Emma

22nd September 2012

‘Emma!’

I jumped and stared at Dave.

‘My God, Emma, I’ve been calling you for ages, didn’t you hear me?’

I glanced at my notebook, then back at my husband, disorientated.

‘Sorry, I was engrossed.’

‘You’re telling me! But you need to take a break. You’ve been writing since the early hours and it’s nearly lunchtime. You’ve not eaten or washed, I’m getting worried about you.’

‘I’m fine.’

‘Are you? Have the dogs been out?’

I stared at him, he knew what my reaction would be if he hadn’t taken them out. Then I sighed, feeling guilty. I was neglecting the dogs, neglecting my husband, maybe even myself, but I just – had – to – write.

I pulled my eyes away from Dave. His look of concern should have filled me with guilt, but I only felt irritation.

‘Emma . . .’

‘What?’

He hesitated.

‘Dave, what is it?’

‘Don’t take this the wrong way, I know you’ve tried counselling before, but what do you think about talking to Kathy?’

‘Talking to Kathy?’ I froze, does he know about Mark?

‘Yes. Well, she’s a counsellor, isn’t she? She knows how to listen. Not only that, she’s a friend, she might be able to help.’

‘I don’t need help, I just need to write this book!’

‘Emma, you’re not sleeping, you’re always irritable, and now you’ve forgotten to take the dogs out. I’m getting worried – this is beyond obsession!’

I threw the quill on to the coffee table and stood. ‘Fine. I’ll take the dogs for a walk.’

Dave said nothing, just stared at the mess of ink splotching the coffee table. He glanced up and nodded. ‘Just think about it, please.’

My irritation dimmed; he must be worried not to complain about the ruination of a perfectly good (and fairly expensive) table.

*

‘What the hell were you thinking the other day? Kathy’s in a right state!’

I didn’t turn. Shep had run past me to greet my three – I had known Mark wouldn’t be far behind.

‘You said you would be there – I was taken by surprise to be welcomed by your wife!’

‘You’re a writer – you make up stories for a living, couldn’t you have found something better to talk about?’

‘I’m consumed by this story, Mark!’ Now I turned to face him. ‘It’s taking me over – every waking moment I’m either writing her or thinking about writing her – it’s driving me mad!’

He grabbed my arms and shook me. ‘Get a grip, woman! It’s a story – a tale! She’s been dead two hundred year! You sound like Kathy now, going on about how Jennet walks again. It’s just a bloody tale, get it in perspective!’

‘Let go of me!’ If anything, his grip tightened. ‘Let go!’ I shouted, shaking my arms free. I stared at him, then nodded past him. ‘Dave might see.’

He sighed and glanced to his right, then walked to the trees. I hesitated a moment and followed.

The gloomy day was positively dark under the pines and I paused, unable to see Mark. Suddenly, he thrust my body against a tree and kissed me roughly.

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