When Times Are Tough, The Weak Bail

Derek Lunged. He Hit Me In The Shoulder And Knocked Me To The Floor, Landing On Top Of Me. His Body Jerked, Like He'd Been Hit With The Spell, And I Let Out A Yelp, Struggling To Get Up, But He Held Me Down, Whispering "i'm Okay, It's Okay" Until The Words Penetrated.

If There's Anything I Can Do- I Know There Probably Isn't, But..." Just Be Here

Was She Telling You To Stay Away From Me?" I Asked. He Paused, Then Said, "yeah." He Squeezed My Hand Out Of Aunt Lauren's Sight. "it's Okay. We're Good." Chloe And Derek

I'm Behind You." I Spun To See Derek. "i Can't Win," He Said. "you're As Skittish As A Kitten.

The Upshot Of Her Tirade Was That I Was The Devil's Spawn And Should Be Locked Up In A Tower Before I Unleashed Hordes Of The Living Dead To Slaughter Them All In Their Sleep. Well, Maybe That's An Exaggeration, But Not By Much.