Enemy Confessions

Chapter Thirty Three

My eyes were shut as tight as possible, waiting for the impact of the knife, but it never came. After a few very silent seconds, I looked up to see Charles staring down at me. His eyes looked glassy, like he was looking through me into his own little world.

I looked back at Cale. He was fading away quickly, and I had to do something quickly if either of us were going to live. I had to try and call an ambulance. I took the opportunity to run, but the pain from the first stab wound was now evident. I winced in pain but forced myself to move. I ran for the door. I felt like my feet were going as fast as possible, but the door wasn't getting any closer. Somehow I tripped and closed my eyes instinctively as I fell to the floor.

As if I couldn't control it, my eyes shot open. I looked around frantically and saw the contents of my bedroom. I was covered in sweat. I jumped out of my bed and looked at my side where I was just stabbed and saw nothing but smooth skin. I frantically grazed my hands over my skin multiple times, looking for the stab wound. Finally, I let out a huge sigh. Everything that just happened was a dream.

I looked around the darkroom and started to panic again. This is how my dream started. Was I still dreaming? My mind was spinning, I had no idea what to think, and then one thought crossed my mind.

Cale.

I rushed out of my bedroom, swinging the door open with force. I looked towards Cales room, and the door was shut. That was a good sign. Without hesitation, I walked over and opened his bedroom door. I thought I would see a calmly sleeping Cale no longer bleeding from the base of his neck. Instead, what I found was just as bad; he was shirtless and on top of Blondie while she proceeded to suck the lips right off his face.

Cale and Blondie jumped apart. Cale is now standing in front of me while Blondie propped herself up on the bed. Clearly, my frantic presence startled them. There Blondie was, in what was barely-there lingerie. She looked like she was glistening while I was glowing like a pig from my nightmare. I looked between them, lingering on Cale's face. I could see his face turn from anger to confusion to concern within seconds.

"Sterling," Cale finally said cautiously. "Are you ok?" He said each word slow and calm like he was being graded.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Blondie interrupted with her screechy voice. Pretty sure if ghosts could talk, they would sound like Blondie. Inhuman and annoying.

I felt sick, like my stomach was going to fall out of my asshole. Along with the sickness in my stomach, my heart felt like it was being physically crushed. I hated all these new feelings Cale was imposing on me without my permission, and I wanted them to disappear.

Cale took a step towards me, but I shook my head lightly without making eye contact. For some reason, I was now feeling angry. I don't know why. I had no right to be. I pursed my lips together and turned around quickly to leave without another word.

I reached the couch and went to sit on it when Cale spoke.

"Sterling, what was that about?"

I shrugged, not wanting to give an answer. "What are you doing with her?" I asked in a small voice, not knowing if I wanted an answer.