Ch. 6 Sophia Again
After what had happened that morning, Sophia knew something had to be wrong with Jameson. He wasn't himself, and she had to stop him from doing whatever it was that he was about to do. His appointment was at three, so he must have been home by four thirty. Maybe if she had Brett help her, they could intervene and get him to fess up about what was going on.
Jameson was strange, she knew that much. But he had never scared her like that before- there had to be something wrong. He'd been talking about Clark, and going to the psychiatrist. What if Clark really thought he was crazy, and that's what was making Jameson so mad? But then, how could she explain his wild fit in the parking lot that morning? It just seemed so... unexplainable. By the time the phone was ringing, Sophia was wishing he had already answered.
"Hello?"
"Oh, Brett, I need your help. I think Jameson is in trouble. This morning he..."
"I know, he freaked me out too. I don't know what's been going on today, but he was screaming in his sleep last night."
"Wait, he told me he didn't sleep at all."
"Ok, Sophia, I'll meet you at my house as soon as my baseball practice is over so we can try and talk to him. But whatever you do, Do NOT go in there without me, ok? I'm afraid of what he might do, and I want to be there to protect you."
"Ok, that's fine. 7pm, right?"
"7." She thought the click of the phone might give her some relief, but it only intensified her distress. She knew that Jameson hated Clark; if Clark had happened to come home from work at the wrong time, something drastic could happen...