Chapter Nineteen

I was shocked.

Stevie.

How did he know about Stevie? He could've read her mind. Although it was crazy, but not any crazier than anything I’d experienced this weekend. Deep down I knew he could read minds, and that was an insane thought. This whole situation, my life, had just became one insane thing after another. But I also remembered Stevie. I remembered how dark and scary Stevie was. Did I want to leave Carrie here alone, knowing that Stevie could do this to her? Knowing that there was a very real possibility that Stevie was actually real.

“She will be fine. I promise.” Ben said as he forcefully lifted Carrie's head and lifted me from the swing at the same time. He carefully laid her on the swing and covered her up with the afghan.

He then yanked my arm and started dragging me from the porch me to the car, walking in wide strides. I was staggering in pain, punching his arm all the way. Richard sat his coffee down and coolly strolled to the Jeep.

I started crying. I couldn’t kee