Truth Out Of Darkness
Chapter 13
Chloe, what the hell is wrong with you?, she asked herself. Running away from Brady like that. She closed her eyes and remembered how close they were, how close they had come to kissing. It had felt so nice. But once again, unwanted memories had risen up to haunt her. Will I never get over this?
She calmed down. I better get back to Brady; I don't want to hurt him. I need to find out what he's feeling. Maybe I just misread him.
She turned to go and took one last glimpse in the mirror to check her face. She looked in her eyes and stopped. She felt like she was on the verge of remembering something crucial. Something about the attack and almost kissing Brady. So familiar…rising panic…crushing despair…hopelessness
Can't get away he's always there
Who's always there? She asked herself
Once again she stood before a door. She could barely hear voices on the other side…someone is crying softly. She turned the knob…
And was jolted out of her vision when a woman entered the restroom. Chloe stood there, trying to calm down, control her breathing. She looked at her watch and felt ice run through her veins. Once again, she had lost time. Ten minutes. She racked her memory fro some kind of clue, but to no avail. She wrapped her arms around her chest and stood shaking. Not again, this can't be happening again!
Brady! He's probably worried sick. She pulled her self together and left the restroom.
"Didn't take you very long, did it?" a harsh male voice said behind her.
Chapter 13
Chloe, what the hell is wrong with you?, she asked herself. Running away from Brady like that. She closed her eyes and remembered how close they were, how close they had come to kissing. It had felt so nice. But once again, unwanted memories had risen up to haunt her. Will I never get over this?
She calmed down. I better get back to Brady; I don't want to hurt him. I need to find out what he's feeling. Maybe I just misread him.
She turned to go and took one last glimpse in the mirror to check her face. She looked in her eyes and stopped. She felt like she was on the verge of remembering something crucial. Something about the attack and almost kissing Brady. So familiar…rising panic…crushing despair…hopelessness
Can't get away he's always there
Who's always there? She asked herself
Once again she stood before a door. She could barely hear voices on the other side…someone is crying softly. She turned the knob…
And was jolted out of her vision when a woman entered the restroom. Chloe stood there, trying to calm down, control her breathing. She looked at her watch and felt ice run through her veins. Once again, she had lost time. Ten minutes. She racked her memory fro some kind of clue, but to no avail. She wrapped her arms around her chest and stood shaking. Not again, this can't be happening again!
Brady! He's probably worried sick. She pulled her self together and left the restroom.
"Didn't take you very long, did it?" a harsh male voice said behind her.