What Happened That Summer

Chapter Ten

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"So, I assume you don't want to be here." Angelina Richardson commented, peering at Darcy through her thick purple spectacles.

Angelina was old. Her long fingers were crooked with arthritis and mapped with veins, lay intertwined in her lap. Her long silver hair was woven into a thick braid down her back, and her face had many fine wrinkles. But she had a calming presence, a spine that looked like steel, and her office smelled like lavender.

Darcy smiled slightly. "Not particularly, no."

"That's natural. Most people think that I'll make you tell me everything. That I'll screw you up." Angelina laughed softly, but her gaze was piercing. "That's not what I do."

Darcy glanced over at Carter, who was looking very uncomfortable. "Can he leave?"

"I think that is a reasonable request. Sir?" Angelina inquired politely.

"I am supposed to be here," Carter explained, looking awkward having stuffed himself in a plush armchair. 

"The hypnosis may not be as effective if she doesn't feel comfortable. You might not get the information you need." Angelina stated matter-a-factly.

"Well then. I'll be outside." Carter told them, lifting himself out of the chair like he was almost glad to leave.

Angelina smiled at Darcy. "Shall we begin?"

***

"Listen to my voice, and my voice only," Angelina told her gently. Darcy nodded, compliant. "What do you see?"

Her hands were bound behind her back, and her waist was wrapped with rope.

"I see... a dark room, and there's a rope around me."

The smell of sweet smoke smelled like burning roses, and it was heavy in the air. Darcy was sick of the ghastly sweetness. Through the smog, something flickered.

"Do you know where you are, Darcy?" Angelina asked in a soothing voice.

"In my cabin at camp," Darcy answered, her voice tight with smoke from the past. "There's smoke. I can't breathe."

"Relax, Darcy. You won't get hurt."

The flickering thing was a screen, and on it, Darcy saw an image of a woman. She had red hair, like Darcy, and she was driving a car. Her face was concentrated on the road in front of her.

Darcy felt panic rise within her."My mom. I see my mom."

"Your mother has you tied to a chair?"

"No, she's driving a car, and there's a camera in the car." Darcy clarified. "It's on a screen in my cabin."

"Dante, please be quiet, sweetheart. I need to concentrate on the road." Melody, Darcy's mother, told her son.

"I see her. She's behind the screen. She's wearing a ski mask."

"How do you know it's a she?" Angelina questioned.

"I- she has a voice modulator but I recognize her voice from somewhere. She's wearing my leather jacket?"

"And what is she doing now?" Angelina inquired soothingly.

"Oh my god, she's coming closer." Darcy felt the panic rise in her chest, a choking, oppressive weight in her throat.