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She glanced at me then back down, using her long fingers to play with one of her braids. I noticed she wore a clean white V-neck tee and a pair of black sweatpants. Then she shook her head.
“Why not?” I asked gently.
She was quiet, and didn’t respond.
“Do you want me to call them for you?” I pushed.
She shook her head. “That’s probably not a good idea.”
I put my hand over hers, and she started at first, but relaxed.
“How old are you?” I asked.
She pierced me with sad brown eyes. “Seventeen.”
“Oh, my gosh. You’re so wise and tough. I thought you were in your twenties.”
“Nope. I’m still in high school. Or I was until…”
“How did they get you?” I asked.
She looked down at her fingers. “I was playing basketball at the local park. I stayed after everyone left, trying to perfect my free throw. One of the assholes approached me, started talking to me.”
“Deon?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yeah. I thought he was cute. He invited me back to his house to party. I got in that stupid van…”
“Say no more.” I squeezed her hand.
She lifted scared eyes to mine. “Nera, why did those guys explode to like that? How come Deon didn’t die when you set him on fire? Why did he bite Janelle’s neck?”
Dammit. I hated vampires but I really wished I access to one to make her forget. They had this weird magical property in their gaze that basically hypnotized humans into believing whatever you told them. But Leticia seemed too smart for that.
“Do you believe in vampires?” I blurted.
Her eyes went big. “What? No.” Then, she laughed humorlessly.
“Well, you should. That’s why they turned to ash when they died. That’s why Deon healed enough to get away. I’m sorry, but they’re real. I believe they snatch girls to sell them to higher powered vampires for blood whores.” And sex slaves, but I left that out.
“What!”
I resisted the urge to tell her we were surrounded by werewolves and that I was a witch, as I felt that would be too much for her.
“I can make you forget, if you want. Vampires can do that, hypnotize you to forget. Psycho knows a few who can help you. You’d forget they even existed.”
She stared at me in horror. “Hypnotize me to forget?” She shook her head. “No. Hell no. That’s weird.”
“Okay. Well, tell me why you won’t call your family.”
“My mom… we aren’t on the best terms. She probably doesn’t even care that I’ve been missing for a month.”
“I promise you she cares,” I said. I picked up the phone. “What’s her number?”
She chewed her plump bottom lip and looked scared, but I squeezed her hand. “Please. Let’s get you home.” I handed her the phone, and she slowly dialed, then put it on speaker, setting it down.
“Hello?” a female answered.
“Mommy?”
