BRIGHT

Chapter 29- Peyton POV- True Fear

I awoke, startled. I looked around the room I was in. Everything in it was white, so white it blinded me. My nose itched and I tried to move my hand to my nose to scratch it, only to find I was strapped down to the bed I was on. Then I remembered everything that had happened. My first homecoming, ruined, all because of Matt. Matt. The name made me snarl, feeling a strong hatred towards him. And my Greyson. I did not know where he was, but I hoped he was alright. He had done something illegal to try and protect me; I prayed he had not jeopardized anything.

Then, I felt the bed I was in begin to move up. It seemed like a hospital bed. I was now sitting up and saw there were straps around my ankles and one around my stomach. I noticed I was dressed in maroon medical scrubs and my feet were bare. I heard the door open behind me. 

"Well, if it isn't Peyton Emerson," I heard a chilling and familiar voice say with an evil chuckle.

"Matt," I growled and he walked in front of me. 

"Your cute little boyfriend ruined it all for you, blackmail doesn't always work," he snarled.

"What are you talking about?" I questioned, confused.

"Oh, he didn't tell you, what a shame," Matt said making a sarcastic sad face. 

"You're lying, he would never do anything to jeopardize me getting caught," I shot back.

"I wouldn't be so sure. After the last game, Greyson came up to me and started to beat me up," he started to say, pointing to an array of bruises on his arms. "He said if I did not leave you alone, he would tell everyone I was cheating on Danielle with Kailey, but I decided, Kailey is better anyways. He beat me up, and I knew the best form of revenge was on you, the one he loves." I sat, speechless. Had Greyson really done something so stupid?

"All I can say to that Matt, is you deserved it," I replied sharply.

"Well, even if I did, you're here. Your parents are in prison. And you will never see Greyson again," he shot back. Then I put it together. If I was ever let out of here, there is no way I would be going to the same school.

"What about Meredith?" I asked, not showing sympathy. I did not want to appear weak.

"She's with a foster family around here. She turns eighteen in a few weeks, so after that, it will be on her to find a place to stay," Matt explained. I exhaled, happy they had not found out about her.

"Stop acting so smug Peyton, I know you are devastated about Greyson," Matt added.

"Maybe I am. But I refuse to show weakness towards you. Just get out of here," I shouted.

"As you wish," he said with a smirk and left the room. I began to cry. He was right. I would never see Greyson again and there was nothing I could do about it. 

I sat in there for at least an hour, waiting for someone else to come in. I finally heard the door open, and some sort of nurse walked in. She had a small cart with needles and other things, which confused me. She said nothing to me and began to clean my arm.

"Excuse me, but would you mind telling me what it is you are doing?" I asked. She said nothing, and I moved my arm away as best I could, but she held it down. She stabbed a needle into my arm, and I saw she was drawing my blood. I flinched as I felt the piercing of the needle, but it didn't seem to bother me too badly. Some sort of doctor or scientist walked into the room, along with a man in a suit, and a man with a SWAT uniform on.

"Peyton Emerson, good to see you in person, my name is Andrew Damon, I am with the FBI," the man in the suit introduced. I said nothing. "Miss. Emerson, we know everything about your situation. Your parents found a way to use CRISPR on a toddler and boosted your intelligence levels, which is highly illegal."

"I understand that," I replied. The nurse handed the vile of my blood to the doctor.

"I understand you know my son, Matt. When he told me about this, I realized there was little proof, besides a video he showed me. After homecoming pictures, your parents were immediately brought into questioning where the truth came out, we know it all," Andrew explained.

"Why am I here? I did nothing wrong," I pleaded.

"We understand that, but you are still a victim of something illegal, and you knew about it," Andrew accused.

"Well excuse me that I did not want to see my parents be arrested," I snapped.

"Wait for a second," the doctor said. We all looked to him.

"What is it?" Andrew asked.

"Peyton is type AB blood, but her parents are both O-," the doctor explained. What?

"What does this mean?" I asked.

"Those people are not your parents."