by Chris Bedell Horatio didn’t wait to be invited into the office. I couldn’t say I was surprised, though. He never respected boundaries, which was evident by him always hovering behind my door. “What is she doing here?” Horatio… Continue Reading
by Chris Bedell serpeblu/Shutterstock I did something dangerous later in the evening, and followed Horatio through the woods. It all started a few minutes earlier when I got this tingling sensation in my stomach that something was wrong.… Continue Reading
by Chris Bedell serpeblu/Shutterstock Trying to kill me was a new low for Horatio since I could have died in the fire. Although there was no way he set fire to the shed. He might have been demented.… Continue Reading
By Chris Bedell serpeblu/Shutterstock I whirled around when someone tapped my back the following morning at my locker. It was Steven. “What do you want?” I asked. He pressed his arms together. “We need to talk.” “Fine. Tell… Continue Reading
By Chris Bedell serpeblu/Shutterstock I met Chace in the school hallway a couple of mornings later without Steven. There was no other way around it. He had to be left out of the operation. At least for the… Continue Reading
By Chris Bedell serpeblu/Shutterstock “What is going on?” Steven asked. I gritted my teeth. “It’s complicated. But I can explain everything.” Julian remained in the same position, hovering a good ten feet in the air. “There’s nothing to… Continue Reading
By Chris Bedell serpeblu/Shutterstock “Such a poor little girl,” roared a voice. I turned around, not even caring about still being in the locker room. I wasn’t going to Science Class since I had bigger issues to deal… Continue Reading
By Chris Bedell serpeblu/Shutterstock Steven, Chace and I met in the school hallway the following Monday morning after our sleepover. I took in a deep breath, gazing at the two of them. “I’ve been thinking about it all… Continue Reading
By Chris Bedell I descended the staircase the following morning while the smell of burnt toast wafted through the air, and stung my nose. I scurried to the kitchen, fighting the urge to scream. Horatio placed a plate of… Continue Reading
By Chris Bedell serpeblu/Shutterstock I slipped out the front door at 7:30 P.M., giving myself a good half hour before Horatio got up. A screeching sound rolled up my driveway a few minutes later. It was time to… Continue Reading