Eye of the Storm (Hudson 3)

Megan?"

I closed my eyes and struggled to speak. She

drew closer.

"What was that? You're sorry about how you've

been treating me at school? It's too late for apologies.

What's done is done, but not buried. It will always be

here," she said pointing to her temple.

"You're going to be blamed," I said. louder. She

heard one word at least.

"Blamed?" She laughed, "Me? What can I be

blamed for? I've never been in trouble, never been

sent to the principal, never had a dissatisfactory

checked on my report card, never disobeyed my

mother or father, never came home after I was

supposed to or failed to call if I was going to be late.

Who would blame me?

"Drink your tea and eat your toast. If you're

good, I'll bring you one of your silly movie magazines or beauty magazines. One of those I haven't thrown in

the garbage, that is."

I shook my head.

"Stop," I muttered. "Call the doctor."

"Time for honey-baked ham," she sang and

turned away. We both heard the sound of a doorbell

and she stopped midway to the door. It rang again.

She spun around and glared at me.

"Who's coming to see you? When I'm sick, no

one ever comes to see me. You called one of your

boyfriends, didn't you? Or are they all coming?" Again, the doorbell sounded. It's Austin, I told

myself. Thankfully, it's Austin. He's come for me, just

as he had promised he would,