A Faltering self (Distorted Reality book 2)

Chapter 69- I Can't Trust Him

(Madison's POV)

Once we are outside, he takes me to his car and we sit in it to talk more freely. His attachment seems to appear in the back seat, but I'm unwilling to look at another anytime soon even in the light.

"Who is watching you?"

I look at Matt just as confused as he seems.

"I don't know."

"How long have you known?"

"Uh... I don't know. It's like, I think it has something to do with the memories coming back. I honestly thought I was just being paranoid, but, I guess not."

"Well, when was the first time you remember thinking that you were being watched? Even if you thought you were being paranoid."

I stop to think it over.

Last year?

Nnnnoooo....

It was earlier than that.

I can't place exactly when because there seems to be more unplaced knowledge faintly there. I try my best to put that into words for him.

"I thought I felt someone maybe watching me about a year or more ago, but, it's like there are these moments were I can't always remember something visually, but just kind of, feel it. I want to say that whoever it is has been watching me for a lot longer than that, but I don't know..."

Is it too crazy to think that it's my therapist? Or some program I'm in that I'm unaware of?

I'm not sure what to think. If I let my mind wander wherever it wants, it will come up with something wild, but isn't this already pretty wild?

Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Maybe it's all in my head, and I'm just crazy.

I don't know what runs in the family, so I could just be losing it...

It seems like that might be the case. Seeing things, having some mysterious person, or persons, watching me, memories blocked, and...

I can't think of him right now.

No matter how I want to.

"If you ask me, she's just crazy."

Oh, yeah-

"Shut up!"

Matt yells, and it petrifies me. It's like ice gets poured on me. I know that he's not snapping at me, but it still sets me on guard.

His tone softens when he speaks to me.

"I'm sorry, don't listen to him. I believe you. But that means that you need to be careful with who you trust. I promise though, that I'll help you figure this out. You don't deserve to go this alone."

I can't bring myself to look his way. I know that he won't hurt me. Yet, I can't help but to feel tense next to him.

I get a text that reminds me of what I was doing before I got side tracked.

"I, uh, have to go. My cousin needs my help, so I'll be gone for a bit. I'll text you more about it later."

He questions me as my hand is on the passenger door handle.

"How long are you going to be gone?"

"She asked me to stay for the week, so about that long. She needs help moving and watching her daughter."

I go to open the door before he asks something else.

"I didn't know you took medication."

I'm confused about why he's asking that until I see his gaze on the bottle peeking out from the side pocket of my bag. I took it because I know Bailey will question if I keep it at home.