|My Invisible Secret
Author: Writerandreader PM
Ghosts were supposed to be invisible, unaware to the human eye. But things take a twist for Jesse. She just wanted a normal life after moving with her mother. She meets Nick and realizes everything isn't quite what it seems. It doesn't take long, and much, for her to fall for him, realizing that she can't leave him no matter how hard she tries.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Supernatural - Chapters: 10 - Words: 9,680 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 03-26-13 - Published: 12-14-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3082928
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"This house has the best view of the lake. Course there's only two houses facing it on this side." The Real Estate man said, staring out the large glass windows. His name was something old. Something old and boring. I didn't care enough to have remembered it.
I followed mom into the living room hesitantly. She may have wanted the house but I didn't. I didn't want to move from Florida up north so far. Up here, they had snow.
"Why did the previous owners move from this house?" Mom asked.
"The neighbors weren't exactly... friendly."
"What do you mean?" Mom asked, curiosity strong in her voice.
"It's a very long story. I don't have much time for it actually. I have to get going. I'm showing another house in an hour and I must be there early. I'm very sorry." The man gathered up his things quickly, showing off how nervous he truly was.
I rolled my eyes. He was an awful liar.
"Thank you for showing us the house." Mom said, looking back out the large windows that covered up one of the walls in the living room.
"Of course, ma'am. If you need anything... call me." He said before dashing out the door.
I sat down on the couch, one of the few items that was brought early for us. "I really hope that guy doesn't come back."
"Jesse, don't hate him because you hate the move."
"Well he's selling the house to us. If we wouldn't have found a place, we'd still be back home." I said, frowning.
"No, we'd have bought an apartment until we found a house."
"Come on, mom. Why? Why did we have to move here?"
"We needed to get away. You know that." She still wouldn't tell me why we had moved. I assumed it was because she wanted to get away from my father and his nineteen year old girlfriend. She would have denied it if I'd even asked her, so I didn't.
"That's called a vacation, mom. Not moving a million miles into the Arctic." I said bitterly. I hated this move. I hated that I was in one of the worst places ever, living around absolutely no one.
"We're not in the Arctic, Jesse. Do you see any snow?" Mom said, matching my bitterness.
"Not yet. But I'm sure I will tomorrow."
Mom sighed and walked towards the steps, her heels making loud noises as they hit the hardwood floor. "I'm going to unpack. If you'd like to help-"
"I'm going out." I said, pulling my coat on.
"Sweetheart, we've only been here a little bit. What if you get lost and I can't find you?" She asked, looking back at me. Her dark hair fell in her face as she looked at me. It made her look younger than she was.
"I think I'll be fine." I said, walking out the front door. I didn't care if mom was worried or if she was even watching me as I left. I just wanted to get away.