The Whisperers by B.N. (good non fiction books to read txt) 📕

It was like Clare was trying to take Shooter away from me. I was so jealous and lonely that I ignored him for weeks until one day he came to me and said that she had cheated on him. I had tried to comfort him the best I could. That was when I decided I was never going to ignore him again no matter who he dated. It wasn’t worth all the frustration.
“Everly” Papa called from down the hall. My shoulders tensed. I walked down the hall and into the tiny but cozy living room. I leaned against the side of the couch, waiting for him to say something. He didn’t, instead he patted the place next to him on the couch. I obeyed. We sat there in silence for a while; he was probably collecting his thoughts. I stared at him out the corner of my eye, too afraid he would be glaring at me. His skin, which held a permanent tan no matter what the season, looked especially red at the moment. Was he so angry that he was turning red? “I know you think I hate him but I don’t” Papa said suddenly, breaking the uncomfortable silence. I stared over at him, speechless. Papa ran his hand through his short wavy brown hair. He sighed. “I figured it would be him” he stated, sounding defeated. Again I said nothing, what lie could I come up with that made sense? He sighed again. “Could’ve done worse though, he’s a good boy when he’s ‘round you” Papa admitted.
I clasped my hands together and with a sudden burst of inspiration. “Papa, we’re not …dating” I said, slowly gathering what I was going to tell him about us holding hands. “Everly, I saw the two of you holding hands” he said in a firm voice. I dropped my head. “I grabbed his hand” I mumbled, looking at the cup of coffee my dad had left on the coffee table when he had left for work this morning. “You like him?” his tone was accusing. I shook my head back and forth. “No, he had come by at a bad time…I had been thinking about mama and he…umm…tried to cheer me up by walking me up the drive and back, when you had came up I had just grabbed his hand and was about to say thanks for trying to cheer me up…” I said lowly so he couldn’t detect the shakiness in my voice. I felt bad for bringing up mama; Papa always flinched a little when I bought up her name. I wished that I had never taken hold of Shooters hand. Papa was silent, taking in all that I had said. I didn’t look at him, scared I would start giggling. That was one of my worst qualities, I giggled when I was either scared or under pressure. At the moment I was both. He made a grunting noise then smiled. “Dodged a bullet, for the time being, didn’t I?” he grinned, relieved. I smiled back at him weakly. “Good night Papa” I said, making my way to my room. “Everly?” he called from the couch. I turned to look at him. “You know what I said about not hating him?” he asked, a smile forming around the edges of his mouth. “You want me to keep my mouth shut” I guessed, trying not to laugh. He laughed and nodded. “Exactly” he smiled.
Chapter three
Later that night I woke to the sound of my bedroom window being forced open. I slowly slid out of bed, not wanting the intruder to see me. Not that he could, since my room was pitch black. My heart was thumping loudly and my breathing was even louder. I prayed the intruder wouldn’t hear me. As I slowly made my way to my door, I tripped over a pillow that I must’ve thrown off my bed in my sleep. I shrieked as I went down and knew Papa wouldn’t have heard me. The man could sleep through a tornado. I heard the window screech open even more. I stayed perfectly still letting the darkness and silence hide me. “Evvie?” a voice called through the window.
My heart pounded so loud it took me a second to recognize that it was Shooter at my window. I got up, a tad bit embarrassed that I thought I was going to get killed. “Shooter?” I called back, making sure it actually was him. “In the flesh, are you ok…I heard you scream?” he answered. I made my way to the window. “What are you doing here?” I asked, ignoring his question. I was leaning through the window now, the moonlight being bright enough for me to see his face. He was making his ‘trouble-maker’s’ grin. He reached out and grabbed my wrist. “Come on” he ordered, trying to pull me out the window. I pulled away. “Where are you going?” I asked. He smiled his most genuine smile. “The meadow” he answered, sounding matter of factly about it. “If Papa catches us…” I said, warning that we would get in serious trouble. “He never has before...come on” he ordered again, holding his hand out. I frowned then turned away from him. I switched on the lamp and looked around my room, trying to locate my jacket and a pair of shoes. I found my jacket and a pair of flip-flops. I kept on my PJ pants and tank top instead of changing clothes. I switched off my lamp and climbed out my window, making sure it was left open just a crack.
The air was chilly and blowing my, still damp, hair around my face. As we walked away from my house and down the road I shivered at regular time intervals. I hadn’t noticed before that Shooter had had a soda bottle in his hand, which he took a swallow of every now and then.He noticed me eyeing the bottle and held it out to me. I grabbed it and took a sniff. Just as I expected, the smell of liquor burned my nose. “Stealing your daddy’s moonshine again?” I asked, handing him back the bottle. He grinned at me before he took another sip.

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Publication Date: 09-05-2011

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