Suppressed (Suppressed Saga) by Elliett Earhart Read Free Book Online Page A

identified as Lauren Steinman, twenty-three, of Boston. There is no word on what the exact cause of death was but investigators are saying that foul play was involved. If you have any information on this case please call the hotline number.”
     
    I looked back at the picture of Lauren Steinman; she had wavy blonde hair framed around her heart shaped faced and dark brown eyes. She was actually very pretty now that I got to see a real photo of her. A noise sounded out beside me and I quickly changed the channel and looked over at Eric who had his head popped in the door.
     
    My nerves were on edge and I was suddenly paranoid that he knew what I was doing.
     
    “ You left your bag in my car so I put it in Seth’s truck.”
     
    At first I had no idea what he was talking about but then everything suddenly came back to me and I nodded nonchalantly. I let out a breath of relief as his head vanished back out the door.
     
    “ You ready?” Seth said from the hall.
     
    “ Yeah” I said absentmindedly. My mind was back on Lauren. I know it was crazy to think but I suddenly thought of Eric and wondered if he had something to do with this. Yeah he was an ass and really aggravated me but I didn’t think he was a murderer. Then again I didn’t think Chris would be a crazy stalker and look where that got me.
     
    “ Where are we going?” I asked as we made our way to the truck. Secretly I prayed we weren’t going out to eat.
     
    “ I’ll tell you on the way.” He got in and reached across the seat to pull me up. This was the first time he hadn’t lifted me in. It really didn’t bother me though.
     
    “ I was serious about what I said earlier.” He said out of nowhere.
     
    “ Hm?” I said bringing my attention to him.
     
    “ About Chris. I want you to tell me if he comes near you again.”
     
    “ I will.” I said assuring him.
     
    God, he and Eric were serious when it came to this kind of stuff.
     
    A little while later the truck came to a halt and I looked up at a big white building. It was the Fountain Arts building. I came here about once a month for an art or photography showing.
     
    “ What are we doing here?” I asked his skeptically.
     
    “ There’s a show tonight and I’m taking you to it.”
     
    “ How do you know about stuff like this?”
     
    “ I know a lot.” he said getting out of the truck.
     
    I didn’t expect him to lift me out so I slid out on my own waiting for the heel of my boots to hit the pavement. I looked up and Seth was standing in front of me looking a bit perturbed.
     
    “ I would have helped you.”
     
    “ I figured I’d give you a break.”
     
    His body got closer to mine and I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore.
     
    “ I’d never want a break from you.” He said as his face got closer to mine.
     
    I opened my mouth slightly to say something but couldn’t think of anything. The closer he got the more my stomach fluttered. His mouth came on mine and I let everything else take over. My fingers went through his hair and my body erupted in goose bumps as I felt his hand rub up my arm all the way to my neck.
     
    “ We need to go inside.” He said against my mouth.
     
    “ In a minute.” I pulled him back to me and crushed my mouth on his. I felt a pull towards him and I never wanted to be pulled away. His grip tightened on the back of my head and I felt myself going backwards to the truck. Unfortunately my heel slipped off the curb and I tripped. Seth laughed against my mouth and I laughed with him.
     
    “ Okay, let’s go inside.” He said taking hold of my hand.
     
    I grudgingly followed him in. If anything I wanted to stay outside with him. He opened the doors for me and I stepped inside the brightly lit room where random groups of people were gathered around the pictures hung on the walls. Seth followed me around staying close to my side as I started to make my way around. Every once in a while when he looked lost I would explain to him