Death, Doom and Detention
Page 63“At the hospital. They have Isaac sedated, but she’s sitting with him.”
Our hospital was more like an urgent care center with a couple of beds for overnight observation. “We have to go,” I said to Brooke, who agreed with a hearty nod.
But Cameron was less enthusiastic. He seemed a tad perturbed, actually. “What do you mean, he couldn’t kill the prophet?”
“Oops,” I said, realizing I’d never told him or anyone about what Isaac did the day before. “I meant to tell you, but everything that happened with Jared, I just—”
When he leveled an astonished gaze on me, I got defensive again. “You have to admit, we had a busy afternoon yesterday.”
“Fine. What happened, exactly?”
“Isaac carved my name into a desk really creepy-like and told me they wanted me dead.”
Ash gaped at me. “He did what?”
“I know, right?” Brooke said.
“You knew about this?” Cameron asked her.
“Hey, Mr. Sensitive, we forgot. We were busy.” She got in his face. Or tried to, since he was over a foot taller. It was kind of funny.
“I need to touch him,” I said. “I might be able to see exactly what’s out there.”
“I’ll drive,” Cameron said, fishing his keys out of his pocket.
“Are you kidding? We have Static Cling here if anything goes wrong.” I grinned when Cameron scowled at me.
“Can I get a ride with you?” Ashlee asked. “Syd has our car.”
“Sure,” Brooke said, “if you don’t mind riding in the back with Glitch.”
Ash lifted one shoulder, her gaze landing on an oblivious Glitch. “I don’t mind if you don’t.”
“Suit yourself, but it’s not very comfortable.”
“That’s okay,” she said with a shy smile.
“I get the left wheel well,” he said, walking off. Still oblivious.
I so wanted to head-butt him.
VINCENT
When we got to the hospital, we went straight to Isaac’s room. He was surrounded by his family, Sydnee, and a nurse who was checking his vitals. I started to back out again when I heard him talk.
“I’m so sorry, Dad. I just don’t remember what happened.”
I took a cautious step inside and Isaac looked over at me. “Lorelei?”
“No.” Isaac looked at his family apologetically. “Can I have a minute with Lorelei?”
“Sure, son.” His mother leaned over for a kiss. The image was adorable. A huge, scruffy football player being kissed by his mom.
His dad patted his shoulder. “We’ll be right outside.”
After his family stepped outside, the whole gang stepped in, including me, Brooke, Cameron, Glitch, and Ash. Sydnee had stayed, and we waited until the nurse left before starting our conversation.
“Thank you for coming,” Syd said.
Isaac looked at me with those big brown eyes of his, and all I could see was the teddy bear I’d grown up with. The one who picked me up and dusted me off when Joss Duffy knocked me off the monkey bars. The one who, soon afterwards, had a talk with said Joss Duffy, and oddly enough, said Joss Duffy never bothered me again. “Lorelei, I’m so sorry. Whatever I did—”
“What exactly did you do?” Cameron asked, his voice razor sharp.
I cringed. “It’s okay, Cameron. Nothing happened.”
“I’d like to hear Isaac’s side of it.”
I realized Isaac had become anxious. His expression was wary when he looked at Cameron. I’d heard that pretty much everyone in school was afraid of him, but it was just so hard to believe this huge guy would be afraid of anyone. “From what I’ve been told,” he said to Cameron, “I threatened her with a knife.”
Cameron bit down and he turned a heated gaze my way. “Did we forget to mention that?” He stepped closer to the bed, making his own threat with the set of his shoulders.
“And here we go,” Glitch said. He sat on a heating unit by the window to watch the show.
He placed the most cavalier expression on me I’d ever seen. “You can try.”
“Cameron,” Brooke said, tugging his arm. She laughed softly, as though trying to excuse Cameron for his bad manners. “Lor has this. Really.”
I decided to ignore him. “I’m sorry, Isaac. Just pretend he’s not here. Do you remember what happened at all?”
He shook his head as Sydnee took his hand, her face lined with worry. “I can’t seem to recall the last few days, in fact. But some of the guys told me I’d threatened you. That I carved your name into a desk and said I was going to kill you or something.”
The heat from Cameron’s gaze intensified. He so wasn’t helping.
“You didn’t threaten to kill me, Isaac. You said they want me dead.”
“Who?” Cameron asked.
“I don’t know.” He plastered his palms over his eyes.
Cameron leaned closer. “Would it help if we went outside?”