Worst Christmas Ever by Mallary Mitchell

Author:Mallary Mitchell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: christian Fiction
ISBN: 9781611169300
Publisher: Pelican Book Group
Published: 2016-07-27T16:00:00+00:00

4

“Where are you going?”

The grating tone from her mother stopped Sara Jane at the foot of the attic stairs. In one hand, Sara Jane clutched her ugly dress and discarded shoes and in the other, she held the butterfly closures. She’d need to make a second trip for ice.

“Up to my old room.”

“I really think you need to be here with the rest of the wedding party. How do you think your sister feels when you show up late, leave the table as soon as the last bite of food goes in your mouth, and you and Max go off to who knows where?”

“Not as bad as I did when the groom cancelled three days before the wedding.”

“Oh, is that it?”

Sara gave an inward groan. She hadn’t intended to dredge that topic to the surface. “No. Sorry, but I really need to—”

“And what’s this about you and Max in the bathroom? Sam announced it to everyone. Sara Jane I am shocked at your lack of…decorum.”

“It was nothing like that. Max hit his head. We tried to stop the bleeding in the bathroom. Right now he’s in my old room. I need to get up there and check to see if he needs to get to the hospital or if these bandages will do the job.” Sara Jane waved the strips.

Mom’s face changed for just a moment. “Is he OK?”

“He will be.” Sara glanced at the stairs wanting desperately to make a break for it.

“Oh. Well, that makes much more sense.” Her mother seemed to process the information. “One of the groomsmen is a paramedic. Let me get him to take a look at Max.”

“Thanks.” Finally free, Sara Jane rushed up the stairs.

Max waited in the part of her old room that hadn’t changed much. The far end was once again being used as an attic. Her old futon, however, still was perched in front of the window. Max sat there. She crossed the hardwood floors, noting a few drops of blood on one of his shoulders.

“Sam told me Max was hurt.” Aunt Jenna hovered at his side.

“I’m fine. Really.” Max started to stand, but Jenna pushed him back in place.

“Stay still and keep that ice on there.” Jenna ordered. “This is my fault. If I hadn’t asked you to help me look for that stupid figurine, this wouldn’t have happened.” She threw back her head and looked up at the ceiling as if in plaintive prayer.

“You do know that I was with him. Had I not screamed and ran backwards when I walked into that cobweb—”

“I’m fine. It’s nothing. I didn’t duck fast enough.” Max spoke as he maneuvered on the seat cushion as if seeking out a comfortable spot on the futon.

“Stop squirming. You’re as bad as Sam.” She peered at his injury and repositioned what looked to be cloth wrapped around a small bag of ice on his head.

“FYI, your aunt is scary.” Max whispered as he leaned over, his hand holding the ice in place.

Sara Jane sat beside him and brushed his hair from his eyes.

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