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when Irene wanted her to promise not to do something, she knew it was a waste of time to fight her over it.
    “Fine,” Lexi said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. “I promise not to jump from the rock again. Now can we discuss what had happened to me?”
    “Yes. Oh, darn. I got another call on the line.” Irene placed Lexi on hold for a minute before picking up her line. “I have to explain a procedure to an intern. We’ll talk after I get back from work.”
    The line went dead. Lexi stared at the cell phone in her hand, blinking several times. She couldn’t believe Irene hung up on her. She debated going to the hospital and talking to Irene, but a couple of doctors and nurses saw her the other day and would know her appearance had changed.
    Double dammit. She slammed her cell phone on the counter. Irene gave her no choice. She had to wait until Irene got home to tell her about transforming.
    Her cell phone buzzed and she answered it right away. “I’m so glad you called back. We have to talk now. It’s life or death.”
    “What are you talking about?” Angie asked.
    “Oh, it’s you,” Lexi said, her shoulders sagging forward.
    “Thanks a lot.” Angie huffed. “I gather you hadn’t spoken to your aunt yet about changing?”
    “No. I have to wait until she gets off work. That’s if she doesn’t rush back as soon as she arrives home.” Lexi leaned against the kitchen table wondering if today will be another sixteen hour work day for Irene. The longest she seen Irene the past week had been a couple of hours at the most.
    “You can come to school and talk to Tyler,” Angie offered. “Then you don’t have to worry about getting hold of your aunt.”
    “I already told you—” Lexi’s muscles clenched when she noticed something moved outside her kitchen window. “I-I think someone is outside my house,” she said, slowly walking toward the sink and leaning over it to look out the window.
    The morning fog obscured her view. There appeared to be someone standing by a small tree in her front yard. Her mouth went dry and breathing slowed. Maybe her instincts had been correct and Tyler knew she had changed and told someone who couldn’t handle her being different. Now they came to kill her?
    Her head jerked toward the living room when the wood floor creaked. Someone was inside her house. Scenes from different episodes of Stalked on the ID channel flooded her mind, all of them ending extremely badly for the poor unsuspecting girl.
    “I have to go, someone’s inside my house,” Lexi whispered into the cell phone microphone.
    “Meet me at school,” Angie said, her voice shaking. “S-so I-I know you’re safe.”
    Lexi hung up her cell phone and slid it into her back pocket while backing up toward the kitchen door. All the while she kept an eye on the opening to the living room, hoping and praying no one would appear.
    Carefully she stepped into one of her hiking boots sitting next to the door with caked on mud from hiking in the woods the other day. Then she stepped into the next boot. Not once did anyone appear in the doorway, but she could hear the floor creaking as if they shifted their weight from one leg to the other.
    Quietly she removed her car keys from her backpack front pocket. Slid the backpack strap on her shoulder and turned the door knob. The floor stopped creaking and she had a bad feeling they were preparing to do something to her. She tore open the door and rushed outside without looking back.
    The fog appeared thicker than a few minutes earlier and made it difficult to see past the two tall bushes on the side of her house, but from what she saw, the coast was clear.
    It took her a few seconds to rush down the small paved path to her black 1970 Chevelle, or “Black Beauty,” as her father had called it.
    Then she slipped into the driver’s seat, gripped the steering wheel and turned the key in the ignition. The eight cylinder engine came to life, purring with a deep rumbling