CHAPTER 21
Right before the sun came up I tried what Stephen said. Caffeine, I mean. My mom had come and gone at some point (apparently without worrying about me) and there was still coffee in the pot. I poured a cup, noticing when I did that my formerly burned hand was all healed.
The coffee was cold, so I stuck it in the microwave until it was a reasonable temperature. I sniffed it tentatively, remembering my reaction to the milk I’d drunk. But Stephen had said it would keep me awake during the day, and even if he was a total jerk, I had to admit that he probably knew about stuff like that.
So I drank.
And then I retched. Down on my hands and knees I went, my stomach cramping as I vomited up the tiny bit of coffee I’d drunk and an entire bag’s worth of blood.
Honestly, if my mom saw that mess, she’d kill me!
And if I saw Stephen Wills, I was going to kill him. In fact, I thought, that was about the only punishment worthy of my revenge plan.
Even though I couldn’t stake the jerkwad, somehow I was going to kill Stephen Wills.
I didn’t have time to think about my plan any further, though, because the sun was coming up. I was safe in my darkened bedroom, of course, but thinking was impossible. My mind was too fuzzy, and the world was turning black.