Enemy Confessions

Chapter Thirty Two

Two weeks had passed since the night I was locked in the bathroom and almost suffocated. I did my best to show Cale I was fine. That I'm not suffering from PTSD from what happened the night. Every time I think about what happens, my heart starts to race. Somehow I manage to keep a calm composure and intentionally slow my breathing by exaggerating every breath. I did my best to act like nothing was wrong. I had to act like everything was ok or he would threaten to tell my mom, which in my opinion, was worse than the police.

The truth was, I was scared, but I was getting better. I didn't shower if I was alone in the dorm. I always made sure someone was there and that I left the door open, normally with a piece of clothing in the way so it wouldn't accidentally shut. No one thought anything of it. They just assumed I was careless when taking my clothes off for a shower. It's not like my side of the room was spotless anyway, so no one thought anything of it. Other than that, things were pretty normal. Michie was still ignoring me for the most part. We have had a few short passing conversations, but mainly to do with class.

No one knew what happened that day except for Cale. I could tell Maria knew something was wrong, but she didn't ask. Luckily, it was finals time, so Maria was sleeping in our bedroom, which I was grateful for.

I woke up for another mundane Monday. It was early, and the sun wasn't even up yet. I rolled over to discover Maria wasn't in her bed. She must have gone for an early morning run as she often did for reasons no normal human could figure out. I tried to fall back asleep but knew I wouldn't be able to. My throat felt dry, so I decided to get up and grab a drink of water.

I walked out into the common area and slowly stalked over to the kitchen. It was quiet; Cale and Luke's bedroom door was wide open, which was unusual. I had a weird feeling that something wasn't right, and I wasn't sure why. I walked over to their bedroom slowly with my water in hand. I stepped into their room cautiously, looking around. Everything seemed normal. I shook my head and laughed to myself a bit, taking a sip of water. I thought I was coming back to normal after the bathroom incident, but clearly, part of my subconscious was still thinking about it. I ran my hand through my hair and started to head back towards the common area.

"Sterling," A voice stated. I froze. I didn't recognize the voice, yet it sounded familiar. I swear there was no one in the bedroom. I turned around slowly and gasped when I saw the person before me.

"Charles" is what came out of my mouth in a panicked whisper. I dropped the glass of water I was holding, it hit the carpet but didn't break, the water from the glass splashing my feet and creating a wet mark on the carpet. Was this real?

My breathing became rapid, and my bottom lip started to quiver.

This. Couldn't. Be. Happening. Could it?

Where were my roommates?

"Where are the others?" I asked. I couldn't bear the thought of him hurting them, I knew he was capable of it from experience.

The figure before me chuckled. The sound that came out of him was sinister, heartless even. I felt goosebumps run through my body, and I instantly became cold. The figure before me is supposed to be in jail. How did he get here? How did he know where I was? I was tired of having questions and no answers.

"They'll live. Probably." He shrugged  "I just had to get rid of them for now." He finally said in a tone that was bored. Like this was a game that he had played a million times.

"Did you have anything to do with what happened to me in the bathroom the other week?" I felt a huge lump in my throat. This was a dream; it had to be.

"Yes. and I must say, you have become quite the women over the last year."

I looked away and cringed as I held back a tear. I suddenly felt violated, I involuntarily tried to cover myself up with my hands even though I was wearing clothes. I could feel myself biting my lip and forced myself to stop; I was going to be strong. Amelia put up a fight, and I would too. "What do you want Charles?" In my head, I sounded confident, but I have no idea how it actually came out.