five

I sat up straight, like someone had replaced my spine with a metal post. I’d thought Darkness was responsible for all the madness of the night before. Since he was so free today, it made sense, but maybe he wasn’t … “Think a Taker might’ve taken me over last night?” I asked.

Jack smiled for the first time I could remember. I was so surprised, it put me even further on edge. “Not possible.”

“Why not?” I gestured in the general direction of the jail. “Isn’t this the exact kind of thing you said Takers could do?”

“Yes, and a Taker could be partly at fault … but this has to do with your own inner demons.” Jack scratched his chin and took a long drink of his Coke. “It’s impossible for a Taker to take over a Watcher. Just doesn’t happen.”

“Fine … ” I nodded, extremely uncomfortable with his choice of the words inner demons, especially because today Darkness had been much more of an outer demon than anything. “What do you mean, ‘partly at fault’?”

“From what I’ve seen, this other part of you hasn’t gotten this kind of free rein before, right?”

I swallowed hard and shook my head. Even though Darkness was silent, it was like I could feel him listening. Yeah … he was definitely more present and free than he’d ever been.

And he wanted it to stay this way.

“Something backfires when a Taker and Watcher make eye contact and then go to sleep.” Jack shrugged and his eyes got a little distant. “I’ve never experienced it, since I spend a lot of time avoiding Takers. Basically, I hear that you both get trapped in some kind of dark emptiness for the night … and, in cases like yours, your other side gets full control.”

“Yes! That’s what happened.” I shuddered, remembering the inky suffocation. “It was so heavy I could barely breathe.”

Jack’s mouth pressed into a thin line, his expression grim at best. “I’d hoped you’d just lost control. Who is the Taker?”

“I don’t know him, but his name is Cooper.” I tried to remember anything that could help identify the guy, but he’d been pretty average in every respect. “He was with someone from my school. That’s all I really know.”

“You feel better?” Jack stood and dropped some cash on the table. “We’ve got to go.”

I was much improved, but confused about the sudden rush. “Where? I still have questions.”

“I know. Do you think your mom would mind if I stayed at your place for a while?” Jack started toward the door and didn’t even check to make sure I was following him.

“No. She’ll probably be happy that I know more people than just Finn and Addie.”

Jack hesitated, throwing a wadded-up paper from his pocket into the garbage. “She might recognize me.”

I remembered back in the hospital, when Jack had first introduced himself to Addie and me. My mom had looked at him funny even then. “How does she know you?”

“Your dad wanted to make sure you both were okay.” Jack stared at the garbage can, his brown hair swinging forward a bit, then pivoted toward the door. “Before we discovered whether or not you were a Watcher, entering your dreams was too risky. We couldn’t know what type of Night Walker you might be … and you’ve seen firsthand how bad it can suck getting stuck with a Taker. So I watched your mom’s dreams off and on … asked her some questions occasionally.”

“Weird.”

“Tell me about it.”

We reached the door, but I stopped as something occurred to me. “Why do you want to stay with us?”

“If there’s a Taker in town, there’s only one reason for it that I can think of.” Jack pushed the door open. We walked out into the bright sunshine, but his words sent the chill of deep night through my body. “He’s here for you—or your mom.”

Jack didn’t need to explain why my other questions had to wait. We ran to our cars and drove back to Oakville. Even if Cooper hadn’t known I was a Watcher when we met last night in the parking lot, he sure knew now after being in that suffocating dream with me. And Thor only had to look through Oakville High’s student directory to find out where I lived … where Mom lived.

The four-hour drive felt like the longest in my life. Darkness was strangely silent and subdued. I only knew he was still very present because every few minutes I had extremely violent thoughts and urges against Thor, Cooper … and, still, Jack.

I shuddered and turned the radio up, trying to switch my focus to anything else. My phone took a couple of minutes to power on once I’d plugged it in to the charger. At the first stoplight, I responded to numerous texts and two voicemails from Finn with a quick I’m fine, just busy. Call me when your plane lands tomorrow. And I called Mom six times with no answer. She was a realtor—she never went that long without answering her phone.

“We should kill him,” Darkness muttered from the passenger seat. When I glanced over and met the icy hatred in my own eyes, I cringed. His words, spoken so clearly in my voice, sent a cold chill through me that no amount of heat could melt away. “Kill Cooper and maybe even kill Jack. Kill everyone who gets in the way.”

Ignoring every word from Darkness, I focused hard on the part of me that was nothing like him. The part that cared only about those I loved. On that side, two thoughts rampaged through my head with every car I sped past on the way home.

First: Mom had to be okay. The Taker had found out about us because of me, because I was stupid and didn’t want to watch Mom’s nightmares again. I’d never forgive myself if she’d been hurt because of it. I’d do anything to keep the people I loved safe; I’d been willing to run away to prove that, back before the fire. I wouldn’t hesitate to do it again if the Taker would chase me and leave her alone.

Second: did Dad feel like this when he’d run to keep us safe? If Jack was telling the truth, then we were facing the same enemy now. If so, for the first time in years, I felt like I could understand—that I might be able to forgive him.

By the time I pulled into the driveway, with Jack’s green VW right behind me, I was in a full-on panic. My palms were so clammy it was hard to hold on to the steering wheel even when I gripped it so tight my knuckles ached. The radio had been blasting the entire drive, but the thrumming in my ears was so loud I couldn’t name a single song that played. It wasn’t quite five o’clock yet, but Mom’s car was home already. Climbing out of my car, I pressed my hand to the metal of her car hood. It was cool—she’d been home awhile. That alone made my hair stand on end. My mom worked hard, long hours and only took time off when she was sicker than sick … or when I needed something.

I bolted toward the back door, but Jack caught my shoulder with a quick shake of his head before I could go crashing in. When I turned back to face him, I saw Darkness standing by the car, fists clenched tight by his sides and madness in his eyes. Seeing my darkest thoughts and desires played out on his face—my face—was really messing me up.

Jack walked around me and placed one steady hand on the knob. He turned it and silently opened the door. Music played, some of Mom’s oldies, but I still felt on edge until I heard her laugh coming down the hall. Jack’s shoulders relaxed, but he crept through the kitchen without a sound. I stuck close behind him; Darkness followed us like a shadow.

When we turned into the doorway of the living room, I saw Mom and Mr. Nelson dancing far closer than I’d ever wanted to witness. Intense relief tainted by a bit of revulsion smacked me across the face, and Darkness and I groaned in unison. When I gave him a startled look, he frowned and faded back into the shadows. Mom and my physics teacher spun to face us and Mom wiggled out of Mr. Nelson’s arms, stepping awkwardly to one side.

“Hi, Parker.” Her smile was half-apologetic, half-embarrassed, and she seemed to be looking at everything in the room but me. “I didn’t realize you’d come home.”

“Obviously,” I muttered, watching Mr. Nelson smile, then frown, then put his hands in his pockets, then pull them out again. I decided to cut them some slack and let it blow over. At least Mom was okay. “Hi, Mr. Nelson.”

“I already told you, Parker … ” Mr. Nelson stuck the smile back on his face, but it fell again when his gaze settled on me. He leaned his head to one side with a slightly confused expression. “When we’re not at school, you can call me Tom.”

“Right—Tom—I’ll work on it.” I didn’t mind the guy. There were definitely worse men my mom could be dating. I guess that would have to be enough for now. Turning back to Mom, I waved my hand for Jack to step forward, but she’d started looking at me odd, too. Then she gasped and rushed over.

“What happened to your face?” She stood on tiptoe and grabbed my chin, pulling it down so she could inspect the scratches I’d gotten from Thor in the parking lot, which ran up my left cheek, and the ugly black eye on the right side of my face. I’d almost forgotten about that. At least my mind found an explanation easy enough.

“It’s nothing, Mom.” I gently pushed her hands down and looked over her shoulder at Mr. Nelson. He was frowning and looked almost—angry? What was that about? “I was at the mall last night and some guys felt like having a chat about the school fire.”

Unfortunately, this wasn’t the first time I’d come home with a black eye. Some of the guys at school were pretty angry about Jeff’s death. It was even worse because I’d dragged Mia and Finn out of the fire in time to save them, but I hadn’t saved Jeff. Top that off with the fact that I’d blamed the whole thing on Jeff and yeah, they were angry and pretty vocal about it.

And by vocal, I mean they liked to talk a lot.

And by talk a lot, I mean they pinned me against a wall and punched me until I wasn’t able to form words to disagree with them anymore.

“I thought you said that was over.” Mom shook her head. “I’ll go in Monday and talk to Principal Lint.”

“No, it’s just because Finn’s out of town. He’ll be back tomorrow. They’re not as willing to attack when you travel in packs.” Not exactly true. Finn had come home with a couple of black eyes himself, but Mom didn’t have to know that. I smiled, but with the swelling in my eye only one side went up like normal. Mom clucked her tongue and I shifted my weight a bit, angling my body so my eye wasn’t as obvious.

“Speaking of packs.” I gestured behind me toward the one person in the room who I still didn’t have a clue what to make of. “This is Jack. He’s new at school. I wondered if he could hang out here for a couple days.”

Jack stepped around me and smiled, extending his hand to Mom. She turned her attention to him but the more she stared, the more confused she looked. I stepped in to block her view and hooked my arm around her shoulder, breaking the spell as Jack turned and shook Mr. Nelson’s hand.

“His parents are spending the weekend visiting a relative. He didn’t want to go, but they weren’t thrilled with the idea of him being home alone,” I whispered in her ear. “Besides, I’m bored with Finn gone. You don’t mind, do you?”

She looked up at me and shook her head. “No, that’s fine. I think I’ve seen him around the school before. He looks familiar. Was he on the soccer team?”

“No, but he came to our last game, I think.”

Mom winced. She knew firsthand how badly the championship had gone, and she also knew I didn’t like to talk about it. She gave me a sympathetic squeeze, then scrunched up her nose and whispered. “You smell terrible, Parker. Did you take a run and not shower? Go clean up before anything else. I’ll grab you some ibuprofen for your eye, okay?”

After the night I’d had, I was glad she thought I just smelled “terrible” and not, as my friendly neighborhood cellmate had described it, “more alcohol than human.” Showering had been at the top of my agenda anyway. “Deal.”

“I’m making dinner.” Mom handed me the medicine and turned toward the kitchen. “Have you boys eaten yet?”

“Nope.” I followed my mom into the kitchen as Jack jogged out the back door. He came back in with a backpack as I was checking out the delicious-looking roast in the oven. I tugged on his backpack strap, and he followed me toward my room as I shouted over my shoulder to my mom, “How long until dinner?”

“Go ahead and get settled.” She waved us away. “About forty-five minutes. I’ll call when it’s done.”

“Sounds good.” I smiled and felt another intense surge of relief when she smiled back without even the slightest bit of suspicion or worry on her face. For the first time in a long time, she looked genuinely happy. She deserved to stay that way, and I’d do my best to make sure she could. “Thanks, Mom.”