Two estranged sisters must use their paranormal gifts to prove themselves innocent when a college student goes missing.
Having escaped her dysfunctional past, Jess has been quietly enjoying her normal college experience. But all that changed the ni...
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Jess groaned as she looked at her half finished toast struggling to finish more than one slice. Her head was pounding in time with her heartbeat and she would have liked nothing more than to disappear upstairs and sleep.
Now and then, she caught a whiff of Tabitha's "hangover cure" that stood in a mug at the edge of the table. Tabitha had said it had to be in an opaque glass or else she'd never drink it. Jess thought this was a waste of effort, as after one sniff, her stomach and head had both agreed that the concoction was entirely inedible.
Tabitha's had made her try a few sips before she left, and whilst Jess had been a good sport about it, she'd spat the mixture out as soon as Tabitha's back was turned. She'd never tasted something that could both make her cry and turn her lips numb. It was like taking vodka mixed with chilli, and considering neither of those had been included, she was reluctant to have any more.
The door slammed, and two sets of footsteps made their way towards her.
With every step, it felt as though they were tap dancing on her skull.
'How you feeling, Jesse?' Ash shouted before entering the kitchen.
Jess hissed and put her head against the table.
'Oh, so you're feeling better?' Ash chuckled when she saw her sister's hunched body. 'Didn't you drink Tabitha's cure?'
'That thing,' she said, pointing toward the mug, 'is poison.'
'It'll help,' coaxed Ash.
'When I want to have my vocal cords stripped-what the fuck happened to you?' Jess demanded when she finally lifted her head and saw the bruises on her sister's neck.
Ash ducked her head, whilst the Deputy wavered at the kitchen door, not liking the accusing look that Jess was giving him.
'My vision got out of hand,' Ash finally admitted.
'Out of hand! It looks like someone fucking strangled you.'
Ash winced and Jess' face lost all its colour.
'That's what you saw in your vision. You saw Darcy get murdered?'
'I did. I felt it. But I had no idea about this.' She waved at her neck.
'It was all normal...well as normal as you usually look having visions, but then your eyes opened and they were completely white. You just started gasping. I physically watched the bruises spread over your skin when no one was touching you,' the Deputy explained.
'Ash-'
'Look, the bruises are already fading. They were purple when we left Mrs Gonzola's house, and now they're just a sickly yellow,' she interrupted Jess. 'They'll probably fade in another hour.'
Jess pursed her lips, not convinced. She could tell by the look on her sister's face that she wasn't ready to talk about it. She had to admit that behind her calm facade, Ash seemed shaken, and that was not like her sister.
