Beyond Our Control

Chapter 25

 She couldn't stop replaying everything.

The first of it all was that day at the laundry where the plan was finally discussed and laid out. She was so happy with it. She should've known it was too good to be true. All of it. The kindness from Faye, the "Perfect Plan". She was such a fool. Yet now, she still can't stop having that piece of memory run over and over again in her head as she tried to sleep.

Faye's hand strummed back and forth over her arm, almost touching, making every fiber of her skin betray herself.

"We'll gather everyone, convince them, then lay out part of our plan to them."

"What's the other part of our plan that we're not telling them?"

Faye glanced over at her, their gaze matching. "The part where we save your friend of course. They probably wouldn't want to know that we're risking some things that they don't have to. It's better that they don't know."

That part had already sounded suspicious to her that time, but she ignored it. She should've known that it was never happening. But why was she so precise about every part of it?

Faye took out a small tech thing in a flat circular form out on her palm. "This is a tracker. On the night where you leave for your visit, place this on the car, make sure no one will see it." Her fingers curling over Kenna's as she held it to herself. "It'll help us get to you."

Why did she give the tracker if it wasn't going to happen at all?

"And when you get there, stall. Talk about anything, well of course don't talk about the plan. But just stall my mother from sending you back. Then request to see your friend, and when you're ready we'll get you guys out."

Even then, she had asked, "You make it sound so easy, is it really going to work?"

Faye's eyes held a firm hold, strength, confidence, and determination. "Sometimes a little faith can change everything."

She laughed at that now. What a ridiculous answer, no faith can change anything now. Why was she so stupid? This stupid plan, all of it. She really believed it. She really believed in Faye. She really trusted her. She gave it her all, but it was all fake.

She wants to hate her. She wanted to stop whatever this thing she's feeling for her. But every time when she tries to, she always ends up seeing this other part of Faye. The good part.

Whenever that finished replaying, their fight laid out in front of her again.

"Don't touch me!" Her scream echoed back in her head, the scene where she slapped Faye's arm away repeated. Once. Twice. More and more. Again and again. The hand she slapped her with tingled with imagining stings.

And that look on Faye that shows up every time when it happens as she stares into Kenna. It doesn't make any sense. She shouldn't be feeling sorry, it should be Faye. She is the one that lied to her, she is the one that was acting this entire time. It's supposed to be her fault, not Kenna.

Minutes past by into what seemed like hours. She couldn't sleep, and the sun wasn't coming up either. It was like a dead end, she's stuck there until she figured out a solution. Like time was willing to stop in order to teach her a lesson. But what even is the lesson? That she was an incredible fool? She already got that part, but time was still stuck.

Now that her anger slightly cooled, she can remember that pleading look on Faye.

"Listen, Kenna. We'll figure a way. I-I can ask my father for more ways. I'm sure we can figure out a way to save your friend."

Maybe she wasn't lying, maybe none of this was a lie. Maybe it really was just her father.

Before she knew it, she was getting out of her bed with the flat circular tracker in her hand. And she was standing in front of Faye's room.