Running Up That Hill

Monroe, Connecticut, 1971, Seven years later

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I drove Asher and I back to my parents place we live at once night fall came, he was so quiet, but my hand never left his.

I wish I could figure out what happened that night with his father and the murder of his family. Asher and I are cut from the same cloth, so many bad things have happened to us but some how the universe pushed together.

My one hand on the wheel and my other in his hand interlaced with his fingers. Asher stared out the window as the radio played quietly.

One down fall to him being my safe place, I can't use my gifts to tell how he's feeling, I hate it sometimes. My gifts normally are a lot to handle but this one time I'd let it happen so I could feel how Asher was feeling, hell even thinking.

I pulled into the gravel driveway of my parents house and I kill the engine. Asher didn't move though just stayed how he was, until he broke the silence.

"You know with seeing dead people." His blue eyes turned to me, they were so puffy from the crying he did today. "I wish I could see my mom or my sister, and just get all the answers but I can't.."

I scooted over on the bench seat of my truck to get closer to him. "I know babe." I move a curl out of his face with a soft smile. "Tomorrow is a new day, just remember how happy your mom would be to see how much you've grown."

Asher brings our intertwined hands to  his lips kissing the back of my hand. "God what did I do to get you.." he exhales with a mutter, against the skin of my hand not moving his lips.

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Once I got Asher out of the truck and head into the house. Asher stopped us as Judy ran around the corner in a white dress with a giggle. "I'm wearing it to dinner!." She disappeared up the stairs.

"No you're not!." Lorraine laughs from the office room. "I'm going to freshen up." Asher kisses my temple heading the same way Judy went.

I walk over to the office room, Ed was leaning against the desk and my mother across from him in a rocking chair with a cup of tea in her hand. I caught part of the conversation of them talking about the interviewer who came to the house today.

I leaned against the door way. Ed sighed letting his shoulders fall. "Stop blaming yourself." Lorraine mutters sipping on her tea until her eyes settled on me.

Thing have been difficult around here ever since what happened my mother, it was an exorcism they were in for a farmer and my mother saw something that made her grip onto me a little tighter.

My father blamed himself for what happened and there was no letting go of it. Ever since then they haven't picked up any new cases.

"How is he?." Lorraine ask. "You know how he is in the beginning of the month, he'll be better tomorrow." I smile. "And you?."

Like I said, she held onto me a little tighter, she was always checking on me making sure I was okay or if an episode was going to hit me. She never would tell me why or what she saw in that room that day with the exorcism.