Hyde by Tara Brown Read Free Book Online

She looked at Marcus who nodded, “The cookies.” He
mouthed.
    Her eyes flew wide-open, “The cookies? They
killed her?”
    He nodded, “She was poisoned, it never got
released to the media because you were missing and the culprit was
never found.” His whispers were hard to read but she got he
point.
    “I will kill them both.” She whispered softly
not looking at him, "How could they?"
    "Money Hanna. You have a lot of it."
    Her skin crawled.
    She crept back from the window and snuck off the
deck into the back yard. She ran into the bushes behind the house.
She wanted to scream, she wanted to run until her legs collapsed
beneath her. How had the police missed it? How had her father not
seen it was a possibility? How had Roland let her feel guilty about
Rebecca’s death? How had someone like Marcus known and no one else?
How had the beautiful police officer not told her about the poison?
What was she? She wanted answers, she knew where to get them but
she didn’t know how to get them. She didn’t know what Marcus wanted
from her. She didn’t know where she fit into his plan but she could
see from what he had done he wanted something. Why else would he
have cared enough to show her what he knew about her aunt and
uncle?
    She screamed when she was deep in the woods
nearly to the stream, which was a mile from her house. She stopped
running and screamed, she screamed for Rebecca who never got the
chance to scream. She screamed for her parents who never got to
know her. She screamed for good measure, in case she missed
anything she couldn’t put her finger on at that moment.
    “You can't kill them, you will be caught.”
    She spun to see him standing beside her not out
of breath, not sweaty as she was from the run and she screamed at
him, “WHAT ARE YOU?”
    He laughed, “I am everything and nothing,
literally.”
    She started to laugh and cry simultaneously,
“You’re god then. Hey, god? Well god what I want for Christmas is a
gun.” She laughed harder realizing she was making no sense, but
then she felt it. The sweating progressed, the world spun and a
scream filled her ears. She looked at Marcus as her world
distorted. The last thing she would later recall was his beautiful
face laughing at her, but backing away.

Chapter Five: Even grumpy pancakes can't
cure that

    “Miss Hanna?” Roland’s voice soothingly woke her
from her restful slumber. She moaned feeling his warm hand brush
against her face, “Oh Miss Hanna I’m so sorry. I thought it would
be like your father.” His voice sounded devastated.
    She opened one eye feeling the dim light of the
room bring on an instant headache. She squinted, “Roland?”
    He smiled, “Yes, it happened again.” He looked
over his shoulder, “Fortunately Mr. Dragomir was with you.” His
voice changed to something she recalled from earlier, when he
warned her against the man.
    She looked past him to Marcus standing in the
entrance to her room. His face was like reading a stone. She
wondered if he were worried or disgusted at the hideous monster she
no doubt become.
    Her throat was raw, “I need some water.”
    Roland passed her a glass from her nightstand.
She smiled weakly taking it, “Thanks.” The water felt amazing.
    Everything from before the change came rushing
back, “My aunt and uncle, I need to deal with them.”
    Roland nodded, “Yes Mr. Dragomir was kind enough
to fill me in on the latest discovery although I dare say he might
have known the entire time.” He looked at her deeply, “Forgive me
for assuming you had done it.”
    She shrugged, “Nothing to forgive, it isn’t
exactly impossible I would kill someone when, I uhm change.” She
hugged him tightly. She looked past him at Marcus, “What did I look
like?”
    He raised an eyebrow, “Do you truly want to
see?”
    She nodded pulling back from Roland whose face
grew severe, “Don’t look.” He warned.
    She shook her head, “No I need this. I need to
see what happens. I can't stand not