Solemn Oath. Hannah Alexander
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them all out.
Mercy had heard that one lots of times before. Her hand tightened on the telephone receiver. What if he was lying about being released? What if he’d escaped?
“And I want to find out what it would take for me to see Tedi again.”
A stab of fear chilled the anger momentarily. One of Mercy’s worst nightmares was that he would be able to come back into their lives and take Tedi away from her again. She would die before that would happen.
“I don’t mean I want to see her alone,” he said quickly. “I wouldn’t ask that. You would be there, and Ivy, and anybody else you wanted. I’d be willing to talk to her through the bars of a jail cell if I could just talk to her.”
“Which reminds me, why aren’t you in jail?” She still could not believe she was standing here talking to him and actually listening to anything he had to say.
Strangely, however, he had said nothing accusatory or threatening, and he hadn’t even tried to twist her words around to use them against her—a favorite of his. She couldn’t smell any alcohol on his breath, and the whites of his eyes were actually clear, giving good definition to the light blue of the irises. His blond hair was short and neat. He wore jeans and a gray plaid flannel shirt—not his usual style. People who met Theo Zimmerman for the first time had commented—occasionally within Mercy’s disgusted hearing—that he was the handsomest man in Knolls. At six feet tall he didn’t exactly tower over other men, but he stood out, and he knew how to do it to his best advantage. He’d used his physical attractiveness like a tool when he worked as a real estate agent—before he was fired for embezzlement.
His eyes held hers steadily. “I did everything they told me to do.” He leaned forward, elbows on knees. “The day I hit Tedi I wanted to die. I wanted the police to stick me back in the darkest and farthest cell and throw away the key.”
Mercy still did, yet she was aware of the fact that Theo had been the one to call the police on himself.
“I can never make it up to you or to Tedi,” he continued. “Or to anybody else who’s suffered because of me.” He frowned, still watching her. “They appointed an attorney to my case, and he convinced me I could make amends a lot better outside of prison than inside. But he told me something surprising, Mercy. Somebody paid my debts. The embezzlement charges were all dropped because the money was returned.”
She replaced the receiver on its base. “I’ve got patients who need me.”
“Why did you do it? You didn’t have to. You could’ve sold the house and car and kept the money.”
“Don’t flatter yourself that I did it for you, Theo,” she snapped.
He frowned, and his eyes narrowed slightly. “Oh, don’t worry. I wouldn’t be that stupid. You never—” he began, then caught his words, closed his mouth, shook his head.
“And don’t expect me to do it again,” she said. “I was your meal ticket for too many years, and I’ve run out of meals.”
“I’m not after a free meal, either. Can’t you just listen to me for once?” That old blue blaze flickered in his eyes, then was forcibly doused. “No, Mercy, that’s not what I’m here for.”
“Good. Tedi didn’t deserve to have an alcoholic father who not only tried to kill her, but was being dragged through the courts on embezzlement charges. She’s had a hard enough time because of you.”
He exhaled sharply, then inhaled again, as if to curb a quickly rising temper. “Look, I know that, okay? I’ve been locked up for it, the courts know it, everybody knows it! Why do you have to rub my nose in it, too? Can’t you see I’m trying to change?”
Mercy held his glare until the fire in his eyes once more died, then she turned her back on him. “Get out.”
Chapter Five
T edi Zimmerman always felt the darkness before she saw it. It wasn’t really a feeling, though. It was more just a sudden discovery that something was watching her, waiting for her to close her eyes, to fall asleep, to forget for just one night. That was when it pounced like a monster.
And so she lay awake with her light on, staring at the lumps and bumps of texture on the white ceiling and fighting the sleep that weighed down her eyelids when she wasn’t paying attention. She’d finished her homework hours ago. She’d come to bed hours ago, too, but she mustn’t sleep, because tonight was one of those nights when she knew what was out there. Sometimes it caught her before she could brace herself.
Should she go climb into bed with Mom? The monster could never get her there, and she always slept so well then. Mom didn’t, but she’d told Tedi to wake her up when the shadows got too close. Tonight they were lurking everywhere.
She reached up to pull the blankets back when she saw it, actually saw it! Darkness puddled in the closet corner, seeping across the wall in slow motion, trying to creep up on her. She pulled the covers back up over her chest and tried to breathe quietly. It wasn’t supposed to come this close, not in the light!
Surely it couldn’t come any closer than the corner. It was kind of dark in that spot—the darkest place in the room. It would have to wait there until she turned the light off, and she wasn’t going to do that.
She lay frozen for a long time, watching the blackness as her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Then the blackness moved. It crept a few inches from the corner, then slowly inched across toward the door along the white glow of the wall. A small tendril poked out from the rest of it like a huge bony finger. It nearly reached the light switch before she realized what it was doing.
“No! You can’t do that! Stop it!” Her voice wouldn’t reach across the room. The tendril snatched off the light, then grew to fill the room with its evil. It tried to suffocate her.
“No! Mom, stop the monster! Mom!” She couldn’t make any sound. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even move her hands from her sides. The monster filled her mouth and nose and ears and slid over her face.
And then something changed. A warmth spread down her legs, wet and heavy, and the scream she had been trying to make finally broke through, loud and—
She woke up to find the light still on in the bedroom. The light snatched the monster away before she could see it. The door swung open, and Mom rushed in, her long hair tumbling across her face.
“Honey? Tedi, what is it?” Mom’s voice sounded strong. It sounded wonderful. She sat down on the edge of the bed and reached forward.
Tedi’s face contorted in tears, and she scooted forward into her mother’s embrace, hating the sharp smell that rose from the covers. She was too embarrassed to admit what she’d done, but still too scared to let go.
“It came again, Mom. He tried to get me again.”
“It’s okay. I’m here and he can’t get you now.” Mom’s grip was firm. She held Tedi and let her cry for a moment. “Come back to bed with me. I’ll keep that ol’ monster away from you.” She released Tedi and leaned back to look at her. “Okay with you?”
Tedi wiped her eyes and nose with the back of her hand and tried to keep the tears from falling, but her chin still trembled. “I can’t.” This was the third time since she’d been living with Mom that this…kind of accident had happened. She was sitting in a puddle of pee, and it was seeping everywhere. It felt awful, but how could she admit—
“Of course you can.” Mom straightened and stood from the bed, then reached down and pulled the comforter back. “Get your pajamas off and go clean up while I throw this bedding in the washer.”
The relief came strong and fast. Tedi looked down and grimaced. “How’d you know?”
“You never cry this hard over a bad dream.”
Tedi thought about that for a few seconds and realized that was right. Usually