True of Blood (Witch Fairy Series) by Bonnie Lamer Read Free Book Online Page A

so am I.  I don’t know why you all are conspiring to make me think I’m the crazy one but I’m not going to listen to any of it anymore.  I’m going to take a Tylenol and go back to bed so I can wake up from this nightmare and forget all about this!”
     
    I stomp out of the room and go into the bathroom.  I grab the bottle of Tylenol from the medicine cabinet and swallow two down with a cup of water.  I go into my bedroom and slam the door closed.  I kick off my boots and shrug out of my jacket throwing it towards my closet.  I climb into bed and pull the covers up over my head to block out the light.
     
    It takes me a while but I do eventually fall asleep.  Probably not the best idea since I might have a concussion from hitting that tree so hard but I don’t care.  I need an escape from the craziness and sleep is the only one I can think of.  I assume Mom and Dad would wake me if they were concerned about my head injury.
     
    When I wake up, it’s dark outside and my stomach is growling because I missed lunch.  I force myself to get up even though my head is still killing me and I go into the bathroom and splash some cold water on my face.  My face is sore and there are scratches on the left side and a nice bruise starting to form on my cheek.  I definitely look like I was hit by a tree.
     
    When I reach the kitchen, Aunt Barb is already cooking dinner.  When she looks up from the stew she’s stirring, she gasps.  “Xandra, are you alright?!”  She puts down the spoon she was stirring with on the stove making a huge mess that I’ll have to scrub off later.  Okay, I’m just a tad bit grumpy.
     
    Aunt Barb puts her hand on my chin and turns my face so she can examine my left cheek.  She touches it in various spots which hurts like heck.  “Ow!” I complain when she pushes on my cheekbone. 
     
    “I don’t think it’s broken but you’re going to have a nasty bruise.  What happened?”
     
    “I got into a fight with a tree and it won.”  I don’t know if Aunt Barb is privy to all the strangeness that occurred earlier and I’m not going to be the one to fill her in if not.  I still don’t know if all of it was real or just a huge figment of my imagination.  Until proven otherwise, I’m going to go on the theory that the entire morning was the result of a concussion induced delusion.
     
    “You have to be more careful, if you had been knocked unconscious you could have frozen to death,” Aunt Barb says as she picks the spoon up from the stove and goes back to stirring the stew.  So, I guess Mom and Dad haven’t filled her in.  More proof that it didn’t really happen.
     
    “Do you need some help?” I ask her.  “I could start the biscuits.”
     
    “That would be great.”  She lifts up a spoonful of stew and tastes it.  She grimaces and puts the spoon back in the pot and then adds more bay leafs.  Looks like dinner is going to be mostly biscuits for me if the face Aunt Barb made is any indication of how the stew is going to taste.
     
    “Where’s Zac?” I ask as I take the frozen biscuits from the large freezer in the pantry.  We have to keep it as full as possible because we don’t know when the next good weather will come so we can make it down the mountain to go grocery shopping.
     
    “He’s in his room playing video games, I believe.”  She tastes the stew again and seems a little more pleased with the taste.
     
    I take the biscuits out of the package and spread them out on a cookie sheet and put them in the oven Aunt Barb had already preheated.  “Where are Mom and Dad?”
     
    “I’m not sure.  I haven’t seen them since this morning.”  That’s not unusual since Aunt Barb spends most of the day in her lab.
     
    “Is it dinnertime yet?” Zac asks coming into the room with his DSI in his hands.  He doesn’t look up from his game as he plops down into a chair.
     
    “Soon,” Aunt Barb says.  “Why don’t you go wash up.”
     
    Zac