Chapter Eight

Sry for the short chapter







Peter sat at his desk, confused to say the least. Kristin was at class with the teacher who agreed to come up. He had looked through files 10 times, anything for a clue. His cell rang. He groaned. It was her teacher. "Yes?" "Peter, you just might want to come down here!" The teacher said and Peter hung up. He ran to the cafeteria. What now? Had she had another outburst? Threatened to kill herself? Ran? God, endless possibilities went through Peter's head. Damn the person to hell who did this to her.

He ran into the cafeteria to see Kristin huddled in a corner. The teacher sat helplessy at the bench closest to her. "What happened?" Peter demanded. "I-I don't know! I reached out for the pencil in her hand because she couldn't figure out a math problem and my hand touched hers and she jumped up and screamed 'don't touch me!' and ran into the corner. When I got close she would threaten to kill herself!" He said and out of frusteration threw down the pencil. Peter inched closer to her. "Don't come closer, you'll just hurt me!" She cried, trying to curl herself in a tight ball. "You know I won't, Kristin," Peter said softly. "That's what he said...he said he wouldn't hurt me...but it hurt a lot, Peter, a damn lot!" She cried. She slumped down to the floor.



Peter stared at Kristin, who was seated in the chair across from him in Peter's office. The phone rang. "Hello?" "Is this Mount Horizon?" Asked a young-sounding boy voice. "Yes..." "Um, is Kristin Maddox there?" "Whose this?" "Adam Holbrook, a boy from school." "Do you have permission from her father?" "He gave me the number." "Okay, just a sec." "Do you know a boy named Adam?" "Yeah!" Kristin exclaimed. "He's on the phone. Keep it short. I'm going outside." Peter said and handed the phone to her.

Conversations:

Adam: Kristin?

Kristin: Adam!

Adam: Hey!

Kristin: What's up?

Adam: nothin', you?

Kristin: Okay, I guess.

Adam: coolios. So what's Mount Horizon?

Kristin: A school.

Adam: No duh.

Kristin: It's a school where kids go to get help

Adam: I was right.

Kristin: What? About the school?

Adam: No. About your dad.

Kristin: Yeah, you were.

Adam: I didn't want to be. I hate being right about stuff like that.

Kristin: I wish you were.

Adam: So do I. I have to go. I miss you, Kristin.

Kristin: I miss you to.

Adam: I'll call you or you call me or whatever. Byebye!

he said in a high-pithced annoying voice.

Kristin: Bye.

She hung up.

She forced the tears back. She didn't want to cry. But Adam...he had these big brown eyes that could be filled with jokes, mischief, sadness or anger. His smile involved his lips curling up a little. His laugh was contangious. When he laughed most other people ended up laughing. She would do anything to see Adam. Did that include running from the only place she could call safe?