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Chapter 5: Losing it Completely

—The Next Day—

"Alice... Alice!"

Blinking my eyes as I'm pulled from the depths of my thoughts, I look over at Charlotte who sat infront of me with a concerned look on her face.

"Uh, yes?" I ask softly, clearing my throat, and taking a long swig of my Pepsi to wash away the dry patch in my throat.

"Girl, are you okay? You've been zoning out all morning." Charlotte mutters in observation, and I cringe at her words — not realizing that my dissociating phases were that noticeable.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just, a bit tired." I mutter quietly, tapping my fingers on the table.

Charlotte looks over at me non too convinced, before returning her focus to her meal.

We were in the teacher's lounge, having lunch, sitting together as we usually would. But today felt different from the other days before.

I was lost to the world, and could barely concentrate on eating when the persistent throbbing between my thighs had my mind going back to that night a day ago.

I could feel him inside of me still, like he had imprinted on my body.

I could feel his firm grip on my hips, and his possessive hold on my throat.

My breathing becomes labored as my heart begins thumping wildly inside my chest. Silently, while I stare off into space, I subconsciously feel my hand moving up to my throat, mimicking the movements of his hand as he gripped me tightly.

"Alice!" Charlotte suddenly barks in frustration, slamming her fist down on the table giving me a start.

"What?" I gasp in surprise, frowning at her outburst.

"You're acting strange, are you okay?" She asks a bit more forcefully, that same look of concern painted on her pretty round face.

"Yes, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" I ask on a nervous chuckle, as I glance over at her.

I was anything but okay. How do I begin to tell her that I was railed to every inch of my life by a possessed doll?

My tongue suddenly goes dry, and my jaws lock tightly.

She'd never believe me! She'd think I was crazy!

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you're unusually silent, or maybe because everytime I look up your staring off into space." Charlotte pipes up in frustration as she narrows her eyes at me, leaning forward to give me a once over.

"Or maybe, it's because you have your hand wrapped around your throat — Alice!" Charlotte suddenly exclaims in irritation, her hand shooting forward to rip my own hand from around my throat.

"Hey!" I exclaim in surprise, my hand slamming down on the table top. Her own hand, pinning mine down like a murder suspect.

"Is that, a hickey?" She gasps in betrayal, her eyes widening in surprise as her gaze lingers at my neck, and I feel my stomach drop to my ass.

"What? No, its not a hickey." I begin shakily, and Charlotte stands and leans over to me as I pull away from her, trying to adjust the turtle neck of my black top.

"Wait, lemme see it." She responds slapping away my hands and ripping the material down, and I whimper in defeat at her force.

"That looks like a hickey." She mutters deadpan, her betrayed brown eyes clapping unto mine as she sits back and purses her lips.

My heart begins beating faster inside my chest as I stare at the woman across from me.

She couldn't know about Maxwell, she just couldn't.