CHAPTER 9 Meeting Her

When I woke up the following day, Dylan was nowhere to be found. I had been informed that we were expecting a visitor who wanted to meet me.

I selected a short dress, my mind filled with the many concerns I had, and realized I hadn't confided in Caytln about my predicament.

In the lounge, I anxiously awaited the arrival of our guest.

I was taken aback when I saw the person who stood before me. It was the woman I had recognized from the photograph as my mother.

Wasn't she supposed to be deceased? Had I been deceived?

"Mother?" I uttered in astonishment.

She seemed equally shocked when I called her by that name.

"Mother?" Caytln echoed from behind me.

"You remember?" the woman inquired.

"I thought you were dead? What is happening? Is everything in my life a lie?" I panicked, struggling to process the truth.

Caytln tried to reach out to calm me, but I evaded her touch.

"That thing that harmed me at the event, you're connected to it, aren't you?"

"Jessica, you have to calm down," Caytln urged as she attempted to reach for me.

Ignoring her, I rushed to my room, locking the door, and retrieved the box containing the pictures.

She was undoubtedly the woman I had seen downstairs. A whirlwind of emotions engulfed me, from anger to pain and profound confusion.

Suddenly, an excruciating pain akin to a million bolts of lightning struck my head, and I screamed in agony.

Countless images flashed before my eyes: "I need to get on her good side." "I'll buy you a Kit Kat on my way back."

With trembling hands, I found the medication and swallowed it.

Cradling my body, I rocked back and forth on the floor. "Make it stop," I pleaded repeatedly.

After a while, the pain subsided, and I eventually drifted into slumber.