The Choice (Love and Betrayal #2)

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"Cass, it's going to be okay. Chase is just a stinking mole rat that missed out on his fresh cheese!" Matt angrily remarks.

"Thanks? I guess. . ." I reply a lot confused.

"Uh. . ."

"So I guess I'm the fresh cheese?"

"Yep." He scratches his head knowing that he just spawned a really awkward conversation.

". . ."

". . ."

We continue sitting in awkward silence until he mumbles the ultimate ice breaker.

"Do you want to know what I was going to tell you about your mom?"

"YES!" I shout.

"Okay. . . Well. . ."

"Just say it!" I'm too excited for this.

"Your mother runs The Room. That's why she was okay with this. Okay with you being gone for a long time." He awkwardly looks me in the eyes intensely without blinking.

I just blink at him and stare in absolute shock.

"What?! What do you mean?" He can't be serious right now.

Can he?

"Your mother is the host of this show. And also many other dangerous studies."

"Woah! The Room might be breaking girl's hearts left and right, but it isn't dangerous!" I counter hoping he was wrong.

"Wrong." He states making my fears come true. "Some girls that are featured in the show have been admitted into a metal institution hospital. It's not just a show about breaking hearts Cass, it's a study about what love does to your mind. That's all it is. It tracks the patterns of your mind and breaks it. And it uses some guys to do it. Some of them are aware of it, like Chase. But some aren't. Some are aware of it and try to escape, like me and Jordan. Heck, he's been trying to escape fore eternity. But we can't. Your mom traps us. And she won't let us go."

I jaw just seems to be resting on the floor as I listen to his words form wildly fast. He can't be making this up. I know he can't. He's too truthful.

"H-how? How many girls have there been who have been studied at the hospital?" I'm just curious and horrified at the same time. Mostly like the people in horror movies.

"Five. Five girls, Cassandra. Five girls are being studied and monitored at the moment. And this is one of her newer schemes." He tells me cranking up my fear factor up a whole bunch.

There is only one question that was on my mind though.

"How many girls was she going to study though?" I was afraid to hear the answer, but I needed to know.

"Six." He answers plainly.

"Who was going to be the sixth?" I fear the answer a lot. My body shakes as I await the response.

"You. You we're going to be the last one. The last girl. Then the project would close forever." That was the answer that I was dreading. Me. But there was one thing that bothered me.

"Why? Why me?" I ask still dreading this whole conversation. Even though I know it isn't too bad.

"Because, you are her daughter. And she told everyone to reject you and if they didn't then she would kill them in front of you. There was two ways this would work. Either they rejected you and you would be sad and weepy. She could reveal that she did it and it would break you so she could study your brain patterns. And those patterns would be stronger because of mega betrayal. The second way is if your love was killed. You would already see it in person and that would scar you enough already. But your mom took it a step further and seeing her kill them would make you go beyond your breaking point. Then same old same old story about being crazy."

That explanation took me by storm. But it made sense. Somehow. I just couldn't believe my mom was I sick wacko that conducts some of the world's most deadly human experiments.

"What other facilities does she run?"

"The one she is the most known for is The Truma."

Just when I thought my life couldn't get more messed up, it did. Life threw me for a loop and spit me out in Alaska. Not really in Alaska.

"Is it-?"

"Yes. It's that Truma."

"No. That couldn't be my mom. That couldn't."

"Oh, but it is." He responds with all the seriousness in the world.

What do you guys think Truma is?