Chapter 7; Recovery

“Let’s go home and remember not to tell anything to the police. If they mention that you called before about him, then you can just say it was a misunderstanding,” I smiled and began walking back. I noticed that Charlie wasn’t by me and I turned to him. “Coming?”

“That’s a stupid story to tell the cops, Veronica,” he said. “But it will due, or we could just make up a better one if they ask more in depth. I’ll think of a good one.”

“Until then let us go home and finish eating that chicken parmesan.” We walked through the woods and back to the car in about a half hour. We pulled away from the forest and drove down the road surrounded by the bright green fields. In the distance there was a family of deer grazing. How peaceful. As we entered town we passed Sawyer’s house and I thought about Trish. What would she do? I guess that she’d just have to wait until the story comes on the news. If she starts any Arts of Death then she’ll have to deal with the police herself.

We kept driving until we reached our home and then Charlie rubbed my shoulder. “Are you okay?” I nodded, and then I realized that we haven’t spoken the whole car drive. I must have been lost in thought the whole time. We reached the house and Charlie started telling me of his heroic deeds he did while I was in The Forest with Sawyer. I was more then happy to hear them, now that I knew we were safe. Thank the Lord for the guidance given to Charlie.