Humor Me {Book One of VEX}

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Todd sat on the couch of his house, watching his best friend snoozing quietly next to him. Schuyler was beautiful. The way her blond hair sprayed against the cushions, the way her eyelids closed so gently when she was asleep, and the way her eyes glowed while she was awake. Todd smiled a little as her eyes fluttered open. She closed them briefly, then looked over at Todd, and smiled ruefully.
“What?”
“Sorry about all this,” Schuyler said, indicating herself sprawled on the couch. Todd shook his head.
"If it’s what I got to do to keep you away from your dad, then it’s fine,” Todd told her. “Anyway, you’re my best friend.”
Schuyler yawned. “What time is it?”
“Four AM.”
Schuyler sighed. “Another day is gone, and another is a-comin’.” She shifted and lay her head on Todd’s chest. “Do you think my dad’s looking for me?”
Todd shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not.” He stroked her soft hair as he spoke. “Honestly, I think he would much rather find you and get horribly angry at you than find you because he cares.” Though it was harsh, Todd knew that she could take it: after all, it was the truth.
Schuyler yawned again and Todd turned on the television. The news was on, and a tired-looking newscaster was in the middle of a report.
“…near the Lake View Inn, and the body was confirmed to be that of 39-year-old Janet Fanning, but no one was able to confirm how she died.”
Schuyler’s heart nearly stopped, and she felt as if her blood had turned to ice. Beneath her, Todd’s chest stopped rising for a moment, but then he began breathing again, but his breaths were quick and unnatural. Tears burned Schuyler’s eyes as a photo of her mother appeared, and it didn’t help that it was a photo of her mother and her a year before, when she was thirteen. The newscaster then said, “Fanning, pictured here with her fourteen-year-old daughter, Shutney Fanning, was found dead around midnight.”
“Schuylly,” Todd whispered, gathering her in his arms as tears spurted from her eyes. “It’s okay, don’t cry…”
But she had to cry! Her mother had protected her, had kept her safe from Harold Star. And now her mother was gone. She buried her face in Todd’s shirt and he stroked her hair, but she felt tears splash onto her forehead. Her mother was…dead.
After what seemed like forever, Schuyler wiped her eyes and sat up. “It was him,” she said, her voice hollow. “She died because of him, I’m sure of it. She was so upset, and it was his fault that she was.”
Todd nodded but didn’t say anything.
Suddenly Schuyler looked up at him. “I know what I have to do.”
 
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