Contrary || l.p.

22. Strange

Jess's P.O.V

"Help!" I shouted at the dark car in the distance. "Please, help me!" The scene was so familiar to me, and I honestly thought that I knew what was happening next... but this time, something was different...

I felt as if I were supposed to be calling out to someone, but that person was was no where to be seen. Instead, I was just shouting at a familiar, dark car.

Right on cue, a man in the mask aims a gun at my head and terror fills my chest. Just when I began bracing myself for the blow, the guy lowers the gun and falls to the floor, shaking his head, and uttering something that I couldn't hear.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with sorrow and fear. "I'm sorry, Jess. I'm sorry." His voice sounded so familiar... way too familiar.

I swallowed as he slowly began peeling the mask off of his face, and my insides dropped as the masked figure showed the teary face of Liam.

"Liam?" I shouted and frantically backed away.

He moved closer, his tears soaking his shirt. "No, don't..." he sobbed. "Don't be scared, Jessie." He held up his hand to show his innocence. "I promise. I won't hurt you again. Please."

I widened my eyes as he lifted the gun again, but this time, pointing it up his chin.

"LIAM, STOP!" I shouted and tried getting up to knock the gun out of his hand. Something was holding me down to the point where I couldn't even move, let alone hear my own voice. "No, don't do that. Liam, put it down!" I sobbed, still struggling to get up off the floor.

"This is how I can't hurt you," he whispered.

Before I could stop him, the sound of the gun rattled my ears, and I finally found my voice screaming, "NO!"

"JESSIE!" a voice shouted and my eyes shot open.

My breathing was heavy as I frantically looked around a bit, finally finding my brother's terrified expression before me.

"T-tristan?" I breathed, placing a hand over my beating heart.

"You scared the shit out of me, Jess!" he yelled, wide eyed. "I thought there was someone in your room!"

"W-what?"

"You were screaming, dude! And you're crying," he told me. "Are you okay? Was it that bad of a nightmare?" he questioned, clearly concerned.

"What time is it?" I asked him, ignoring his questions. I don't think telling my brother about Liam killing himself, is a good thing to do right now.

"It's only like 5:30," he replied, scanning me. "Are you okay?" he repeated.

I nodded once, still trying to calm my breathing.

He let out a breath of relief as he placed a large trophy, that I did not know he was holding, on to my bed.

"Thank God. I thought someone came in to kill you or something," he mumbled.

I cracked a smile as I eyed the trophy. "What were you going to do with that? Whack him over the head with a shiny football?"

He shrugged. "I mean, I guess. I just grabbed the first heaviest thing that I saw, and ran to your room."

"You'd really use your first trophy to protect me? You could have just ran to the phone and called 911." I raised an eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes. "No way. You're my sister. I don't care if I used a trophy, I'm not gonna let you die. Plus, even if I did run to the phone, the guy would have already killed you."