Wyatt and Wendy

Chapter 8

 Wyatt

 Usually when you see, girls throw a slushee in my face it means I have dated them before. I treat them all the same, date a little and dump you before you get too clingy, usually by the second week. However, with Roxy, I never wanted it to end.

 Since meeting her, Roxy has been the only thing on my mind.  After going to see "Devil Inside" we have been close. Though it was only one date, she was all I could think about, her carefree nature, willingness for adventure and humorous ways, had me clinging on tightly to her.

 We were making out in my room when I heard a voice echo at the back of my head Wyatt help. I pulled away a little, "what?" Roxy asked. I shook my head grabbed the back of her head; we hit foreheads then noses staring at each other. So hot, I thought. She was thinking the same too, who wouldn't be. Before we could start, kissing again the voice said again Wyatt help please.

 I pulled away fully "Wendy's in trouble," I said sitting up.

“What, what's wrong?" Roxy asked mimicking my actions, I shrugged, and “Her messages aren't clear which means she is far away. I am going to space out for a few seconds okay, don't panic".

 I entered Wendy's head and peered at everything through her eyes. The room dark and seemingly empty.

 Wendy where are you?

 I have no idea Wyatt, and Matthew is talking about this girl saying that I know where she is but I don't. Help me.  

 Put on the light.

 I would but I am restrained.

 Wendy, there is a reason we have powers, use your power to burn whatever is restraining you or use it to turn on the light. She turned on the light but the room was barren, not giving any hint as to where she was.

 Ok then burn the ropes.

 She sat up properly moving her now freed hands, but before I could think of anything else, a force pushed her back. I stared at Matthew through her eyes, trying to think of what he was doing. She went under and I slid out of her head.

 I stood up from the bed and paced up and down. What had just happened?

 "What's happening?" Roxy asked a trail of worry in her voice. I stopped in my steps and looked her, I cleared my throat, preparing to reassure her but the only thing that came out was a frightened, shaking, and  barely audible, “I don’t know”.