An hour later, I fell asleep. When I woke up, though, I realized that I might've done something embarrassing, so I glanced sideways at Jagger to make sure that he wasn't looking weirdly at me. He was just driving as normal, so I let out a breath. Then I noticed that my hand was tangled in my seatbelt-and it wasn't a hand. I let out a scream and, startled, Jagger swerved and we almost ended up in the ditch. He pulled over on the side of the road and gazed at me.
"What's wrong with you? Oh." He had noticed my hand, not hand.
"Just shift back," was his "great advice".
"I don't know how!" I said my voice high-pitched and panicky. His calm gray eyes met my own. He reached over and untangled the bird's claw that was my hand from the seatbelt.
"Okay," he started, still staring directly in my eyes, "Now you just concentrate real hard, and envision your hand...." I closed my eyes and did what he said, and felt a warm feeling in my hand.
"Good," he continued, "You got it!" I opened my eyes and they rested on my real hand, inclosed in Jagger's. He looked away and let go of it, putting his hands back on the steering wheel.
"Buckle up," was the only thing he said, before shifting the gears and driving out onto the road and heading down an exit.
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Sorry for the short section today!
--Aithlin
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The Liberator
ParanormalAshton is a normal girl until a kind of good-looking captor, thrusts her into a new world where she is the mysterious "chosen one". The twist, though, is only she and her captor know this earth-shattering fact.
