Murder Out By Caster Bridge

Chapter fifteen

"Weston..." a voice whispered.

In between sleep and wakefulness, a light breeze, that felt more like someone's breath, bristled against my hair and tickled the back of my neck.

"Weston..." the voice whispered again.

"Go away," I mumbled, snuggling my head into my polyester pillow and sliding further under the covers to break off the sudden unbearable chill. I turned onto my side, finding a comfortable position.

Just when I started drifting off to sleep again, the same voice returned.

"Weston, seriously, wake up."

"Shut up and go away," I grumbled and swatted my hand.

"Don't be like that."

I kept my eyes shut and hummed. "Go away," I mumbled again this time with a large yawn as I placed my arm under my head and clapped my chapped lips together.

"That's it," the voice said. Before I could respond, the blanket was yanked off me and a hand touched my arm.

Sudden calm emotions zapped through me causing my eyes to snap open. I shot up and pushed whoever it was away. "What the hell?" I yelled as my gaze locked onto the person.

It was Norman.

"What the hell, Norman? What are you doing in my house? How did you get up here?"

"That's not important."

"What is important?' I asked grumpily as J rubbed the blurriness from my eyes and put on my glasses from my nightstand. I then looked over at the clock. "Are you fricking kidding me? Norman, you seriously couldn't have waited until morning? It's 11:45 at night. That means I've only been asleep for an hour! Are you insane?"

Norman put up his hands. "Hey, don't blame me for your lack of sleep. I've been awake. And this idea came to me. Do you remember what Melinda told us about Jerry?"

"You mean about finding his truck out by that creepy house you were telling me about when I picked you up?"

"The very same. I was thinking that we should check it out. So, you get ready and I will meet you there. Tonight is the perfect opportunity. I want to find out what is happening." There was something else in his emotions that flickered too fast for me to understand before it was consumed by that ever strange calmness.

"Is there something else you are up to?" I asked.

Norman's gaze furrowed as his lips turned up into a large grin. "That's for me to know and for you to find out. Just meet at the place in fifteen minutes."

I got out of bed with a heavy sigh and walked over to my dresser. I turned on the lamp and then rummaged for a shirt which was just a regular gray one. I quickly changed and threw my old one on the floor. I then took off my sweatpants and grabbed a pair of jeans from my closet and put them on. Only in my hastiness, I stumbled multiple times. At one time, I tumbled so much that my elbow collided into my dresser hitting my funny bone. "Son of a... banshee's uncle. Ow!"

Getting out of the house was going to be a problem. I had to be vigilant. I eased my bedroom door open halfway and peered out. The whole house was dark and eerily quiet. Using my talent, I tried to detect my grandmother. I could feel her unique emotions, but I couldnt tell if she was awake or asleep.

I closed the door and then sauntered over to the window. This would have to do. I would have to be quick and quiet. This window tended to squeak if opened too slowly. And my grandmother didn't have any oil for the hinge. The noise would definitely alert her considering she was a light sleeper. I knew I would have to be smart about this. I unbolted the latch and then shoved the window open as quick as I could, but being careful not to slam it.

A warm wave of March air blasted in. I ignored it as I picked up my messenger bag and threw it over my shoulder. I then got out onto the balcony and looked around. This was not going to be fun. I was glad I didn't have a height problem. I looked to the left and saw vines. Being as careful as I could, I used that to get down safely to the ground. I used to escape out windows with Hayden, but never by myself. This felt strange, exhilarating, but I also felt guilty.

I made it around to my Jeep and got in. I turned on the ignition and then backed out of the driveway and headed to where Norman said to meet him.