Karma
I hear a deep and panicked voice saying my name, and then there's water. Talk to me Coleman, come on. Talk to me. Wake up!
All over my face, I feel like I'm drowning. I gasp briefly for air and finally open my eyes to see Jacob holding me, pouring a bottled water all over my face. My first words? "What the fuck?"
There's fear in his eyes that quickly dissipates once the words leave my mouth. I turn over and cough up the water that managed to get in my windpipes. I look around. Valencia is here. We are somewhere in the middle of the woods. I stand up and brush the dirt off of my clothes.
When I look up, I'm met with Jacob's stare. My heart skips a few beats. He looks at me and says nothing. I say nothing to him as well. What is there that can be said? The first person to talk is Val. "God, Karma. I'm so glad you're alright. It took us forever to find you." She rushes forward and stands on her tippy toes to hug me around my neck. I hug her back as my mind races through everything that just happened in the past 12 hours, but me and D.S don't break our eye contact. What do I say? What do I say?
We all know Jacob can practically read my mind. So how the hell am I supposed to lie to him?
He finally speaks. "Where were you? What did they do to you?" And my breathing gets even faster, my heart feels like it'll beat out of my chest at the sound of his voice. My skin begins to crawl. The thought of opening my mouth to lie to him literally makes me sick. I begin to speak, but instead I feel my insides coming up. I turn to the side and throw up all over the grass.
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I'm still a little out of it, or maybe I'm just pretending to be, as I'm sitting in the back seat while Jacob and Valencia debate over my mental state. "She's out of it Jake. Obviously they had her drugged. She probably can't even remember what happened, cut her some slack."
Jacob is angry, slightly. I don't know if Valencia can tell, but I sure can. He glances at me through the rear view mirror, his grip tight on the steering wheel. I roll my eyes, half annoyed that he can even be angry right now, half still sick to my stomach at the way he's looking at me right now. At the fact that I know his anger is partially directed towards me. He looks back at Val. "She's fine." He says tightly.
I wish little miss Nicole was here so I can tell her how her grand plan absolutely sucks. Why would she think I could hide something of this magnitude from him? She must not know the way we can get into each other's heads, that's the only explanation. I thought to tell her when I was with them, but I figured that might be information I want to keep close to my chest.
Val looks back apologetically at me and puts her hand on my leg. "Don't listen to him. We both know he's an asshole." Then she glares at him. "How can you be like this right now? You were the main one losing your shit when you realized she was missing-" And then he sends her a look that would kill her if it could. It shuts her up almost immediately.
Our eyes meet through the mirror again. I can't bear to look at him right now so I quickly look away. "My head hurts." I mumble. The only reason I can say that is because it's absolutely true.
"Its okay Karm. We're going to get you home and get you cleaned up and we'll get all of this sorted out, okay?" I smile at her the best way I can, actually grateful that he brought her along with him on the rescue mission. I don't think I could withstand being alone with him in the car right about now, and judging from the way I don't recognize any of my surroundings, the ride is about to be a long one.
Don't you dare fucking lie to me Karma. Jacob is in my head against my will. Think real hard about what story you're about to tell.
I can feel his gaze on me through the mirror again, but I can't bare the eye contact right now. I continue to stare out the window. How am I in trouble already and I haven't even said anything?
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