know?" She motioned for me to
follow her. Placing my beer on the small table, I followed.
Once
we were a good ten feet from the bus she started speaking.
"I
want to talk to you a little bit about Christopher."
I
nodded.
"Now
keep in mind I don't know everything and what I do know isn't much, but I want
to give you as much information as possible," she sighed. "I should
have talked to you sooner." She looked at me apologetically. "Maybe
it will help, maybe it won't, but I have to at least tell you."
Now
I was even more nervous.
"Christopher
didn't come to live with Nicholas until he was around twelve years old and by
that time Christopher had many emotional issues. He'd lived with his mother.
Neither Christopher nor Nicholas knew of each other. In fact, when Nicholas
married Gwen, Christopher would have been at least two years old. Gwen brought
with her a son, Jackson, who was almost three." She paused. "Christopher
was brought to Nicholas after his mother's death."
"After
her death?" I repeated her last words as a question.
"Yes,"
she answered. "That's really all I know Mia, but perhaps it helps your
situation. I'm not sure." She stopped walking and I stopped too.
We
turned around and as we walked back to the bus, I tried to absorb and process
everything she'd said. She hadn't told me much, but it was enough to make me
curious and a little apprehensive.
Laney,
Kat, and Serena bombarded me with questions when I got back and I gave them a
very brief summary, leaving out some information. Then I claimed to be tired
and left to get ready for bed.
Truth
was, it was more like exhausted. After dealing with Chris last night, the
intense concert, and Una's disclosures, I just wanted to curl up in my favorite
blanket. Showering quickly, hoping the hot water would ease my tension, I threw
on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before brushing my teeth and hair. Then
burying myself into the bunk, I let myself slip into unconsciousness.
I
don't know what time it was when I heard Christopher yell out, but my eyes shot
open. Fear settled in for a moment. Lying very still, I kept my eyes closed.
His door slid open, but I continued to pretend I was sleeping. Even when I his
arms slipped under my body and lifted, I kept them closed.
When
he lay me down on his bed and climbed next to me, I peeked through half closed
eyes. All I saw was the wall across the room and the clock on his nightstand.
He was lying behind me and wasn't touching me. My mind was racing, not knowing
if I should get up or just lay there.
No
longer able to keep my muscles tensed, I shifted around slightly. Christopher
moved, but barely. I settled into a comfortable position and didn't get up.
Looking back to the clock it was four-thirty. After a few moments I heard heavy
even breathes. He was asleep. I wasn't sure if I would wake him, so I just
relaxed until I fell back asleep.
Just
as the morning before, I woke alone. So, this would become the trend.
Chapter
Eight
Once
dressed, I stepped out into rainy Denver. The drizzle was constant and the air
cold. Shivering I pulled my hooded jacket tighter around my body, wishing I
would've worn a sweatshirt too.
"Mia!"
Serena ran up to me.
"Hey,
what's up?" I smiled, happy to see my sister. We walked toward the arena
to grab something from the breakfast table.
"I
was listening to the song you left with me and we should rehearse it." She
smiled large. "I think it's a really fun, energetic song and maybe we can
play it tonight – if we nail it in rehearsal."
"Sounds
like a plan." She wrapped her arm around mine. Once we finished eating, we
found Rob to see about rehearsing on stage.
"Shouldn't
be a problem, give me an hour or so, okay?" Nodding to Rob, we walked to
the Hush bus.
Kat
and I decided to get some exercise, which I hoped would relieve some of the
tension and stress in my neck and shoulders. Borrowing some workout clothes
from Serena, I avoided running into Christopher at all costs. We went where
follow her. Placing my beer on the small table, I followed.
Once
we were a good ten feet from the bus she started speaking.
"I
want to talk to you a little bit about Christopher."
I
nodded.
"Now
keep in mind I don't know everything and what I do know isn't much, but I want
to give you as much information as possible," she sighed. "I should
have talked to you sooner." She looked at me apologetically. "Maybe
it will help, maybe it won't, but I have to at least tell you."
Now
I was even more nervous.
"Christopher
didn't come to live with Nicholas until he was around twelve years old and by
that time Christopher had many emotional issues. He'd lived with his mother.
Neither Christopher nor Nicholas knew of each other. In fact, when Nicholas
married Gwen, Christopher would have been at least two years old. Gwen brought
with her a son, Jackson, who was almost three." She paused. "Christopher
was brought to Nicholas after his mother's death."
"After
her death?" I repeated her last words as a question.
"Yes,"
she answered. "That's really all I know Mia, but perhaps it helps your
situation. I'm not sure." She stopped walking and I stopped too.
We
turned around and as we walked back to the bus, I tried to absorb and process
everything she'd said. She hadn't told me much, but it was enough to make me
curious and a little apprehensive.
Laney,
Kat, and Serena bombarded me with questions when I got back and I gave them a
very brief summary, leaving out some information. Then I claimed to be tired
and left to get ready for bed.
Truth
was, it was more like exhausted. After dealing with Chris last night, the
intense concert, and Una's disclosures, I just wanted to curl up in my favorite
blanket. Showering quickly, hoping the hot water would ease my tension, I threw
on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before brushing my teeth and hair. Then
burying myself into the bunk, I let myself slip into unconsciousness.
I
don't know what time it was when I heard Christopher yell out, but my eyes shot
open. Fear settled in for a moment. Lying very still, I kept my eyes closed.
His door slid open, but I continued to pretend I was sleeping. Even when I his
arms slipped under my body and lifted, I kept them closed.
When
he lay me down on his bed and climbed next to me, I peeked through half closed
eyes. All I saw was the wall across the room and the clock on his nightstand.
He was lying behind me and wasn't touching me. My mind was racing, not knowing
if I should get up or just lay there.
No
longer able to keep my muscles tensed, I shifted around slightly. Christopher
moved, but barely. I settled into a comfortable position and didn't get up.
Looking back to the clock it was four-thirty. After a few moments I heard heavy
even breathes. He was asleep. I wasn't sure if I would wake him, so I just
relaxed until I fell back asleep.
Just
as the morning before, I woke alone. So, this would become the trend.
Chapter
Eight
Once
dressed, I stepped out into rainy Denver. The drizzle was constant and the air
cold. Shivering I pulled my hooded jacket tighter around my body, wishing I
would've worn a sweatshirt too.
"Mia!"
Serena ran up to me.
"Hey,
what's up?" I smiled, happy to see my sister. We walked toward the arena
to grab something from the breakfast table.
"I
was listening to the song you left with me and we should rehearse it." She
smiled large. "I think it's a really fun, energetic song and maybe we can
play it tonight – if we nail it in rehearsal."
"Sounds
like a plan." She wrapped her arm around mine. Once we finished eating, we
found Rob to see about rehearsing on stage.
"Shouldn't
be a problem, give me an hour or so, okay?" Nodding to Rob, we walked to
the Hush bus.
Kat
and I decided to get some exercise, which I hoped would relieve some of the
tension and stress in my neck and shoulders. Borrowing some workout clothes
from Serena, I avoided running into Christopher at all costs. We went where
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