Lie To Me

Images Dancing In My Head

Mr. Carlton smirked over at me as he sat right next to me under the tree. My body was rendered numb with fear. He stretched his hand toward me and I pulled away. He vanished almost instantly. Without my permission my hands pulled the rest of me up then my feet began moving on their own. Whoa—wha—where was I even going. My feet just kept moving until we were out of the school and headed down the road. This was beyond strange, since when did my body have a mind of its own? I tried fighting against the pull of movement but it didn’t work. My feet  obviously knew where they were going and they didn’t seem to want to stop until they got there.

I ended up walking a few blocks before stopping in front of a house. Oh no . . . not even on my own life! No! What was I even doing here . . . ?

---Cassidy’s POV---

“We’re done Cassidy.” Priscilla informed me as she dropped what I assumed was the last of them.

“Yeah and we’re gonna leave before that woman gets here.” Zane continued.

Just then the door opened. Speaking of the devil. I had hardly flashed around when I saw all of them scrambling to get through the windows. I didn’t need to get any further warning as I follow suit. Once outside they all dispersed. I sighed, sometimes they just went overboard unnecessarily. I figured they had all gone back to the house that they shared; it was a recent decision that took them out of their parents’ houses so they could enjoy life from as early as possible, so I focused on the task at hand. I needed to find Jamie—quickly.

—Jamie’s POV—

I was having one of those out of body experiences as I watched myself enter the house I had tried so desperately to get out of on that night. I couldn’t figure out why I had brought myself back here but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t stop me. It was as if my body had a mind of its own; a rather sick mind too.

Entering the house I saw that none of the furniture had been moved. It was as if everything was preserved just so it could have the chance to taunt me . . . it only made the memories more vivid. I wanted to leave but my feet wouldn’t let me. They took me into the center of the living room and almost instantly I saw a flashback of the moment he pinned me against the sofa and first started kissing me. A cold shiver ran down my spine—I didn’t want to remember that! I didn’t want to remember any of it! I shut my eyes trying to get rid of the strong image that attacked me. Why was my mind doing this to me . . . ? I staggered back as the memory got to being too much and soon my feet found the stairs and began ascending it against my better judgment.  

Each step brought back another memory as well. I could see Demetrius taking me up each stair; the cold look in his eyes as he looked at everything but me. The scowl on his face that didn’t seem as if it planned to leave anytime soon.  . . the fear that steadily rose in me as we drew closer to the door. I remembered panicking because I had no idea what to expect. The raw fear that wouldn’t let up.

Before I knew it I was in his bedroom. I definitely didn’t want to be here again . . . Of all the places my feet chose to take me here . . . how cruel . . .

My feet didn’t stop until I was next to the bed then they collapsed and I was face down on the bed. Without any warning a flood of tears suddenly rushed down. I made no attempt to stop them but instead let them fall freely as the memories consumed me. It was all so real . . . his touch . . . his voice . . .

Jamison . . .

Oh no there it was again; the voice of terror.

“No! Go away!” I begged through my sobs. I couldn’t take it. I began feeling a prickly feeling all along my skin. I turned over and saw him crawling unto the bed next to me. I curled into a ball, trying to cover as much of myself as possible. I wouldn’t let him hurt me again . . .I couldn’t.