His Possession

7: The Truth

"The truth is never as painful as discovering a lie"
                                            RKG

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I woke up, slowly blinking away the remnants of sleep from my eyes. Stretching my tired limbs, I reached out my right hand to grab my phone from the bedside table. However, instead of feeling the familiar touch of wood, my hand met empty air. In an instant, my senses heightened, and I became fully alert.

I hastily threw off the covers and surveyed the room. The bed stood in the center, surrounded by dark blue walls. To the left, there was a white table cluttered with a laptop and scattered papers. Across from the bed, a flat-screen TV adorned the wall. Two doors on the right side likely led to the bathroom and closet. I couldn't help but wonder, where was I? This definitely looked like a guy's room. I prayed fervently that I hadn't been kidnapped.

Noises from outside the room caught my attention, drawing me towards the door that seemed to lead out. Opening it cautiously, I found myself in a hallway adorned with doors to various rooms, as well as some renowned artwork. At the end of the hallway, a stream of light spilled through an open doorway, suggesting that the source of the commotion lay beyond.

As I made my way towards the light, descending a flight of stairs, the cacophony of voices grew louder, hinting at an argument taking place. Reaching the bottom, I turned left, where the voices resonated more intensely.

"Dad?" I called out, my confusion evident as I stepped into a living room bustling with noise.

Relieved, my dad stood up from his seat upon seeing me. "Honey, you're awake," he said, his expression reflecting his relief. I couldn't help but fire off questions, my mind racing to understand the situation. "What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" I demanded answers.

"I think it's better if you sit down, honey. We have something to explain," my dad responded with a sad smile. "We?" I wondered, glancing around the room and noticing that my dad wasn't the only one present.

Nova sat on a single couch near the fireplace, accompanied by a handsome young man with blonde hair and grey eyes on the other side. Behind the couch stood an older man with black hair and green eyes, his kind smile offering reassurance. Opposite Nova, a beautiful older woman sat on another single couch. And there, on a two-seat couch diagonal from the older woman, was Blake.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Memories came flooding back, overwhelming me as my gaze locked onto Blake. Taking a shaky breath, I took a few steps backward, keeping a cautious eye on him. A fleeting emotion flickered in his eyes, too swift for me to discern its nature.

"You..." Dread laced my words as I tried to confront him.

But before I could articulate my thoughts, my dad intervened, urging me to sit down. Eager for answers, I reluctantly moved towards the only available seat next to Blake, intentionally placing as much distance between us as possible. I noticed a slight frown on Blake's face, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving his countenance blank once more.

My dad resumed his seat, running a hand through his hair, causing it to become slightly dishevelled. "First of all, let's start with the introductions," he began, gesturing towards the individuals in the room. "This is Lauren and David," he said, pointing to the older man and woman. "And this is Brandon, Blake's brother, and their son."

They all smiled at me, and I mustered a smile in return, even though it felt forced. "Honey, right now, I need you to listen to me and understand that everything we've done was for your safety," my dad said, his eyes locked with mine. I nodded, offering him a small, reassuring smile, eager to unravel the mysteries surrounding Blake.