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Chapter 42

Tia's POV *Vision*

The way that I see the snapshots from the past or the future can't be explained verbally. Colors and feelings are as close as I can get, but the knowing helps me interpret them. As if stuck from behind, my back arches with my head to the sky as a beam of light shines down upon my face. It's blindingly brilliant, hurting my eyes if I stare directly into it, which is why I blink so frequently, as I find that more tolerable.

I can see shadowy figures, only able to make out their movements, but I can feel whether they are male or female, good or bad, happy or angry. I've been practicing so I can also distinguish if they are someone I know. This particular vision shows a figure standing in the street in front of our house, and it feels desperate. There is a rage combined with a longing that is unsettling. However, I just know that no harm will come to us. I just know that we will be okay and that he will be serving time behind bars sooner rather than later.

Nonetheless, I take a moment to focus my energy on all of the guys, intentionally sending an SOS to them all. It only seems to flutter at first, so I try again. My fingers and toes begin to tingle and a similar sensation flushes over my face. It's as if my soul begins to vibrate and tries to aim for their hearts, sending my message like beams of red light. I'm successfully able to transmit to the guys with purpose...I can feel it. Now, to pivot my attention back to tap into the messages being sent to me.

A string stretches from that figure to connect to another, and I can feel that it's Brandon. The bond feels familial. IS TONY BRANDON'S FUCKING BROTHER?! My speculation is confirmed when the second figure splits into two and they face each other. There is a hole in both their chests and I can feel their hearts beating in my throat. Where their hearts should be are empty voids that mirror each other, which makes sense, being that they are mirror twins. They are also angry, with the feeling of adoration mixed in. I know that Brandon was interested in developing a romantic relationship, but Jason, too? I've only met him a few times that I know of. I can sense that one twin is much angrier than the other, and I can sense that he has done horrible things.

I'm able to see Brandon in the cellar, drugging my favorite bottles of wine by pumping the solution through the cork with a syringe. Momentarily, I'm confused because I can feel Jimin's energy, but it's not Jimin. This doesn't make sense to me, but I continue to receive the message. I'm suddenly aware that their father is a piece of shit, too. Was. He was a piece of shit but is no longer on this plane. He was murdered.

Fuck boy energy seems to flow through their lineage, dating all the way back to their great-great-grandfather. I feel a strange connection to him, specifically, as if he's done something unforgivable to me. But it's not me? And fire...fire is all around them.

As if being flung across the room, my attention lands in an area of my subconscious where I can see myself counseling Tony years ago. I can see two figures outside of the office, Brandon and Jason. They must have been the ones driving him to his sessions. Taken back a bit further, I can see Tony talking to Jason about how to talk to girls, having minimal experience due to him serving time for assaulting his neighbor.

"I told you. If they act like they don't want to give it to you, take it."

This advice makes Tony uneasy, especially after just being released for acting on Jason's words. My mind's eye shows me the many women who fell victim to Jason's ideology. The sadness, anger, and resentment is so strong. I can feel hot vomit attempting to travel up my throat as their screams and cries echo in my ears. Jason seems so excited and proud after he conquers these women, not only sexually. There's a flash, and I can see him smiling. I can feel his happiness as he swims in a pool of blood.