-----------------
Dedication: Dreaminginmars for the awesome cover! Thank you!
Recap:
"No," she said, shaking her head. "That's Casey."
She pointed a little left of me. I heard my mum suck in a breath of air, her hand covering her mouth.
"He's next to Sadie," she explained. She turned her deep, dark eyes to me and I felt my heart slam inside my chest. "He's been with her all day."
-----------------
"Sadie," Annita said softly. "This is a safe place."
"Is it?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. "Because if I recall, you have the right to report what I say."
"Only if I feel yourself or anyone else you mention throughout the session is in potential harm. I won't report anything without confiding with you first."
"Right," I muttered.
"Sadie," she repeated, leaning forward in her chair. "Talk to me. Tell me what's going on."
Sighing loudly, I reclined back in my chair. I glared up at the ceiling.
She was silent as I tried to gather my thoughts.
"A couple days ago, I went to a BBQ."
"That sounds lovely," Annita replied.
"It was with Casey's parents. I hadn't seen them in about a year and a half."
"How did you feel when you made contact with them again?" she asked.
"It was confronting."
"Was it a good confrontation?"
"I don't know." I admitted with another sigh. "It was good to see them again, but I... I came across Casey's room. They still have all his stuff. That was really hard to see."
"I can only imagine."
I blinked a few times, staring down at my lap.
"Something weird happened."
"What was that?" she asked.
I bit my lip, playing with a loose thread in my denim jeans.
"Sadie," she encouraged. "You can tell me."
Slowly, I looked up.
"I think Casey was there."
***
The wind was cool as it slapped my face harshly.
Tugging my jacket tighter to my body, I dragged my feet into school. I made my way towards Marissa and internally groaned as she was surrounded by a large group of people. That was the annoying thing about being good friends with Marissa. She was also good friends with a lot of others.
"Morning," she chirped as I joined the group.
I gave her a forced smile back.
"Hey babe," Owen greeted, throwing his arm around me. "What's up?"
Making a face, I peeled his arm from my body.
"You hurt my feelings daily, but my love is still strong." He declared.
"Shut up before I punch you," I muttered, rubbing my face roughly.
"What's wrong?" he asked, grabbing my arm.
"Stop touching me."
"If you tell me what's wrong."
"Don't want to talk about it."
YOU ARE READING
Chasing Casey
Mystery / Thriller#1 Mystery | #1 Thriller | #1 Young Adult Have you ever known someone more than you know yourself? Known them so inside out that you could finish their sentences and know what they're thinking, just with a glance? That was Casey and I. We were t...
