Agent Jane Doe 1: The Catalyst

Love the Way You Lie

A few minutes later, Trevan walks inside holding something that looked like virtual reality goggles in his hands.

"You feeling okay?" he sits on the bed.

"I'm fine," Joseph sighs.

"What are thooooooose?" Raine points at what's in Trevan's hands.

"These are Memory Goggles. They show the memories of the owner," Trevan answers casually.

"Interesting..." I nod. "Whose are those?"

"Don't worry about that. Put these on,"

"Okay..." I reluctantly put on the Memory Goggles. Suddenly, I find myself in a blank white room as photos of the First Family begin to float in the air.

"Which memory would you like to view first?" a computerized voice asks/

"Um...that one..." I point at a picture of President Wills fighting with his wife, a blonde. All of a sudden, I'm in the White House, watching the action unfold. The whole scene looks as though it was an 1860s photograph. I am the only one in color.

A shirtless President Wills and his wife are sleeping peacefully on the bed. President Wills opens his eyes slowly and pushes the covers aside. I approach the couple and notice the name 'Christopher' on his wife's hand, along with a phone number.

"Who is Christopher?!" President Wills demands once he sees what's written on her hand.

"Nobody," the wife mumbles in her sleep. President Wills yanks her by the shirt and pulls her close to him. She screams.

"Shanelle, you tell me who in the world is Christopher. NOW!"

"None of your business," Shanelle presses her chest against President Wills' face. "I got carried away, my dear husband. He forced me into having sex with him and wrote his name on my hand,"

"Liar! I'm leaving," President Wills yells. Shanelle responds by pushing him against the wall as he attempts to leave, aiming her fist at him.

"Oh, but you'll be throwing away the most precious thing you've ever had, my dear husband. I'm the best-looking woman out there. Why settle for anything less?"

President Wills stops for a minute, his back to Shanelle, before saying, "You're right...baby,"

"Why did you stay with her?! Why?!" I yell at the couple, but my yells fall on deaf ears. Now, I'm in the blank white room again and choose a photo of them kissing.

Now, I'm in a bar with lots of drunk people making out with each other. I cringe as I watch it all happen. To think that parties at my school are like this...and that I used to enjoy them. But all this disgusts me now. This isn't love. This is probably gonna result in a one night stand and that is most definitely not love.

I watch a younger Shanelle make her way towards a younger President Wills. They hold hands, smile, and make their way to the rooftop. Once there, President Wills takes out a bottle of vodka and the two kiss.

"What was that all about?" I question myself once I'm back in the blank white room a third time. In front of me is a picture of someone playing pool and choose it. Once again, I'm back in the same bar where President Wills is playing pool with some random chick. He shoots the 8 ball into one of the pockets. Everybody cheers.

"Good game, Brycen," the chick hugs President Wills. Approaching them is an angry Shanelle who pulls the girl away from President Wills.

"Who is this?!" she demands to know.

"It's my friend, Giovanna! I was just playing pool with her for the hell of it, Shanelle! We weren't getting frisky or anything!"

"Liar! I thought I told you not to interact with anybody. When you consented to being my husband, you were mine! I'm the one wearing the pants here! I'm in charge, got it?"

"...Yes,"

"This is your wife?! Brycen, you deserve somebody so much better," Giovanna yells.

"Did you tell her about...?" Shanelle points at Giovanna.

"N-No! I didn't! H-Honest!" President Wills stutters.

"Cuz do so much as that and I'll kill you!"

"Oh my God," I gasp as I return to the blank white room. I take off the Memory Goggles, eyes struggling to adjust to the brightness of the room.

"What did you see?" Joseph queries.

"Er...I think these are..." I struggle to spit the words out of my mouth. The door creaks open and in steps a woman wearing high heels.

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Author's Note: Who just stepped inside the room? Whose Memory Goggles are those?