Cas scribbled up and walked to the lit where he sat down. Meg walked to him and also sat down. “Let me see” she a dit soft and she reached for the buttons on his shirt, but Cas pulled away.
“It’s just a scratch” he objected.
“Don’t be ridiculous” Meg replied and she opened the buttons. She shoved the chemise over his shoulders and then went sitting behind him so she could take a good look at the wound. “It’s not that deep. I think I can stitch it myself” She stood from the lit and looked around. “If I were a needle and a thread, where would I be?” She took a deep breath. “Wait here, I’ll be right back” She left the room.
Fourteen minutes later she came back with a needle, a thread and a bottle of alcohol. She walked to the lit and sat behind Cas. She opened the bottle and poured some of the drank of Cas’ shoulder. Cas gasped and then clenched his teeth. Meg gave him the bottle and Cas drank. Meg prepared the needle and thread and then began to stitch.
“You have to sit still” Meg reproached Cas when he pulled his shoulders.
“Well, I’m sorry, it hurts” Cas snapped in defense. “Your lover boy tried to kill me”
“If toi hadn’t been here nothing would’ve happened” Meg fired back.
“You can’t expect me to sit and wait at accueil while you’re…screwing around with some aléatoire guy” Cas muttered.
“You weren’t supposed to know” Meg replied a little frustrated. “You don’t have the right to be jealous. I’m not your girlfriend” She finished the stitching. “I’m done”
Cas stood from the lit and turned to Meg.
“You and I…it really didn’t mean anything to you, did it? I was just your…sex buddy” Cas realized bitter.
“I never lied to toi about that. I told toi I don’t l’amour you” Meg tried to defend herself. She walked to the door and walked past Cas. She turned to Cas. “You should get some rest”
She jerked her eyes off Cas’ naked chest and walked away.
“It’s just a scratch” he objected.
“Don’t be ridiculous” Meg replied and she opened the buttons. She shoved the chemise over his shoulders and then went sitting behind him so she could take a good look at the wound. “It’s not that deep. I think I can stitch it myself” She stood from the lit and looked around. “If I were a needle and a thread, where would I be?” She took a deep breath. “Wait here, I’ll be right back” She left the room.
Fourteen minutes later she came back with a needle, a thread and a bottle of alcohol. She walked to the lit and sat behind Cas. She opened the bottle and poured some of the drank of Cas’ shoulder. Cas gasped and then clenched his teeth. Meg gave him the bottle and Cas drank. Meg prepared the needle and thread and then began to stitch.
“You have to sit still” Meg reproached Cas when he pulled his shoulders.
“Well, I’m sorry, it hurts” Cas snapped in defense. “Your lover boy tried to kill me”
“If toi hadn’t been here nothing would’ve happened” Meg fired back.
“You can’t expect me to sit and wait at accueil while you’re…screwing around with some aléatoire guy” Cas muttered.
“You weren’t supposed to know” Meg replied a little frustrated. “You don’t have the right to be jealous. I’m not your girlfriend” She finished the stitching. “I’m done”
Cas stood from the lit and turned to Meg.
“You and I…it really didn’t mean anything to you, did it? I was just your…sex buddy” Cas realized bitter.
“I never lied to toi about that. I told toi I don’t l’amour you” Meg tried to defend herself. She walked to the door and walked past Cas. She turned to Cas. “You should get some rest”
She jerked her eyes off Cas’ naked chest and walked away.
“Daphne? It’s time to let me go” Martin a dit soft.
Daphne lifted her head and stared at him with wet and bloodshot eyes. “How? I can’t”
“It’s time for me to déplacer on” Martin said. “I’ve been wandering around for too long. I’m done here. If I stay much longer, I could turn into a vengeful spirit”
Daphne shook her head. “I don’t believe that”
“You didn’t believe I would montrer up in the first place, either” Martin pointed out.
Daphne pulled her shoulders. “How do I let toi go? Aren’t toi supposed to walk into the light ou something?”
Martin laughed. “Not exactly. toi have to salt and burn my bones”
“So I need to go to the cemetery?” Daphne asked.
“No. That grave is empty” Martin a dit bitter.
“Then where are your bones?” Daphne asked nervous.
“You’re standing on them” Martin answered.
Daphne lifted her head and stared at him with wet and bloodshot eyes. “How? I can’t”
“It’s time for me to déplacer on” Martin said. “I’ve been wandering around for too long. I’m done here. If I stay much longer, I could turn into a vengeful spirit”
Daphne shook her head. “I don’t believe that”
“You didn’t believe I would montrer up in the first place, either” Martin pointed out.
Daphne pulled her shoulders. “How do I let toi go? Aren’t toi supposed to walk into the light ou something?”
Martin laughed. “Not exactly. toi have to salt and burn my bones”
“So I need to go to the cemetery?” Daphne asked.
“No. That grave is empty” Martin a dit bitter.
“Then where are your bones?” Daphne asked nervous.
“You’re standing on them” Martin answered.
“Gerard committed suicide last night” Zoey said. “I found him hanging in our bedroom”
Daphne covered her mouth. “Oh my God, that’s…awful” she said
Daphne threw her arms around Zoey and Zoey faked a few tears and sobs. She pushed Daphne away and a dit she had to tell Alexia. She put her bourse, sac à main on the dresser, knowing Daphne would see the letter and be too curious to leave it where it is.
And indeed, a minute later, Daphne stormed outside, hysterically crying how everything was her fault.
Zoey walked back inside, trusting Daphne would need some time to calm down. She opened Daphne’s computer and connected a portable hard drive to it. The hard drive contained a fake video of Cas doing things with Alexia.
Zoey copied the video to Daphne’s files and then removed the hard drive. She closed the computer and called Alexia.
“Let’s go, Lex” she said. “We’re going to your grandparents”
Daphne covered her mouth. “Oh my God, that’s…awful” she said
Daphne threw her arms around Zoey and Zoey faked a few tears and sobs. She pushed Daphne away and a dit she had to tell Alexia. She put her bourse, sac à main on the dresser, knowing Daphne would see the letter and be too curious to leave it where it is.
And indeed, a minute later, Daphne stormed outside, hysterically crying how everything was her fault.
Zoey walked back inside, trusting Daphne would need some time to calm down. She opened Daphne’s computer and connected a portable hard drive to it. The hard drive contained a fake video of Cas doing things with Alexia.
Zoey copied the video to Daphne’s files and then removed the hard drive. She closed the computer and called Alexia.
“Let’s go, Lex” she said. “We’re going to your grandparents”