Chapter 107: Day Three

"What's all th - ? What did you do to your hair? Why are you so scratched up? Is that a tattoo?" Dad blinked at me while he held his hands up as if he expected the answers to come crashing down from the ceiling. Hopefully they wouldn't crush him.

He needed to know everything, or mostly everything, and I would prove it to him. Mom had said she couldn't tell anyone about us, and I loved Mom like crazy, but maybe that kind of thinking had been part of why she was dead. Because she didn't ask for enough help.

And God knows I needed all the help I could get. After what Darby had showed me, I didn't even pretend to go back to sleep. Something else had been underneath Darby's bed with me, something spidery, something that had raked my skin with deep gashes. That was the only explanation I could come up with, and I didn't have more time to devote to thinking about it because my time was almost up. Yet all those spider bites on Darby still funneled into my thoughts anyway.