Victoria Le-Bellissimo Angelo transfers to Beacon Hills High School where she will complete her senior year, but what mystery will she discover about the town, herself and her past?
When I woke up I had tears streaming down my face as I was sweating and shacking uncontrollably. I ran out of bed and into the bathroom as I quickly stripped off my top and saw faint red marks. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes and when I looked back again I saw nothing. I touched my back where I thought I saw the red marks and felt nothing. I looked over my eyes and hair and noticed nothing out of the ordinary. I looked at the time at my clock and saw that it was only 5:15 in the morning. Not able to go back to sleep nor wanting to, I change into some work out clothes, place a note on my door incase any one comes looking for me then head out to the guest house to work out some the anxiety and stress the dream caused me to feel.
During the whole time I kept picturing each masked figure. Every time I would see a different one's mask I would begin to hit harder and faster, then the clicking and whirring started up. Soon enough I was going at an unbelievable speed, my heart was pumping unbelievably fast and the noise grew louder with every punch I took. I didn't even notice when someone walked in until they were standing right behind me calling my name. "Vicky!" I turn around to and met the green eyes of Tim staring down at me a concerned facial expression. "What's wrong?" he asks me, I shake my head, turning back to my body bag and I say, "What do you mean?" "You didn't hear me calling you name and you were hitting the bag like it did something to you." "It's nothing Tim." I say as I resume hitting the bag, Tim walks over to the bag adding resistance to it. "Nothing?" I nod my head not taking my eyes off the bag, "Look me in the eyes and say that then." I stop moving for a moment but don't raise my head to meet his eyes. I look up at him with slightly glassy eyes and shake my head.
He face takes on a concerned expression as he walks over to stand right in front of me. "Please Vicky just tell me, I don't like seeing you like this." "I had a bad dream." I mumble as I look down at the ground rubbing my hand up and down my arm. "Was it about Brad?" not wanting to bother Tim with my nonsense and thinking he wouldn't believe me, I nod my head. He quickly pulls into a tight hug, one that I needed desperately. I wrap my arms around his waist as he says, "You should have let me come back and end that poor excuse for a human." I laugh a bit as I pull back and wipe my eyes while saying; "I think I set him and the entire male population straight after that little altercation." "Still you should have let me come back, or at least told some like an adult." Everybody at my old school knew that I kicked Brad's ass at the party but only a few people know the real reason why, my father nor Rick were one of them. "No I handled the problem no need to start more drama then needed." He rolled his eyes as he walked around me and started hitting the bag as he said, "I still want to break his face." I check my phone and see its about time for me to get ready for school and say, "Well you can pretend you're breaking his face on that bag as long as you don't break the bag, I'm going to shower and get ready for school, be ready in 30 to take me to school kay?" he nods his head and I walk out heading to the main house.
Once I'm dressed
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I walk downstairs and see Tim sitting at the kitcken table eating a bowl of cereal. I grab a spoon out of the drawer and take a few scoops out of his bowl; I look back at him and see his clearly shocked face. "You could have just got your own!" I chuckle as I wipe some milk that dripped down my chin and said, "But other peoples food taste so much better. Plus I was trying to help you finish we have to go in like 2 minutes you know." He rolled his eyes as he slurped the little bit of milk left in the bowl and sat it in the sink. "Yeah, yeah just give a second to get my shoes on."
