CHAPTER 7
A smarter person would’ve cautiously treaded into these potentially dangerous waters. But I never claimed to be smart. I thundered down the stairs completely unaware of the mind-blowing, gut-wrenching, indescribable pain in store for me. Oh, how quickly I learned.
I expected Gabe’s emotions. They were unpleasant, but I knew they were coming. Naive girl that I am, I hadn’t considered the possibility of another person being there. Kendall’s presence blindsided me. The flutter I first felt was just the beginning. My heart swam in what I can only describe as love in its purest and most genuine form. It would’ve been a beautiful feeling to bask in, if Gabe’s anger hadn’t tainted it. Together they created a perfect storm of emotions.
I barely made it off the stairs before the torturous mix seized me. Gasping, I grasped at my chest. It felt as though someone was carving out my heart with a dull blade and flushing the wound with hot molten lava. I wanted to run, but the pain paralyzed me. Tears streamed down my face. I was incapacitated by emotions that weren’t even mine.
“Celeste!” Keni ran to me and felt my face for a fever. I jerked at her touch. It amplified her emotion. “Gabe, there’s something wrong with her!”
Gabe’s head whipped in our direction. He sprinted to my side and grabbed my arm to steady me. “She was acting weird earlier. Is she having a seizure or something?”
Their combined touch caused a monsoon of emotion to ravage me. My body convulsed under the weight of it.
I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t think of anything but the agony.
Their emotions were killing me.
“Go get her a cold cloth and a glass of water!” Gabe barked.
Keni dashed to the kitchen. Her distance gave me just enough of a break. I inhaled a deep, jagged breath. As the oxygen rushed back to my brain, it screamed at me: She’ll be right back! Run!
I shoved my brother out of the way with a force that knocked him to the ground and bolted. Straight for the back door without stopping. If they called to me, I didn’t hear it. My mind screamed to be free. My hands grappled to turn the knob. Finally winning, I hurled the door open. It rattled on its hinges. I darted out into the cool night air and didn’t stop until I reached the wooden fence at the back of Grams’ small yard. I fell against it and slid to the ground. I gasped for breath and willed my pounding heart to steady its beat.
I could still feel Gabe and Kendall’s emotions, but they were muted. With my head leaned back against the fence, I took deep breaths until the synchronized pounding of my head and chest slowed.
“Celeste? Are you okay?” Keni called from the doorway, then stepped out into the yard. Her concern caused fresh bubbles to churn my stomach and a dull ache to begin in my heart.
“Stop!” She froze. I tried to steady my quaking voice when I added, “I just needed some air.”
“Are you coming in?”
The mere thought of that was almost vomit worthy. Inside meant another emotional lashing. Outside was peace. “I think I’m going to sleep in the tree house tonight.”
Her giddy excitement bounced into me. “Like we did when we were little! We haven’t done that in, like, forever! I’ll go get us some sleeping bags and pillows.”
“No!” I snapped way too sharply. Softening my tone as best I could, I explained. “I kind of just want some alone time.”
Her cloud of disappointment shaded my heart.
“Whatever…didn’t want to anyway.” She sulked, then turned to march inside and pout.
“Wait, Keni.” I felt her hopes rise as she turned, which made what I had to ask that much worse. “Could you still bring me out a sleeping bag and my pillow?”
I got to experience firsthand the sting of my words. I was a horrible human being. Any other person would’ve told me where I could stick that sleeping bag. But Keni wasn’t capable of that kind of hostility.
“Fine. I’ll be right back,” she grumbled. True to her word, a few minutes later she deposited a sleeping bag and my pillow right outside the door.
For the next two days, I holed up in the child-sized tree house. Initially, I stayed there out of fear of a repeat emotional overexposure. Then it became my goal to learn to control this empathe thing, or suffer a complete mental breakdown trying. How’s that for positive thinking? Gabe and Keni came out to check on me a few times. Each time I offered up some lame excuse about camping and barked at them to go away. That wouldn’t have worked on Grams. Good thing she was out of town. Only when they were gone or sleeping would I sneak inside for food and to heed nature’s call. Through trial and error, I figured out how to block out their intrusive emotions. After that, the feelings only came to me when I wanted them to. I could channel one of my siblings and draw their essence to me. Which was pretty friggin’ cool. However, all these experiments happened from my tree house sanctuary. There was no telling how I would handle another face to face interaction, or venturing out in public. Dread over what might happen made me stay in my tree.
My solitude ended as soon as Grams came home. The back door was flung open, and Grams stomped across the yard. Panic knotted my stomach. I couldn’t lose control in front of her. I just couldn’t.
She stopped at the bottom of the ladder and glared up at me. Through clenched teeth she hissed, “Celeste Garrett, what is the matter with you? Your sister told me you haven’t left this tree house for two days? And the neighbors called and complained that you were out here talking to yourself all hours of the day and night.” I was? Hmm, I had no idea. “Have ya lost your mind?”
Grams was clearly ticked, but I couldn’t feel it. An unintentional giggle escaped me. Just to see if I could, I concentrated and sought out her feelings. There they were! She was perturbed…and more than a little concerned. Odd, her anger was growing. Yikes! She was turning into a red hot ball of cranky! It occurred to me that the cause was probably her idiot granddaughter wordlessly staring at her with a big, dopey grin on her face. I quickly blinked and disconnected our emotional tie.
I was just enjoying the beautiful Tennessee scenery, Grams.” I smoothed my hair behind my ears and tried to look less like a raving lunatic.
“And the talkin’ to yourself?”
“Didn’t realize I was.” I giggled nervously. “But we all do that from time to time, don’t we?”
“I guess so. We don’t normally carry on entire conversations though.” Her eyes stayed narrowed. She was nowhere near convinced.
“How about if I come inside for dinner?” A risky but mandatory move.
“That would be nice.”
“Great. I’ll fold up my sleeping bag and be inside in just a minute.”
“Good.” As she walked back to the house, she muttered to herself. “Kids acting like they’re on drugs. Back in my day, you didn’t act like that. You’d wind up in some loony bin. Doesn’t think I’ll send her butt there? Darn right I will! Talking to herself! Who in their right mind talks to themself?!”
As I picked up my stuff, I braced myself for whatever would befall me inside. I stepped in the house expecting the very worst. What I found instead was Grams pulling containers out of a KFC bag, Keni setting the table, Gabe pouring four glasses of milk, and all outside emotions staying perfectly at bay.
Gabe glanced up and grinned. “Hey, she returns! Enjoy your time roughing it?”
“Yeah, it was…enlightening.” I washed my hands in the sink, then took my seat at the table.
Kendall cringed and waved her hand in front of her face. “You know, when you get in touch with nature, it’s still okay to shower.”
“Noted.” I laughed. “I’ll take care of that right after dinner.”
We dove into the delicious spread before us, and no one pried any further into my backyard shenanigans. As relieved as I was to have a handle on this, I wasn’t convinced my good luck would hold out. These were controlled circumstances. I still had no idea how I would fare around strangers. It could send me over the edge, never to
return. Unfortunately, there was only one way to find out.
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