The Healer: A Young Adult Romantic Fantasy (The Healer Series Book 1) (16 page)

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I could feel the anger inside me building.

“Why didn’t you call me the moment you realized what was going on?” I asked as calmly as I could.

“My staff is very capable of handling this situation.”

“You should have called me. Your staff has no idea how to help him.” I knew my voice was beginning to rise, but I couldn’t seem to control it.

“Let them do their job, Hope.” His voice was much more controlled than mine. “Everyone on my staff has had the proper training. They know what they’re doing.”

“Really? Their training trumps what I’m capable of?” I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation.

“I’m not going to call you out of school every time a patient might benefit from your abilities.”

“A patient? Are you serious, Dad? This isn’t just any patient we’re talking about here, it’s Kirby. It’s a boy I’ve been trying to heal for months and months now. I know his background, his favorite color, how much he loves chili dogs, and Scooby Doo reruns, and how much he wants to visit Disneyland before he dies.” I was yelling, but I couldn’t stop. It was like all of the stress from the day was boiling over into this one moment of release, and I was using it to emotionally vomit all over my father. “I know every detail about his medical history, the way he responds to treatments, the way his body functions. I’m trying to keep him alive as long as possible, and you’re worried about calling me out of school early?”

“I just want your life to be normal!” He was finally beginning to lose his cool. “I’m tired of watching you worry. I’m tired of seeing you so wound up all the time. You’ve been showing signs of exhaustion for months now, and I hate that I can’t help you, but most of all I’m tired of watching you heal everyone but yourself.”

I stared at him in stunned silence. When I finally found my voice I realized I had no idea what to say.

“You need to forgive yourself for what happened to your mother and move on. This world, with all of its problems and everyone else’s baggage, is too much for your young shoulders to carry.”

Tears slid down my cheeks, but I refused to respond to my father’s attempts at psychoanalyzing me. There was nothing wrong with the way I lived my life. There was nothing wrong with wanting to help people, to save people. If I wanted to make it my mission in life to heal everyone I possibly could then that was my choice and a darn good one. All that mattered right now was Kirby’s health.

“I want to see Kirby as soon as possible.”

It wasn’t the response my father had been hoping for, but he didn’t seem surprised.

“You can see him as soon as we finish discussing why you’re here. You don’t even work today. Is school so boring that all you can think about is cleaning out hospital rooms?” He was trying to lighten the mood, but I was still upset about Kirby and the fact that he hadn’t called me.

“You never cut school. What happened? Did you have another hallucination?”

“No, Dad. I didn’t have another hallucination.” I took a deep breath and tried to cover how ill at ease I felt. “Some weird stuff just happened at school today, and I wanted to talk to Kirby about it.”

“Talk to Kirby,” he repeated. “Some weird stuff happened at school today, and you wanted to run it by the ten-year-old?”

“Dad…”

“When I saw your face in the elevator it was clear you were worried and possibly scared about something. If you want to talk to Kirby about it then fine, but you
will
tell me first.”

My plan to hide the day’s events from my father had tanked big time. I’m not sure why I thought it would even be possible. I’d never been good at hiding things from him. Of course, up to this point I’d never really had a reason to. My father continued looking at me expectantly, and since both of us knew how difficult it was for me to lie in a convincing manner, I decided to just dive right in and tell him everything.

“There are two new guys at school. They claim to be cousins, and I have a class with each of them.”

My dad studied me, clearly puzzled.

“Please tell me this subject isn’t going to turn into you being interested in both of them and not being able to choose between the two.”

“What? No! Geez, Dad, just let me finish here.” I almost laughed at how relieved he looked. That is, until I remembered what I had to tell him.

“I don’t know how else to say this so I’ll just rip the Band-Aid off real fast. They know about my ability to heal. They know what I’m capable of.” I spoke lightly, hoping it might lessen the severity of my news.

My father sat back in his chair, never taking his eyes off me. “What do you mean? What…” He licked his lips. “They know you can heal people?”

“Yes.” I let the word hang in the air between us. I wasn’t sure what my father would do with this bit of information. I mean, we’d talked about possible contingency plans if anyone ever found out, but we had never really made a solid plan.

“Okay, from the beginning. I need you to tell me everything. Don’t leave a single thing out.”

I did as I was told. I started from the very first moment I walked into the school building. I described to him the panic I felt at being able to connect, instantaneously, to everyone’s life force. I told him about Tie and the unusual things he’d said to me during mythology. Then, I went right into my class with Victor and my reasons for suspecting he wasn’t who he pretended to be.

By the time I finished describing the cafeteria scene and the alone time I’d spent with Tie in the nurse’s station, my father was gripping his fountain pen so hard his knuckles were beginning to turn white. He was probably ready to snatch me up and bolt for the door in the same way that I’d been ready to escape that stupid cafeteria. I was glad I hadn’t shared with him the strange waking dreams I’d been having.

My father sat in silence for some time. I waited, knowing he needed to work it all out in his head. He finally looked up at me and gave me a grim smile.

“I was always afraid something like this might happen, but I thought it would come in the form of some government agent or a journalist following up on a lead from a patient you healed.” My father shook his head looking troubled. “This doesn’t make any sense. I was led to believe you would be the only person able to heal yourself and others. I’m completely unsure about what is really going on here.”

“You knew I would have healing powers?” I nearly jumped out of my seat with this alarming revelation. He seemed to realize his slip because he closed his eyes and swore under his breath.

“There are details surrounding your birth that your mother and I decided to keep to ourselves.”

“You weren’t going to tell me?”

“Not unless it became absolutely necessary.”

“Something tells me we’ve arrived at that particular juncture.”

He let out a frustrated sigh and shook his head.

“I can’t go into it right now. I’m hoping this isn’t what I think it is, and that we’ll have more time to figure out who Victor and Tie are.”

I was nearly choking on my own curiosity and outrage at the idea that my father had been keeping important information from me, but I knew better than to push him when it came to my powers. I’d have to patiently wait for an explanation that I most definitely deserved to hear.

“Maybe Tie and Victor are government agents,” I offered.

“How could government agents pass for high school kids? College kids, maybe, but not high school, and you said Tie is capable of healing himself without your help. What if he can not only heal himself, but other people as well? What if he and Victor have been sent here to find other people who are just like them?” He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.

I considered the possibility for a moment.

“That might not be so bad. If there are other people who are capable of doing what I can do, then I want to know who they are and why we share the same gift.”

“Tie and Victor have gone to great lengths to find out if you really can heal people. If their intentions are honorable, why the charade? Why this cat and mouse game?” I shook my head, knowing I didn’t have any answers that would make this situation seem less alarming.

“Look, we don’t need to freak out about this just yet, okay?”

My father started to laugh and rubbed his eyes more vigorously.

“No, I’m serious. Tie and Victor aren’t positive I’m the person they’re looking for.”
So glad I didn’t tell him about my intended slip-up in front of Tie.
“If they were certain I could heal people, they never would’ve staged that fight. I don’t know much about Tie, but he doesn’t seem like the type of guy who would let someone nail him in the face like that. They need proof, and as long as they don’t have it, there’s nothing they can do.”

My father shook his head, already disagreeing with me.

“The fact that these two guys are actually manipulating events to bring about a situation where you’d feel compelled to heal them is worrisome. It’s bad enough they suspect you, and how do they know about your compulsive need to always fix things that are broken? What made them think you’d heal Tie right then and there in front of everyone?”

I didn’t like where this conversation was headed. My father’s line of thinking was most likely leading him toward a moving van and an unknown destination where no one would be able to find us.

“Maybe they
do
know me, Dad,” I said hesitantly.

“How? Do you think they’ve been watching you for a while now?”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” I would need to be careful about how I worded my next sentence. “I feel like I’ve seen Tie before. Even Victor seems slightly familiar to me.”

“How is that possible?”

“I think we might have known each other when we were kids. Maybe I healed them when we were playing together, and they somehow remembered it.” I doubted it, but I couldn’t tell my dad about the out-of-body experiences I’d had or that Tie had shown up in one of them. It scared me to think that his claims of knowing me were spot on. I mean, how could I have no memories of Tie? How could I possibly forget someone like him? “All I’m saying is we have no idea who they really are or what their intentions are, and as long as they have doubts about who I really am then that buys us some time.”

My father’s look was grim. I could tell he saw the logic in what I was saying, but he didn’t like it.

“I’m not sure I want us to wait around wondering if this is simply going to disappear. We have to figure out who these boys are. More importantly, we need to figure out what they want with you.”

“Agreed,” I said quickly. “I’ll do my absolute best to get to know them at school.” I cringed inwardly at how happy the thought made me feel. I wasn’t supposed to like either one of them.

“That’s not necessary. I’ll figure out who they are, and you’ll avoid them like you would a fatal disease.” It wasn’t a request. “If you spend too much time with these two they may find another way to trick you into revealing yourself. That can’t happen, Hope. We need to know who they are first.”

I nodded, even though I knew avoiding them would make me look more suspicious in the long run. I was going to have to acknowledge them at the very least. Plus, the thought of never speaking with Tie again depressed me. Clearly, there was something wrong with me.

“Is it okay if I go see Kirby now?”

My father didn’t say anything. I could tell he was torn between allowing me to heal Kirby and actually putting his foot down in the name of normalcy.

“I’ll help him faster than any antibiotics you could possibly give him, and you know it.”

He nodded his assent, running his fingers through his hair in mild frustration. I stood up and quickly headed for the door before he could change his mind. A thought occurred to me, and I stopped just before the door and turned around.

“Dad, why did you end up coming back to work today? You told me you were sick.” I returned to stand in front of his desk. His eyebrows narrowed. “I never said I was sick.”

“You don’t remember? This morning you told me you weren’t feeling well. You even asked me to heal you, which I thought was strange because the only time you’ve ever asked me to do that was when you had food poisoning from that weird taco joint we ate at during one of our vacations.”

My father’s baffled look was beginning to make me feel nervous.

“Hope, didn’t you get my note? I was already at the hospital by the time you woke up.”

“I read the note, but right after that I heard a noise from the living room. I went to check it out, and when I turned around you were right behind me. You scared me to death. Then you told me you weren’t feeling well and asked me to heal you. You seemed a little different, and I….” my voice trailed off. The look of alarm on my father’s face was enough to make me break out into a cold sweat. “You weren’t at the house this morning, were you?” I whispered my question. It seemed less scary.

“No.” He stood up and walked around his desk. He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. “Your pupils are dilated, and you feel a little warm. Do you think you had another hallucination?”

He tried questioning me like a doctor instead of a concerned father, but his attempt at being impartial and detached was failing miserably. His hands and voice trembled a bit. Knowing my father’s tendency to lean towards the extreme side of overprotectiveness, I figured he was fighting the urge to hospitalize me and run as many tests on me as he possibly could.

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