Mind Over Matter

4 - Unwelcomed

WARNING: SOME EVENTS IN THIS CHAPTER MAY BE TRIGGERING. PLEASE STOP READING IF IT AFFECTS YOU AT ANY POINT. ALTHOUGH NOT SEVER IN GRAPHIC, IT MAY STILL BE TRIGGERING TO SOME.

LaMoura, California
March 24, 2034
9:58 a.m.

*JUSTIN*

"Greenbrier? The hotel? The one in the mountains?" Jason asked. He seemed to grow more confused, his face giving worry lines and his eyebrows furrowed. He sat down on the couch next to me, not as close as he was and that upset me, though I don't know why. There was just something about him that just pulled you in. Yes, he was the man in my dreams but who just looks for a stranger that they see in their dreams? Who travels across the entire country just to find a person they've never met in their life? No one, that's who. There was just something different about Jason.

I was getting the strange sensation to have him hold me again. He felt so safe and warm, like nothing on this earth could touch you while he had his arms around you. And he smelled so good that it assaulted my senses on a whole other level. Shut up, Justin. I will just boil this down to his extreme gorgeousness. And my teenage hormones. Yeah, let's go with that.

"Justin? Hello?" Jason snapped his fingers and I jumped out of my trance with a jolt.

"Sorry. I was just thinking, but yeah, the hotel. But it isn't what you think." I turned my body to the side to look fully at him. "Has it ever occured to you how weird and convenient the location of that hotel is? It is in the Allegheny mountain range. It is only a couple of hours outside of Langley......Virgina. You know? Home of the CIA."

Jason's friend had decided to make his appearance back into the living room at that moment. He was carrying an assortment of snacks: chips, salsa, Twinkies, Swiss Rolls, and what appeared to be a big run of ice cream. Wow, this man sure does eat a lot.

Jason scoffed as he noticed the man named Troy. "What the hell did you do? Did you attempt to raid my entire kitchen with your fat ass?"

Troy tried to appear innocent. "I was hungry!"

"How? You ate when you got here." Jason waved his hand to dismiss him. "Sit down somewhere. And stay out of my kitchen if all you're gonna do is eat all my food."

Troy groaned dramatically and flopped into the comfortable looking love-seat across from us. He muttered under his breath. "Bitch." He dug his hand into the bag of chips and started eating.

Jason turned back towards me. "I'm sorry about him. Now, were you saying? Something about the CIA?"

I nodded my head, pulling the blanket that Jason had let me use up against my body more. "It's original use was quite different. It was supposed to be an enormous bunker that would act as a defense in case that Washington was ever under threat of a nuclear detonations. But it had been scrapped long ago when better locations and technology became available."

Troy stopped eating for a second. "But how can that be? I thought it was just a hotel." I nodded and Jason shook his head.

"How do you know all this?" He asked. Then it looked as if wheels were turning in his head. His eyebrows furrowed. "Is that where you came from? Is that where you don't want to go back to?"

I looked down and away from his face. I couldn't help but think of all the horrible memories, the constant hurt and pain that I had experienced there. I don't ever want to experience that level of hurt again. The mere mention had my eyes watering.

"They...they are horrible people. It is not a place of comfort, joy or happiness. There is nothing but people dressed in lab coats who experiment on you. Who take these needles and just stab you, poke you, prod you. The pain, the pain and the burning from theie so called 'teats' are horrendous!" I was freaking out, the memories that were replaying in my head were becoming triggering. I was having a panic attack. I jumped up, startling both Jason and his friend as I grabbed a fistful of Jason's shirt.