Page 25 of At A Dreamwalkers Mercy

“Sara...” She broke into their screams, stepping forward. She didn’t know what she was going to say or what she was going to do, but she had to stop this.

She had to do something.

“You fucking stay out of this!” Sara yelled, and took a step toward her. She would have stopped her if she could have, but it happened too fast. Garrett growled out a curse and moved as if to stop her, but it was all too late.

Sara used both hands and pushed her back, her hands slamming into her chest. She stumbled back into Garrett, his arms wrapping around her to stop her fall, but the damage was done, Sara’s fingers having slid against the bare skin of her arms.

Her vision went hazy, and a quick image of a dark hole filled her mind. Blood covering the walls and Sara at the bottom, screaming in agony.

She gasped, her vision snapping back to the room in front of her, as she sagged in Garrett’s arms.

“What the fuck!” Garrett roared, holding her as she tried to take deep breaths, the feeling of the vision seeming to sap at her strength, and the sense of evil and agony still playing through her mind.

“I’m sick of this shit. I’m done!” Sara roared back and stomped out the back door, the screen slamming behind her.

“Are you okay?” She simply nodded. “I need your words.” He twisted her around, cupping her face and tilting it up to him. “What’s wrong?”

She closed her eyes, trying to fight the image that she had seen.

What had Sara gotten herself into?

But what was reeling through her was the feeling of disgust. The feeling of hatred. She had known that Sara didn’t like her, but she hadn’t known that she hated her.

This wasn’t even hatred… this was something more.

Something heavy, and malevolent.

Something dark and ill-intentioned.

And Sara was filled with it.

“Did she touch you?” She nodded simply, but her mind was still only on one thing.

She was breaking this family apart.

“Little one, answer me. Did she touch you.”

Tearing them apart.

“I need a minute,” she answered instead and pushed out of his arms, fleeing up the stairs. She could hear him following behind her, but she didn’t slow down, and she didn’t look back, not until she was in the bathroom, and the door was shut and locked behind her.

She leaned against the counter, her head tilted down, her fingers wrapped around the edge so tight that her knuckles were white. Garrett pounded on the door, calling her name as she heaved, her breathing sawing in her lungs.

But it wasn’t her lungs that hurt.

It was her heart.

Stupid.

So stupid.

Why had she thought that she was actually going to be able to get a life. A good life. A life with Garrett.

She couldn’t stay here knowing that she was breaking his family apart.

A loud crash along with splinters of wood flew through the air and she screamed.

“Garrett!” She quickly stepped back as Garrett barged through the broken doorway.

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