By Chris Bedell   What happened next was quite a story. Whether we wanted to admit it or not, we were in over our heads and needed help. I suggested calling Steven’s mom since it was the easiest solution to… Continue Reading →

By Chris Bedell   I woke up the next morning. Horatio stood in front of my bed with his hands behind his back. I made a fist. I was pretty sure my heart almost shattered from yet another unfortunate Horatio… Continue Reading →

By Chris Bedell   The honking of a car horn woke me up sometime later. Horatio was driving, and I was in the front passenger seat. Black draped the night sky as the shiny texture of the moon glowed, which… Continue Reading →

by Chris Bedell   I had been at the institution for a week when I decided to play the piano in the common room during my free time, which was one the advantage over prison. Because I at least wasn’t… Continue Reading →

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 →