Out in Blind Sight

Chapter Eight: Act of Rebellion

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They clearly didn’t get my joke. I let my half smile fade. My lips felt dried out like sandpaper. I licked them instantly trying to bring back some of the life. Felix was still in front of me. Hoping I would spill out every piece of information I had stored in my lovely brain and to keep from me all the things I wanted to know about. I needed to know these things. I couldn’t let Trey get into trouble; I am a terrible liar and can’t keep my lies straight no matter how hard I had tried. There was no point to even think about lying to Felix; there was simply no way around it. I wasn’t getting off scotch free. Nothing about him looked sympathizing. Something tells me if I didn’t talk soon, force will be the only option left. Something told me in my gut that he wasn’t going to ask for my permission.

 “Well? Are you going to tell me what you know?” Felix asked biting back his urge to yell at me. His brows were raised to their maximum level seeking the right answer. I tried to be tough; to never give in and just lie. The more I allowed the pause to continue the more I found myself thinking about ways I could get my end of the bargain no matter what happened. I needed to make sure my questions got answered just as much as he gets the answers to his.

 I looked at Trey with sympathy for the things I was about to say. I don’t want to hurt him; doesn’t mean he promises the same to never hurt me. I just assume theirs good in all people and I always find myself in moments like this; one’s I can’t get out of unless you make a damn deal with the devil.  Felix wasn’t as an easy bargain to please as Satan would be. And my soul wasn’t up on the auction block.

I found myself caving the more I gazed at Trey. He looked like he had done wrong in bringing me here. I firmly believed that he did anyways. Now he finally realizes he did do wrong in bringing me here and that there going to be serious consequences on my part if I don’t tell him what he is so itching to know. I have a strong belief that most things are better kept from everyone else and to trust in more than just your own judgement. In this case, that judgement was mine. I believed enough for the both of us. The scary thing about trust is that every time you give it, there is always that fear of Russian roulette being played with it; not knowing when it will just blow right up in your face. I huffed slowly, knowing I was most certainly going to act weak by giving in. So, I did.

 “I know…” I hesitated before continuing hoping that my emotions wouldn’t get the best of me and hoping my voice didn’t decide it was time to shut the hell up. I talked slowly trying not to miss or skip anything I knew. 

“I know that my life is planned out for me… a prophecy of some kind. There wasn’t any specific name used.  It sounds crazy. My life can’t be planned out for me just because a higher power chose it. I get to live my own life don’t I? I get to choose what events I make happen and events I can avoid?” Felix kept looking at me. Not moving a muscle. Same expression hovered on his face.