*Book 1*
*Completed but Editing*
Saphira Colby doesn't actually exist. The memories she comes up with, the family she describes and the appearance she takes on isn't real. It's a disguise. A disguise to hide the real her, the her that's being hunted...
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Chapter 3 "Fearful Whispers"
Saphira's POV:
"Hide in the shower," I whisper, slowly sliding off of the bench as Nate slips into the shower, pulling back the curtain and hiding his body from view. I start shuffling through the items in the first aid box, hoping Myra and Tori are hidden from my mothers view.
The previously closed bathroom door stands wide open, a short, blonde woman with brown eyes staring at me, her gaze reprimanding.
"F-Saphira, what are you doing here?" she asks in a deadly calm voice, tripping slightly on my name.
"Well, you see, there was a little incident at school where I may or may not have fallen and hurt my ribs again. Long story short, I came home to try and fix it," I say in one breath and she blinks at me, expression blank.
"Are Tori and Myra here?" she recovers quickly, but is still way too calm for my liking. Ups hearing their names, my two friends poke their heads inside inside the bathroom, one of each side of the frame.
"Is there anyone else that helped you? Did anything else happen? What class were you in? Did the teacher ask anything? I understand why you didn't go to the hospital, but why didn't you call me?"
The woman I call mum shoots questions at me left, right and centre,
"Woah, calm down. No one else helped me, nothing else happened, I was in history class at the time and the teacher wasn't there yet. I also didn't call you because I didn't want you to worry," I say slowly, lying much easier than I could have a year ago.
"Well, seen as I know you're here, would you like me to help you with the bandaging and stuff?" she asks, playing the part of 'caring mother' well for someone who isn't one of them.
"No, It's okay, plus, I can see that you're about to go to a meeting," I say, forcing a smile and gesturing towards her pencil skirt and blouse. The joys of being an accountant.
However, a small part of me that wants her to stay and help me, but a bigger part wants her to go, so she won't have to be reminded about who I've become.
"Okay, well, I'll be back at around six o'clock and your father will be home at seven. Your friends are welcome to stay for the night," she says, not even asking how I am as she walks out of the bathroom.
As I hear her car pull out of the garage, I let out a relieved breath, but suddenly become aware of my dizziness. Apparently holding your breath with banged up ribs isn't the smartest of choices. This also means that I don't have the speed or will power to stop Myra and Tori from closing the door, leaving a total stranger to tend to me.
