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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  About the Author

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), events or locations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2014 by Geof Johnson

  Cover Art by Dan Johnson

  ISBN: 9781483532714

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review.

  Thanks to Valerie Johnson for her helpful suggestions and editing expertise.

  Chapter 1

  Sammi’s breath caught in her throat when she heard the shower faucet handles squeak and the sound of water running in the bathroom. The familiar feeling of dread rushed through her in an unwelcome wave as she thought about what would happen next. He’s coming.

  She clicked off the overhead light and dove into the bed, pulled the covers all the way up, and curled into a tight ball, facing away from the door.

  Please don’t come in. Please don’t come in. Please don’t come in. She chanted her desperate nightly prayer in hopes that this time it would work.

  The door creaked open and she squeezed her eyes shut. No, no, no!Footsteps, and then the edge of the bed sagged when Mr. Gundy sat on it, though he was not a large man. “I’m here, Sweetness,” he said. “Mrs. Gundy’s finally in the shower.”

  Sammi cringed when she felt his rough hand pull the covers back and caress her shoulder. She jammed her forearm firmly against her lower body to protect her private parts and pressed her other arm across her chest.

  “You’re tighter’n a mouse trap,” he murmured. “And why you still got your regular clothes on?”

  “I sleep better with them on,” she said into her pillow.

  “Why ain’t you wearin’ that nightgown Mrs. Gundy bought you?”

  “It’s dirty,” she lied. She’d hidden it under her bed because she hated it. It was flimsy and smelled like the thrift store.

  He wrapped his arm around her and pushed his face against the nape of her neck, his short, scraggly beard scratching her skin while her stomach twisted painfully. His breath reeked of cigarettes and beer, sour and heavy. “Well, no matter,” he said. “I’ll get Mrs. Gundy to wash it tomorrow ’fore she leaves on her trip, then you can wear it. I’ll be stayin’ with you all night, then.”

  Not if I can help it, Sammi thought with grim determination.

  They lay in stiff silence until the faucet handles squeaked again and he said, “Damn, she takes short showers.” He let go of her and stood up. “But that’s okay. Tomorrow night she won’t be here, so I can stay as long as I like. That’ll be nice won’t it?”

  She didn’t answer, and he growled, “I said, won’t it?”

  “Yes sir,” she said forcefully.

  “All right, then.” The door creaked again and he paused and said softly, “Night night, Sweetness. I’ll be dreamin’ about you.”

  The door closed and Sammi didn’t move for a long time, lying in the gloom, quivering, listening. She could hear just about everything through the thin walls of her tiny bedroom, and she waited until long after the last sound faded before she sat up. They must be asleep by now. She had no clock, but guessed that it had to be late, probably after midnight.

  She threw back the covers, swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and took a deep breath while she sat there in the darkness, gathering her courage. It’s time. An electric shiver of anticipation raced down her spine, all the way down her legs to her toes. It’s now or never.

  She sat on the floor, slipped on her shoes, and pushed one hand under the mattress until she found the Dollar Store flashlight her best friend Libby had given her. Sammi pulled it out, pressed the switch, and a reassuring gleam burst from it. She quickly turned it off and nodded to herself, thenput it into her pants pocket.

  She crawled on her hands and knees, quiet as a mouse, to the small closet and felt around in the darkness until she located her backpack, hidden under an old blanket. If Mr. Gundy found this, he’d know what I was doing. He’d whip me for sure. She fought the urge to check its contents again — the change of clothes, her toothbrush, a comb, her birth certificate, her social security card — the most important of her few possessions.

  She slung the pack over one shoulder and crept across the room to the window. She felt for the latch, flipped it, and gritted her teeth as she eased the window up, slow as an afternoon shadow, so that it wouldn’t make any noise. Once she had it all the way open, she clenched her fists and closed her eyes while she said another silent prayer. Please, God, let this work. I’ll be good always and forever. I promise.

  She pulled the flashlight from her pocket and aimed it out of the window. There was no screen, so she had a clear view of the front yard. She tapped the switch twice and blinked at the sudden brightness, then waited, eyes fixed on the far end of the dirt driveway, and saw two response flashes. Yes!she almost said aloud.They’re here.

  She leaned out and eased her backpack to the ground, then cautiously slipped out of the window, flinching as she made the short drop into the thick weeds below. Hope nobody heard that. She grabbed her pack and rushed across the yard to the car that waited just beyond. I guess it’s a good thing that Scruffy is dead, she thought sadly. He can’t bark at me and wake everybody up.

  The back door was already open for her and the motor idling with the headlights off when she reached the car, and she hurried inside. Libby turned from the passenger seat and whispered, “Don’t close the door all the way yet. It’ll make too much noise.”

  Sammi set her pack beside her and the car crept away. Behind the steering wheel was Libby’s thirteen-year-old brother, Luke. He looked all grown up in the glow of the dash lights. “I took the bulb out of the inside light,” he said with a nod toward the ceiling. “That way, nobody will see us when the door’s open.”

  “Thanks,” Sammi said as the car rolled on. “I’m glad you’re smart.”

  “Don’t take no genius to think of that, just common sense, is all.” They reached the end of the rutted dirt road, and Luke switched on the headlights as they pulled onto the asphalt highway. “You can close the door, now, I think.”

  Sammi did and sucked in her breath, a tingle of excitement vibrating through her. I’m going to do it! I’m on my way.

  “Do you think they heard you?” Libby said.

  “No. Mr. Gundy would be coming after us already if he did.”

  Libby handed Sammi an envelope. “Here. It’s all the money we could scrape up. It’s just enough for a ticket. Luke checked.”

  “One way, though,” Luke added with a glance in his rearview mirror.

 
; Sammi nodded her thanks. “That’s all I need.”

  “We’ve been sneakin’ a little at a time from Daddy’s wallet for two months now,” Libby said. “Been savin’ our allowance, too, ever since we first started talkin’ about doin’ this.”

  “We’d get our butts beat for sure if he knew.” Luke nodded. “Hope he don’t wake up and see that we took his car. I’d definitely get a whuppin’ for that.”

  Sammi felt a thick lump form in her throat when she thought about what her friends were risking for her. “Thanks,” she managed to say, though it came out more like a croak. “I’ll get your money back to you, I promise.”

  Luke shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

  “No, I mean it. I’ll save up somehow...and...I don’t know...it might take a while. But I will.”

  Libby turned in her seat again, and in the dim light, Sammi could see tears in her eyes. “Sammi....” Libby’s lips trembled and her face looked so pitiful. “I’m gonna have to get a new best friend, now.”

  “We’re always gonna be friends,” Sammi said firmly and felt her eyes turn wet, too. “I mean it.”

  There was long stretch of awkward silence that Luke finally broke. “Make sure you’re buckled up. It’s fifteen miles to Haynesville. That’s the nearest bus station, though the next bus don’t come ’till two-thirty. We’ll get there plenty early, so you’ll probably have to wait around for a while.”

  “We’re gonna wait with you,” Libby said.

  “No,” Sammi said. “I’ll be fine.”

  Luke looked at her in the rearview mirror again, his eyes narrow. “There’s no way we’re lettin’ you wait in the bus station by yourself in the middle of the night. No dang way.”

  “But you could get in big trouble.”

  “So?” He shrugged. “It’s just a whuppin’. No big deal.”

  But it was a big deal. Sammi knew that his father beat him almost as hard as Mr. Gundy beat her, and almost as often.

  “We’ve got to stay with you,” Libby said. “Something bad could happen to you otherwise, and then all this would be for nothin’.”

  Sammi took a deep breath, trying to think of an argument to talk them out of it, but knew she couldn’t. “You don’t know how much I appreciate this. If it weren’t for you, I’d be stuck with the Gundys forever.”

  “No you wouldn’t,” Libby said. “You’d find another way.”

  “I doubt it.”

  “Quit worrying about it,” Luke said. “Now y’all quit yakkin’ so I can pay attention to my drivin’. Don’t want to get pulled over by a cop.”

  “Are you sure you can drive that far?” Sammi said.

  “Sure.” He shrugged again. “I’ve driven lots of times.”

  Sammi knew that was probably a lie, but he was doing all right so far. They hadn’t swerved into a ditch, at least. She leaned her head back against the seat and repeated her little prayer. Please let this work.

  * * *

  Rachel turned and faced Lisa’s front door when she heard the doorbell ring. “Should I get it?” Rachel asked, though no one heard her. Lisa, holding an empty bag of Doritos, was sharing a laugh with Adele at the far end of the big table near the kitchen. Jamie, Fred, Rollie, Bryce, and Melanie stood around it, stuffing their faces with potato chips and other snacks that Lisa had put into big bowls.

  Jamie and Rollie were playing some kind of game, where Jamie levitated chips with his magic and flew them past Rollie’s face, while Rollie tried to bite them out of mid-air.

  Rachel could see Carl, Larry, and Garrett through the back window, standing around the grill on the patio, grinning as if one of them had just told a joke, each of them holding a bottle of beer.

  Rachel opened the front door to find her mother standing there with a large container of Tupperware in her hand. “Hi, Mom.”

  Evelyn stepped inside and said, “I went to your house first, but no one was home. I saw all the cars over here and knew something was up.”

  “We’re having an impromptu last-day-of-school party. We didn’t plan it, it just sorta happened, because the kids ended up over here, and then Carl and Larry got home, and Garrett and —”

  “You don’t need to explain. My feelings aren’t hurt.” She offered the rectangular plastic box to Rachel. “I made brownies.”

  “I know Rollie will be happy. I’ll put them on the table with the other stuff.”

  They approached Jamie and his friends, and Rollie spied the Tupperware and said, “Is that what I think it is?” Evelyn smiled and nodded, and Rollie wagged his head. “Mrs. Wallace, you must have some magical powers, ’cause I think you’re a psychic. I was just wishing for brownies a little while ago.”

  “You’re always wishing for brownies,” Jamie said, and all of his friends laughed.

  “True. Let’s have one or two, just to make sure they turned out okay.” Rollie winked.

  “Aren’t you worried about ruining your appetite?” Evelyn said.

  “Is that a real question?” Fred said. “Rollie always has an appetite.”

  “Melanie,” Evelyn said, “I saw the old Buick in the driveway. How do you like driving it?”

  Melanie’s face lit up and dimples formed on each cheek. “It’s wonderful, Mrs. Wallace, just wonderful. It runs so well and it looks so much nicer than my old piece of junk. Thank you for talking Jamie into selling it to me.”

  “I didn’t do anything. I think he was ready for a new car, anyway. Weren’t you, Jamie?”

  Jamie paused with a brownie near his mouth. “I guess. I like having a new car, but I liked the Buick, too. My Chevy gets better gas mileage, though.”

  Fred put her hand on Jamie’s shoulder like she was going to add something, but turned and wrinkled her brow. “Did someone just knock?”

  “I didn’t hear anything,” Melanie said.

  Fred went to answer the door, and Rachel said, “Who could that be? Everybody’s already here, I think.”

  “Mom?” Jamie said. “Are we going to have enough food?”

  “Didn’t you see all those hamburgers and hotdogs I bought?

  “We can always go get pizza later if we’re still hungry,” Bryce said.

  “Still hungry?” Lisa narrowed one eye. “After all that?” Then she looked toward the front door and her mouth fell open. “What the...?”

  Rachel and the others turned to see Fred, standing with a frightened-looking young girl, who wore a backpack on her shoulders and was holding Fred’s hand.

  “Mom?” Fred said. “We need to talk.”

  “Who is that?” Lisa said, staring at the little dark-haired newcomer.

  “Her name is Sammi, which I think is short for Samantha.” Fred gave her mother a sharp look. “We need to talk...in private.”

  “Okay...uh, let’s go to your room.”

  “Mrs. Sikes, too. Sammi wants you to come. She said she knows you, somehow.” Fred looked down at Sammi, who still held Fred’s hand. “Anybody else?” Sammi shook her head and turned her small face to the floor.

  Adele eyed the strange new girl for a moment, then took a long breath. “I’ll, uh, make sure Larry gets the burgers on the grill.” She stooped with her hands on her knees and spoke gently to Sammi, “Are you hungry?” Sammi nodded and Adele said, “Would you like a hamburger or a hot dog?”

  “A hot dog, please,” she said, staring at her feet.

  “Okay. Go on and I’ll let you know when it’s ready. Shouldn’t be long.”

  Fred led Sammi up the stairs, and Rachel and Lisa followed. Lisa looked at Rachel and widened her eyes as if to say what is going on? Rachel shrugged and mouthed I don’t know.

  They went into Fred’s room and Rachel closed the door behind them. Fred cleared a space on her canopy bed by pushing some of her stuffed animals aside, and she and Sammi sat on the edge, while Rachel and Lisa stood. Sammi still gripped Fred’s hand, and Fred patted the little girl’s arm and said, “It’s okay. You don’t have to squeeze so hard. I’m not going anywhere
.”

  Sammi drew a deep breath while she looked into Fred’s eyes. “Okay,” she said in a small voice, but she didn’t let go.

  Lisa crossed her arms loosely over her chest and said, “All right, what’s this all about?”

  “Well,” Fred said, “this is Sammi Price. She’s from Bicksby, which is somewhere on the other side of the state, I gather.” She glanced at Sammi and Sammi nodded. “She’s an orphan, and she’s run away from her foster home.”

  “What?” Lisa said.

  “And I’m pretty sure she’s a witch.”

  “A what?” Lisa squeaked.

  “A witch, if what she says is true. And I can feel some power in her, holding her hand.”

  “Oh my God.” Lisa’s mouth fell open again and she blinked hard. “A runaway...and a witch?” She swayed for a moment and Rachel grabbed Lisa’s elbow to support her. After a moment, Lisa shook free and sat on the bed on the other side of Sammi, and the little girl took Lisa’s hand, too, though Lisa didn’t seem to notice.

  It was the first chance Rachel had to get a good look at Sammi. She was small and pale-skinned. Her straight black hair fell past her shoulders, though one side was ragged and uneven. Her simple face was heart-shaped, cute, Rachel thought, with a little turned up nose. But her eyes! Rachel was struck by how large and dark they were, so dark that her pupils were nearly invisible.

  Lisa took a slow breath and collected herself, then turned to Sammi. “Let’s take this one issue at a time. Why did you run away?”

  Sammi turned her gaze to the floor again. “Because Mr. Gundy is a bad man.”

  “That’s your foster father? Did he hurt you?” Sammi nodded and Lisa frowned. “What did he do? Did he hit you?”

  “He beat me,” she said quietly.

  “With his hand, or a belt?”

  “Both. He came into my room at night, too.”

  Lisa’s eyes grew angry, and she turned to Rachel and frowned.

  The door opened and Adele stuck her head into the room. “How’s it going in here?”

  “Can you get Carl for us? And my mom, too,” Rachel said. She turned to Sammi. “I’m sorry, but I think they need to know.”

  Adele returned a couple of minutes later with Carl and Evelyn, and Lisa told them what she knew so far. Carl moved the chair from Fred’s desk closer to Sammi and sat down. “Sammi, you said Mr. Gundy hurt you, but didn’t your foster mother know?”