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Chapter Eleven Eugene's Point of View
Her eyes had been greenish gray.
Eugene watched his wife as she nervously sat back down. She ate the soup in front of her heartily, but her eyes had a blank look in them that frightened him.
Sarah exploded into the room, glaring at Liam, who was sitting down. "How could you?" She demanded.
Liam blinked. "How could I what?"
"You lied to me!" Sarah glared at him, her eyes fierce. "How could you lie to me? I don't have a husband or a son!"
Sage's eyes grew moist. "What, Mother?" he asked in a strangled voice.
Sarah turned to glare at her son. "I don't even know you!"
"Sarah-" Michael got up.
"It's Joyce!" Sarah snapped at him. Eugene saw Michael gasped in horror and then he nearly jumped over the table running to her.
Michael's Point of View
"Your name is not Joyce!" He shouted at her. The entire room jumped, except Sage who had burst into tears. Liam rubbed his son's shoulder soothingly, his own eyes glistening.
"You told me that before, and I shouldn't have believed you!" Sarah yelled back at him.
"Your name is Sarah!" Michael snapped, his brown eyes angry. Sarah shook her head rapidly.
"I am Joyce! I do not have a son! And I do not have a husband!" Sarah shrieked in Michael's face. The room tensed, waiting for Michael's reaction.
Michael exhaled a deep breath and walked to the table. He calmly picked up the pitcher of tea. He inspected it, put it down, and then grabbed one of the many vases that held flowers on the tables. He took out the flowers, placing them gently on the table.
He walked back to Sarah, gazing into her eyes.
"Do you remember when you asked me if you could go to the trial?" Michael asked softly.
Sarah nodded, the anger slowly dissolving. "Yes. What about it, Mr. Dawson?"
"You said a man told you your name was Joyce." Michael watched the realization dawn on her face. He went on. "You told me you couldn't remember his name. Do you remember now?"
Sarah's eyes turned remote as she thought about it, and then they cleared. She shook her head. "I can't, I'm sorry."
Michael nodded, making disappointment glow on his face. "How did he find you?"
"He lured me to an unoccupied house." Sarah whispered. Liam and Stephanie sucked in a breath, and Sage was gazing at his mother with sorrow.
"Then what happened?"
"He hit me on the head." Sarah met Michael's eyes.
Michael gazed at Sarah, his eyes staring into hers. Her spot. . . What was her spot that would make her frozen and forced to obey?
His eyes quickly went to the sides of her face, and then he looked down at the vase in his hand. He looked back up at her. He put the vase back on the table and stalked up to her. Fear lit her eyes, but then Michael's hands went to the sides of her face, almost spitting in anger. Damn Jacob.
"What are you going to do?" Sarah managed to gasp and then she was frozen.
Michael was an expert Hypnotist, but he never liked to freeze his friends. His mind went back to his almost-killing spree in the gardens. Dam Jacob! He hissed in his mind. Sarah's having a relapse. Jacob never left her mind. He's affected her all over again. He ignored the thought that he too was have a relapse and try to kill Eugene once more. She thinks she's Joyce because Jacob is still in her head.
"I'm going to jog your memory." Michael smiled, and the room's tension spiked. Michael's hands abandoned the sides of Sarah's face.
Inwardly, Michael frowned. The spots that people had, the strangeness of the areas never ceased to make him wonder. The spot, wherever it was, was a weakness. Rapunzel's was her hair, and Michael's weak spot was his left shoulder.
Why was Sarah's the sides of her face? Why was Anna's spot her heart? Not that he had too many guesses. Anna had been hurt by her fiancé leaving. Rapunzel's hair was magical, and its powers could be corrupted. Michael had injured his shoulder after all, but why was Sarah's weak spot on the sides of her face. Why did she technically have two spots? And now that he thought about it, Candace had a peculiar spot too. Why was her spot right on her belly?
"Jog her memory?" Liam asked in a harsh tone. "What does that entail?"
Michael looked at him, and then at Sage, who was gazing around with wide eyes. "Cover Sage's eyes."
"Why?" Liam demanded.
"Do it." Michael's tone made Liam blink. Liam placed his hands over Sage's eyes, and then looked at Michael.
"You know what you're doing?"
"I've only had to do it once." Michael said in a low voice. Michael grabbed the vase, watching Sarah's blank eyes wonder the room. Rapunzel and Anna were standing close together with Nathan on Anna's right. Rapunzel gazed at Sarah, but Michael could tell Rapunzel wasn't really there.
"Do what?" The queen asked.
"It might not work. It didn't work that one time." Michael whispered to himself. The only way to get rid of Jacob's voice in Sarah's and Michael's head would be a strong blow to the person's head. There was another way, but that way was so unlikely because Jacob was nowhere to be seen.
"What will work?" Liam snapped.
Michael glanced at him. "She'll be fine." He soothed the tense room, and then walked right in front of Sarah.
"What's happening?" She pushed through her frozen lips.
"Joyce is going to go to sleep."
Michael slammed the vase across Sarah's head.
Nathan's Point of View
"What the hell?" Nathan and the room froze.
"Michael, you bastard!" Liam howled and Guy quickly grabbed Liam by the shoulders, holding him back. "How could you do that to her?"
"Don't be upset." Michael's eyes were remote. "She'll be herself for a while."
"What?" Liam cried in anger. "I'm going to murder you, Dawson!"
"Do it." Michael shrugged. "Everyone would be better off without me anyways."
He left the room, and Nathan had no clue what just happened.
Was everyone going crazy?
First Rapunzel, Sarah, and now Michael.
Ever since Azalea died, everything has just fallen apart.