Bound [Book #1]

They are connected by the fact that they've all died and been brought back.

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11. Eleven.

It was late afternoon when Julia bothered to talk to me. I was sitting with Graham at the kitchen table playing Go Fish. Of course, he was winning, but only because I was distracted. I narrowed my eyes at the cards in my hand when Julia sat down.

“Hey,” she said softly. “Can we talk?”

I looked at her, then at Graham, who nodded. I stood up and walked with Julia outside. She kept playing with her hands and muttering to herself, before she turned around, her violet eyes tense.'

I'm sorry,” she said quickly. “I should be more sympathetic, more understanding. After all, I was where you were once, and I was terrified. But with Terry and Graham's help, I was kept safe. I wanted to leave. I debated about it so many times, but I realized in the end that I had to stay, to fight with them.”

“I don't want to die,” I whispered. “Not again.”

Julia smiled sadly and reached out to grab my hand. “I won't let you. None of us will. We're family, Vivian. And family protect each other.”

I allowed her to take my hand, but for once I don't get any access to her memories, which bothered me more than I'd like. I don't say anything as I let her lead me further into the yard. As we walked, I thought about the first time I realized about my sexuality, and how scared I was to tell people. I wondered how Julia dealt with it, but I decided not to ask her right now.

I really hadn't done any investigating since I'd been here, so when we stopped at a swing set that was buried deep in the yard, I let out a gasp. Julia chuckled and turned.

“Sit down,” she said. “I want to talk to you about some things.”

I took a seat on the old swing and wrapped my fingers around the chains. She sat next to me and the whole set squeaked in protest from us being on it. Julia looked at me, her eyes serious, then she spoke.

“Vivian, I want to tell you something,” she said calmly.

I waited. Watched her. Then she told me the story.

“I went into the woods one day. I was playing with my friends when I lost them. I looked everywhere but couldn't find them. It was getting late and I was getting tired. There was this tree that was in the middle of everything, and it was the strangest thing. As I got closer, I noticed it wasn't a tree at all, but a thick branch, and on it was a flower. It was this pink-purple color, nothing like I'd ever seen. But it was beautiful. I was so entranced by it that I didn't hear my friends calling me.” She exhaled sharply, tears starting in her eyes. Her next words chilled me. “I didn't hear the man coming up behind me, either, until it was too late.”

I couldn't believe it. The girl sitting next to me, swinging and letting her feet dangle, the one that kissed me for the first time, was Julia Owens.

The first victim of the man who had been kidnapping girls for over a month. But that didn't make sense. Because she had known Graham longer than that. So that meant one thing.

“You had your powers already when he took you.” It wasn't a question, because somehow I knew.

She nodded slowly. “I don't remember how I died, I just assumed it was by him. I tried to get away from him, I did. But he was too strong, and he told me that if I tried anything, he'd kill me. Isn't that funny?”

“No,” I said, unaware of the tears building in my own eyes. “Julia, he's kidnapped other girls. Where did he take you?”

“I don't know,” she whimpered. “I shut a lot of memories out after that. Even my therapist couldn't access them during a hypnotizing session.”

Hypnotizing? Like Graham suggested for me.

But why?

I took a breath, trying to calm myself. My mind was racing, coming up with all sorts of conclusions. But one I knew to be real, and it terrified me.

Graham didn't just find any of us on accident.

He had known exactly when and where we would die.

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