Bonded (The Raegan Mason Trilogy) Read Free

gone!”  I grinned enthusiastically at her.
    She just stared at me astonished and shook her head back and forth.  “I can’t believe it.  All these months of medication and doctors and you just needed a nap on the beach!  Humf!” she scoffed.  “What do those high priced doctors know?” she mumbled to herself as she continued cooking breakfast. 
    The eggs and bacon smelled delicious.  I was starving after my walk, and swim, late last night.  I was still intrigued by the mysterious music in the water and whether it contributed to my miraculous healing.  I didn’t want to stir Aunt Sarah up with unexplainable music and the mysteries of the ocean that I experienced.  Plus I would have had to admit my slightly illegal act of skinny-dipping that went along with the experience.  I wondered if I would be brave enough to try again.  The temptation of the music was too alluring not to try, but the fear of being exposed to something, or someone, unknown was too intense.  I thought to myself, next time I will take my swimsuit.
    I ate my breakfast in deep thought.  I would have to wait until Aunt Sarah fell asleep and then slip out again just like the past months.  This time I would walk to the Rock with my swimsuit under my clothes and the anticipation for the mysterious music.  This time, I would not be afraid.  How could something so beautiful be dangerous?
    Aunt Sarah distracted my thoughts by asking, “What do you want to do today?  I’ve waited for over six months do be able to go somewhere with you and just be together.  Anywhere special you want to go?”
    I felt ashamed about dragging Aunt Sarah through this ordeal.  I could not help it or control the headaches, but I still felt responsible for imprisoning Aunt Sarah with me and my pain.  I forced a grin and said, “Anywhere you want to go is fine with me.  We both need to get out of the house and have some fun.”  I really only wanted to go to the beach again, but I didn’t think Aunt Sarah would be up for sunbathing.
    We decided on shopping.  My wardrobe was in dire need of a makeover.  I hadn’t really needed any new clothes since the accident and the headaches.  I had been able to finish my last semester of high school at home.  It helped that I took all the advanced classes and loaded myself down with extra classes during the previous 3 years.  I did miss graduation though.  I couldn’t bear the lights of the stadium or the noise.  I didn’t apply to colleges like most seniors.  I was either too sad or in too much pain.  I lost my parents in November and mourned myself into excruciating pain over the next few months.  College was not on top of my list of priorities.  Now it seemed like I had time to think about those decisions.
    Our local mall wasn’t too bad.  It was a multi-level mall with plenty of stores to choose from.  I needed to get some new clothes, and I didn’t really care where we shopped.  Aunt Sarah was always the shopper.  She could find sales like a blood hound.  We spent most of the day trying on outfits and shoes.  It seemed like Aunt Sarah would ask me how I was feeling every ten minutes.  And each time, I could actually smile and tell her I was great.
    We ate lunch at a restaurant on the bay side of the island.  It wasn’t so hot that we couldn’t sit outside.  Food tasted so good to me.  I could taste all the flavors mixed together.  You would think I’d never eaten food.  Aunt Sarah laughed as I shoved my lunch into my mouth.  “Slow down honey.  I don’t believe anyone will take your plate away soon.”
    “Sowwy,” I apologized with my mouth full, “everything tastes so good.”
    “Well you haven’t actually been eating very much for a while.  I suppose everything does taste good compared to pills and a bland diet.” Aunt Sarah pointed out the fact that everything was considered a trigger for my headaches, including foods.  I had been living on toast, oatmeal and soup.
    I had