The Haunted Love

Chapter 8

She quietly slid her way into the room. It was dark and eerily quiet which was odd for him. She made her way over to the sofa, finding it empty. “Clayton?” She whispered to the room. Suddenly a pair of hands rolled its way around her and yanked her back. It startled her just enough to cause her to force the owner back into the wall hard and twist their arm backwards.

They let out a groan of pain as she pulled her gun from its holster and pointed it towards them. Suddenly the light switch clicked on, Clayton came visible as his arm was cross his chest. He flinched towards the pain as Sabrina instantly went to his side, quickly holstering her gun back. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. You should of said something.” She softly took his sore arm and pulled up his red sweater sleeve to examine it.

“You did it in self-defense.” He replied. “I should be the one apologizing.”

“Come over to the couch.” She said, pulling him to it and taking a seat. Didn’t seem like she broke anything but it definitely hurt from how Clayton was reacting to her handling it. “It is more like an Indian burn. Does it feel broken?”

He sensed the worry in her voice as he shook his head. He twisted it around a bit and rotated his wrist. “Wrist is a little tender. Feels fine otherwise.” Sabrina got up and skimmed through the contents around the room. There was a first aid kit on top of a few books. She took it down and dug around inside until she found a roll of bandages. She then proceeded to carefully wrap it around Clayton’s wrist until it was covered well enough.

He rolled it in his other hand, a discouraged expression on his face. “You realize Peter will notice this.” Sabrina was putting the remaining bandages away as he said that.

“Well I just met Dipper initially before I got here.” She commented, turning to lean on the desk. “And also, Waddles knows I’m here.”

Clayton rose from the couch, starting to pace around with an inquisitive look. He stopped suddenly to look towards the now open door. “Dipper?” Sabrina had watched his nephew quietly appear in the doorway from her point.

“What are you two doing?” He rubbed at his eye before meeting the gaze of his great uncle.

“Shut the door, boy.” Clayton snapped. Dipper did just that, pushing it shut. Clayton then proceeded to kneel for him. “Dipper, I heard you met Sabrina.”

Dipper nodded. “Yeah.” He started to rub the side of his head as if embarrassed. “I thought she was something from the journals.”

His eyes glanced over to her for a second, returning back to his nephew. “Does she look like something I’d research?”

“Well no. But Great Uncle Clayton – I didn’t know. That’s just-” Clayton put his bandaged hand on his shoulder.

“Dipper, look at me. Sabrina is important to me. I don’t want you to tell Peter or your sister about her, alright?” He pushed.

Dipper looked down at his socks before meeting Clayton’s eyes again. “Sure, Great Uncle Clayton.”

Clayton smiled. “Good boy. Head back to bed please.”

Dipper nodded, glancing over to Sabrina before closing the door behind him. He rose back to his feet as his attention went back to Sabrina. “He already promised me. And he promised you about the rift too.” Sabrina straightened herself. “Think we are putting too much pressure on him?”

Clayton just sighed, looking down at his bandaged hand. “I’m not sure.” He forced it into a fist.

Sabrina walked up to him, grabbing his fist. He let it loosen once she was caressing it. “There’s a reason I came up here for. And you’re not going to like it.” She spoke softly, almost as to ease him. “Bill visited me in a dream. He wants to possess me to get to you.”

“What?” Clayton’s eyes widened. “He’s not with you right now, is he?”

Sabrina shook her head. “Pretty sure we are clear.” Clayton let out a deep sigh of relief, his grip tightening on her hand. They just started getting more physical so she wasn’t sure if this was a sign of relief or fear. How hard he was pushing though, it might have been fear.

He suddenly grabbed her other hand and held them close tightly. “Sabrina, promise me you won’t let him in. That was the worst mistake of my life. I can’t bring back those years.”

She saw herself in his glasses, thinking what it’d be like to have yellow eyes. She couldn’t quite promise him though, being that Bill would find a way. He always does. It was apart of his nature to manipulate his victims. No matter what it would take. All she could imagine was one of them would be the reason. Clayton had more people to lose though.

She slid one of her hands out of his and planted it on his cheek. “I promise.” She replied.