Forbidden Truth

Chapter 86

Chapter 86
I gasped and put my head up. I was laying on my stomach on Parrish's couch. Or should I say, mostly on his couch. My phone rang again. I fumbled around on the side table, fighting the blanket I was cocooned in. I found my phone and answered it.
"Hello?" I answered frantically. I was a bit dazed and still tired. "We have a problem." Scott said urgently. I exhaled and fell back on the couch. "Of course we do." I said and exhaled. "What is it?" I asked sitting up. I was stiff and I felt like I had slept on a concrete floor. When I had insisted that I take the couch I never anticipated it to be so hard.
"The dead pool list is printing everywhere and I mean everywhere. Liam's house, Stiles's house, the school." Scott said. A noise made my ears perk up. Painfully, I got up and walked toward the noise. It was a printer in the corner of the living room. I picked up a copy that was laying on the floor. It was the dead pool.
"Derek isn't on the list anymore and Liam's price has changed it's not three million anymore." Scott said. "It's eighteen." I said.
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When I walked in I saw that Lydia and Stiles were already in the Sheriff's office with Parrish. I walked across the room and went into his office. "We decoded the list." Stiles said the second the door was closed. The list? What list? Is there another dead pool? "Parrish is looking up the names." Lydia explained. Oh the list. The one Lydia showed us last night. I completely forgot about that one. All I could think about was poor Liam. The boy had been through so much all at once.
"Well, it's not another dead pool. More like an already dead pool." Parrish said. Already dead pool? I walked across the room and took my place beside him. "All of them?" Lydia asked. Parrish looked at her. "All dead?" She asked. "Within the last ten years. All suicides. And all in the same place." He said. I looked at the screen and exhaled. "Eichen House." I said. Parrish nodded.
"Okay, so we go to Eichen House and look through their files on those people." Lydia told us as if it were obvious. "Lydia, Eichen House isn't a library. You need a warrant to get files from there." Stiles explained. I hated that place. I hadn't been in it but I had no intentions to be. I knew too much of what had happened there. "My grandmother left me a list of 10 suicides, including her own. There's gotta be a reason why. Is there anyone there who's willing to help us?" Lydia asked. Of course Stiles would know. The poor boy had to stay there. "No. But there might be someone willing to take a bribe." No one good, obviously. I really hate people.
"Okay, what are we waiting for?" Lydia asked getting her purse. Stiles exhaled and turned around. The two of them left the office. I spotted Braeden just outside. I immediately walked across the room and headed toward the door. I may hate the woman with everything in me, but she was helping us. Because of that I had a since of respect for her. a small since.
"What are you doing here?" I asked after I closed the door behind me. "I'm going to talk to Haigh. See what he knows." I raised an eyebrow at the way she said talk. "Talk?" I asked. Her eyes darted away and back. "In a since." She said casually. I nodded and opened the door behind me. "Have fun with that." I told her and walked back into the sheriff's office.
Parrish closed his laptop and stood up. He picked up the paper he had printed out on the suicides. I once again took my place beside him. He put one copy down. Then another and another. He stopped and put them all down. He spread them out. A wave of realization hit me coming from him. I looked at him.
"What? What is it?" I asked him. "L. Brunski. He delivered every one of them to the morgue." Brunski. I inhaled and stood up straighter. Parrish looked at me. "That's who Stiles and Lydia are talking to."
Suddenly I felt like someone was pushing out from inside me skull with brut force. I held my head and tried to stop the pain. "Eva?" Parrish said alarmed. I barley felt his hands on me. The pain was so overwhelming and it was just getting worse. I could almost feel my skull splitting open. Another wave of pain hit me. "Ahh!" I scream and then black.
A red light filled the blackness. The sound of arrows filled my eyes. A flicker of a flame. People running in the rain. A needle. Growling. Kate. My father. An explosion. Arrows. Blood. So much blood. I was choking on it. Repetitive gunfire. Claws. Fangs. Chains cutting through the air. Light bulbs. Blood. Roars. The shadow of a gun. The smell of burning flesh. A heart stopping. Burning. Blood splattered on the floor.
I stumbled into the grey. I almost fell but someone grabbed my shoulders. It was Laura. "Wake up!" She roared. I covered my ears. My chest ached and my head felt like it was about to explode.
My eyes flew opened and I gasped for air. Hands were on me. "Eva." It was Parrish. I reached up and took his hand as I drank in the air. My head was numb as my vision hit me. "Eva?" He said again.
I sat up abruptly. I forced English out of my mouth. "Go-Go to Eichen House. Go to the records room." I blurted out. Parrish just looked at me. "Hurry!" I yelled desperately. I got to his feel and rushed out of the office without another question.
I hauled myself to my feet. Dizzy and delirium was beginning to be a common side effect of these visions. As soon as I had steadied myself I rushed out of the room. I all but ran down the hall. I burst into the evaluation room. "You have to help me!" Haigh pleaded the second the door opened. He had a blood nose and lip and bruising was beginning. I looked at him and wanted to kill him. My eyes glowed and I though he was going to have a heart attack. "You think I give a damn?" I growled. He stared at me with complete terror. I looked up at Braeden "We have a situation."