Tangled

Chapter 166

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166 Lisa: Fevers and Dreams

LISA

How long has it been?

A few days?

Weeks?

The sun should keep me oriented, but a fever gets me the first night I'm there.

The girl, Marisol, comes by every so often. Always with food. A few times with bowls filled with some noxious liquid that has my nostrils trying to close, avoiding the smell coming from within. She's expressionless as she shoves it down my throat, and I'm too weak to fight her off.

It's medicine, I think.

I think that because I slowly get better after the third bowl,

In between moments of lucidity, I dream.

Normal life. Home. Mom and Dad.

Working with Ava at Beaniverse.

Flirting with that cute guy who accidentally wandered into our professor's Eng Lit class instead of some sort of philosophy class

two doors down.

Cozy, happy dreams, of a place far from here..

An escape from the reality that chains me.

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At some point the dreams turn from happy comfort to something uneasy and dark.

Sunshine warms my face as Ava and I relax at our favorite cafe,

sipping lattes and chatting. For a moment, the world feels right again, like I'm back where I belong

But then the shadows come

dark tendrils snaking across the ground. I try to warn Ava, but my voice won't work. She

behind her.

for Ava, engulfing her, dragging her away as she kicks

plane, Ava beside me. She's gripping the armrests, making a joke about the turbulence. I reach for her hand to comfort her, but the plane lurches, throwing us forward. Oxygen Ava's screaming. I'm screaming. The world outside the windows is a

Impact.

Pain sears. Ava's hand.

each more horrific than the last. Ava, drowning in a sea of blood. Ava, burning

55000

unseen monsters. And always, I'm helpless to

watch as she suffers.

can't wake up. The horrors play out again

finally, mercifully, I do wake

limbs heavy and weak. Marisol kneels beside me.

I force

torment.

the Master fed from you?" she asks, her voice

by the question. "Just once," I rasp out, wincing

withdrawal shouldn't be this strong, not for a single feeding." There's something in her tone, an undercurrent of

you

"He must favor y greatly, for a single taste to affect

don't know how to respond to that. The idea that this monster might favor me fills me with nothing but a sickening twist of

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room, tie lase mast but no

weten, my mind dealle

with Mariel's odd

want is to curl

ere will die

mure endle

wees to care about my

to me agan her hate prodding at my

detach that make

sure what she's doing. Her fingers press against my neck, my wrists, my ankles. It's only when she peers down at my shoulder that I

voice rough from disuse and screaming. "He

looks at me with a strange intensity. "Only once," she repeats, as

fangs sinking, the agonizing pain, and the sickening rush of pleasure that

return.

hard, trying to push the

a longing that I can't quite comprehend. "When did you know?

Lisa Fevers

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