Psychotic Disaster

Chapter 26

Morgan

I can't process everything that I've heard from Herberto's mouth, it was clear but at the same time too vague to even comprehend. I turned off the GPS so that he couldn't track me, I have to clear my mind for now because things are getting way more complicated not just in my target's life but also mine. 

My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, driving my car as fast as I could, I honestly didn't know where to go but I just have to get away from everything. 

I couldn't shake the sound of Herberto's voice, the way he had stumbled over his words, the blatant lie he tried to feed me. My mind was a tangled mess of confusion and fear, pushing me away from everything I thought I knew. My tears were falling down on my cheeks blurring my vision, as I fought to keep my focus on the road.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a pair of headlights flashed before me, blinding in their brightness. I slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching as my car skidded to a halt, narrowly avoiding a collision. My heart was in my throat, as I stared at the other car, just inches away.

For a moment, everything was still. The world seemed to hold its breath, the only sound the frantic pounding of my heart and my sobs. Slowly, I registered that the other driver was stepping out of their car, the shape of a tall figure moving towards me through the dim light.

As the figure came closer, I realized who it was. 

Damian. 

The relief was overwhelming, but it did nothing to ease the turmoil inside me.

He reached my car and leaned down to peer through the window, concern etched on his face.

 "Morgan? Is that you? Are you okay?"

I could only stare at him, my mind unable to process his words. I felt numb, like I was watching everything from a distance, detached and disconnected from my own body. 

Damian's expression shifted, worry deepening as he noticed my state. Without hesitation, he opened my car door and gently pulled me out, his arms wrapping around me in a comforting embrace.

That was all it took. 

The dam broke, and the tears I'd been holding back came flooding out. I clung to him, sobbing uncontrollably into his chest as everything I'd been feeling—confusion, fear, anger, and despair—poured out all at once.

"I am not okay." I murmured.

"I can feel that." He whispered massaging my back. "Just relax, okay?"

"It- it sucks! I-I don't know who I am," I cried, my voice choked with emotion. "I don't know what's real anymore."

Damian held me tighter, his hand stroking my hair in soothing circles. "Shh, it's okay, Morgan. I'm here. You're safe."

But I didn't feel safe. I felt lost, adrift in a sea of questions with no answers in sight. 

"Herberto was lying to me," I whispered, the words tumbling out in a rush. "He was talking about something—about me—and when I confronted him, he just lied. I don't know what's going on, but I feel like... like there's something wrong with me. Like I'm missing something important."

Damian pulled back slightly, his hands resting on my shoulders as he looked down at me, his eyes full of concern. "Let's get you out of here, okay? Come with me. We can talk more at my place."

I nodded, too exhausted to argue, too drained to do anything but follow his lead. Damian helped me back into my car, and I watched as he returned to his own, waiting for him to pull out and guide me through the streets.