Chapter 19

Disclaimer: Well…I'm not really happy with the way my story is about to go so I am doing something that I have never done before and I am changing it around a bit. Im not quite sure how I am going to change it…I thought that I would do it while I am typing and hopefully it won't suck but if it does. Don't tell me because I am a fragile haha just kidding. I have actually been playing around with a few ideas and I am not quite sure chick one I am going to pick but they all seem pretty cool so I think you will all be entertained either way.

P.S. to the disclaimer…I am adding this before I send this yet. I am soooo pissed off right now at Comcast high speed internet. They are overpriced and they had the nerve to say that I owed 200 bucks after paying the bill about a week ago. Comcast= Lucifer's toilet

He shot me a perplexed look and looked away. "What are you talking about?" he asked. He then blinked and sure enough I was staring up at a pair of baby blues.

I stared for an instant, closed my eyes and shook my head. Once I refocused on his face, sure enough his eyes were blue.

You're losing it Case.

No I wasn't…was I? I mean I've never been one for details but there's no way I could have mistaken those eyes for grey…could I?

Don't be so hard on yourself case. It's called wishful thinking. You've spent your entire life being different from everyone else. No one likes feeling alone. So, you made yourself see something that wasn't there, big deal. Remember that time in California when you swore you saw a Leprechaun.

Well…Considering all of the things that have transpired in a week's time, hell, maybe she really did see a Leprechaun.

Damn it Casey focus.

James was just standing there staring at me. Suddenly the chemically imbalanced portion of my brain, which, lets face it, is the same thing as saying the whole damn thing, hatched an idea.

"Well, either way they're gorgeous." I then said in the sweetest tone I could manage.

James lifted a brow and stared at me guardedly. "Beg pardon?" he asked.

I took a step towards him. My mind was racing. This has to work. All the attention you've been getting must mean that you irresistible to men or something. Right?

"It's just that…well…I'm not use to people being so generous to me and when a handsome man such as yourself…well you can hardly blame me for not knowing how to act." I batted my eye lashes and took another step towards him.

You're acting like a damn jezebel!

I ignored my thoughts and advanced another step.

"Let me make it up to you." I was now inches away from him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you coming on to me?" He asked shocked.

"Let's just say I was. Would that be alright with you?"

Casey Casey Casey. Where's our pride girl?

I'm not going to lie. I didn't mind being that close to him. I could smell his cologne…or was it aftershave…well whatever the hell it was, it smelled amazing.

Focus!

Right. Well, I was just trying to get a reaction from him to see if his eyes would change. I've never been much of a flirt. Actually, now that I think about it. This was my first time ever flirting with a man….and BOY what a MAN.

He then took his other arm and touched the hand that was on his shoulder and brushed it off like it were some sort of insect.

Ouch

"Sorry but…you're not my type."

Double Ouch

"Don't get me wrong." He began with a smug smile on his face. "I'm pretty sure you'll find some dumb shmuck that will be more that happy to settle for…insanity…but…yeah I think ill pass"

Daaaaaamn Casey…we dropped something on the floor…of wait that's our face!

I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little hurt. Okay. Crushed but it just made my next move even easier. I turned my head and smiled.

"Plan B." I muttered.

BAM! My left foot made contact with his shin.

A slew of curse words filled the air as he began hopping around the parking lot. I immediately followed his eyes as he began hopping around in circles.

"Look at me!" I hollered trying to stay focused.

"What the hell is your problem lady? You bipolar or something?" He groaned.

"Keep still god damnit." I ordered. As he began to hop away from me. I started after him but stubbed my open toe on a large rock.

I was midly aware that Sam had opened the door. When my eyes fixed on him more directly he was staring at me in total shock. And to tell you the truth I couldn't blame him. It had to have been a peculiar sight. A 6'2-6'3 man hopping away from a girl in a pixie shirt, skirt, and flip flops who was now limping around trying to catch up to him.

"If you would just stand still!" I hollered.

James wasn't hopping around anymore but he was still limping.

"Casey what the hell is going on?" Sam asked as he began jogging towards me. I ignored Sam and continued chasing James. James was now in a full out sprint now and I was quickly following suit.

I was surprised that I was able to keep up with him. Hell, from the looks of it, it seemed like I was gaining up on him.

He was almost in arms reach when I lost my footing and fell. BAM!! My head met the gravel. I also had the wind knocked out of me and I was trying my best to take a breath and was failing miserably.

"What the hell is your problem?" James hollered before turning around to face me.

I rose to my feet...at least tried to. I looked down and saw blood on the rocks. The wooziness hit me and I fell flat on my butt.

A split second later, Sam was at my side. "Oh my God Casey, are you alright?" HE asked.

I didn't open my eyes. I was afraid to. "All you had to do was hold still." I managed to say. My forehead was throbbing and I could feel more blood trickling down my face.

"What the hell is she talking about? Case we've got to get you to the doctors." I panicked at Sams words.

I'm not going to a damn doctor." I slurred. I

Focus Casey. It's nothing serious. Just take a deep breath.

"Casey."

"Shut the hell up Sam." I barked as I tried to steady myself and open my eyes.

If I was trying to get an emotion out of him then…golf clap to me because there was a look of sheer horror on his face and his eyes…

"Are you serious?" I said. My face blank. I had totally made an ass of myself, split my forehead open…again…and ruined yet another piece of Sookies clothes just to see...

Fucking…blue…eyes.

I couldn't help it. I just started to chuckle.

"She's crazy." James stated simply.

Sam didn't disagree.

I continued to try and wipe the blood off of my neck, chin and cheek. "I'll be in the truck." I said as I turned and headed for Sams Ford.

As I made my way to the passenger's side door I saw Sam had a package of paper towels unopened. I then glanced next to the door of the shop was a thigh high beverage cooler. I reached inside and took out two 20oz bottles of water.

James and Sam never took their eyes off of me. Every move that I made I could feel their eyes following me.

I went to the side of the road grabbed a scrunchie from around my wrist and tied my hair up. I then began washing off the blood from my face and neck. I looked down at my shirt to see that it was covered in blood and dirt.

"This was so not worth it." I mumbled to myself as I tossed a blood drenched napkin on he ground. I was physically and emotionally knocked out. I just wanted to find a bed and go to sleep.

God I'm so tired.

Just when I thought things were going to be fine I found a way to screw things up. My breath hitched and I could feel my chest growing tighter. I was never going to be normal. I was never going to be happy and it was all because of my damn parents. God I hated them. Why did they have to leave me alone? Why couldn't I have just died with them?

A ragged breath escaped me. My heart was heavy with wretchedness I felt disgusted with myself. I let out a violent, shuddering sob and threw the water bottle across the street into the woods.

I just wanted to scream. I needed to be alone. I turned around to see Sam had now gone inside the shop. I was thankful for at least that much. Me may have just seen me split my face open but I'd be damned if I was going to let either one of them see my cry.

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The car ride to my place was silent. Sam had gotten the brush and I didn't have enough energy to ask him if James had said anything. He didn't ask me anything about the incident that had just taken place. I came to the conclusion that he was just as drained as I was. I wouldn't have protested if he would have fired me after what had just gone down. Sam wasn't like any person I had ever met. When I say that I mean, kind, understanding, and at most times gentle.

"Can I ask you a question Sam?" I asked breaking the silence.

"Shoot." He said as we pulled up to a red light.

"What do you think about all the rumors concerning Sookie, you know, being different?"

He turned and gave me a puzzled look I immediately looked straight adead.. "I think that whether the rumors are true or not, Sookie is still an amazing woman. I've known her for a long time. We're friends. And friends don't judge others on if they are different or not. Just like you." He paused.

My eyes widened. "What do you mean?" I asked cautiously.

"Let's just say, for instance, you could do the things that people are saying Sookie is capable of doing. It wouldn't make a difference to me. You're still the same person." I felt my chest grow tight and it was hard to swallow.

The light turned green and Sam change the radio station. "You're gonna have to start giving me directions. I'm not too sure where it is you live."

"Make a right after you pass the bar." I said lowly. "So, if I could 'read minds' you wouldn't call the nearest carnival and sell me to the highest bidder?"

"No." He immediately said. I didn't see his face but I could tell he was dead serious.

"So…can you?" He asked. I knew what he was asking. He wanted to know if I was like Sookie.

"No." I answered honestly. I wasn't like Sookie really.

Sam smiled. "I didn't think so."

"Make a right." I said quietly. "What makes you say that?" I asked out of curiosity.

Sams brow furrowed and I tried my best to ignore it. "well for starters…unless you found some while I was in the shop…" he paused.

I shot him a confused look.

"You're eyes are grey." He said simply. "And any other person I know would have been unconscious from a knock to the head like that or worse…but you…just walked it off like everything was fine. I'm only telling you this because you asked Casey. I, more than anyone, can understand and respect others private life…I just want you to know that no matter what it is you choose to tell me will stay between you and I." I felt a smile touch my lips. "Besides…" he continued. "the carnival just left here about a month ago so I'm gonna be stuck with you for another year."

I let out a hearty laugh and slapped Sam on the shoulder in mock anger.

"Make a left here funny man." I continued.

We Turned into the Cozy Inn. Sam said nothing as I hopped out of the truck but I could tell he wasn't please with my particular living arrangements.

"Shit I forgot my key." I groaned. I ran to the office but there was no one there. I rang the bell but no one answered. I called out. "Jeff?" No one came out. "Hey…Jeff if you're in…I for got my key so I'm just gonna take the spare. I'll return it in no time." Nothing. For some unexplained reason I felt a little uneasy. Maybe it's because Jeff the manager was ALWAYS there.

I quickly hopped over the counter and grabbed the key.

When I came outside Sam was out of his car leaning against the passenger side door. "Need any help?" He asked.

I pushed my concern to the back of my mind, smiled and gave a nod. "No one was in the office so I had to steal the key for about five seconds."

Sam wasn't smiling.

I went to the door and turned around. "You can come in if you want so sense in standing out here like a guard dog."

Sam pushed himself off the car and followed me inside.

The moment I opened the door I knew something was wrong. Call it women's intuition call it fairies intuition or call it schick intuition but I had a bad feeling. I suddenly became alert.

"Something wrong?" Sam asked standing behind me.

I didn't say anything. I slowly entered the room. Something smelled horrible. Like month old milk raw eggs and…ass.

"Jesus Christ!" I said raising my tank top to cover my mouth. I walked towards the bathroom door Sam immediately grabbed my arm to stop me. "Casey. I want you to wait in the car."

"Why?" I asked confused.

"Just wait in the car.?" He bit out. I didn't budge. "Please." He added in a more calm tone.

I gave him a wary look and went turned to leave the room.

I was waiting outside for no less than ten seconds when I saw Sam leave the room. His face was pale.

"What is it?" I asked.

He didn't say anything. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. "Gloria get Sheriff Dearborn tell him to come to the Cozy Inn. There's been a murder."

**Authors Notes**

Change of plans kiddies. I decided to chop this chapter up as well. I know I know. "What's going on in your head Rachel?" well i didn't really like the way this Chapter was originally suppose to go. If you would like to know the changes I made you can PM me and I can tell you more in detail. But there is a character that I was going to kill off but I decided to keep them around. So the story is going to change a little bit but I like this one a lot better. Again, thank you guys so much for reading and please Read and Respond. You keep reading and ill keep typing that's the way I do things haha. Ill probably upload the rest later on tonight but if not ill do it tomorrow night. P.S. he person that you think is dead…isn't. haha. I was also thinking about having you guys listen to music while you read kind of like a soundtrack to the story…let me know if that's a good idea