Chapter 3 POSSESSED

FELICIA's P O V

The next morning when I woke up… I kept thinking about everything that had occurred to me, including the time I fell down the stairs at school… the little boy who called me mom… and the now twenty-six-year-old bully king with whom I had sex the night before.

Oh, God! I had sexual encounters with him, and I did nothing to stop it?!

And recollections of times gone by, came flooding back.

Shit!

No! This is not the case at all!

In an effort to contain my anger, I tightly closed my eyes. This was not the real world. This whole thing was a dream – the kind that is completely incomprehensible. And this... everything that was happening to me at the time was just a figment of my imagination. I am aware that I have just emerged from a world of novels in which the main protagonists were me and Marcus.

Yes, that’s it!

I heaved a sigh of exasperation as I drew the blankets up to cover my upper body, but as I did so… my hand came in contact with something warm... and hard? Oh no! Not again!

I turned my head to the side very slowly, and I caught a glimpse of Marcus looking at me with a grin on his face. As I continued to look at him with my mouth slightly agape, a sense of unease crept up from my stomach and into my chest when I realized that what happened last night was real.

He greeted me with ‘‘Good morning…’’ with low and husky voice, the smile that was plastered on his lips broadened, and I furrowed in confusion at him.

Marcus had never smiled at me in such a way before, and whenever he did… it seemed demonic, as if it were coming from the mouth of the devil himself.

He attempted to speak once again, but I prevented him from doing so by covering his mouth with my hand and not allowing him to utter a single word. ‘‘Don’t you dare say something!’’ I yelled out loud. ‘‘We’re in a world of novels, right?’’

He did nothing more than scowl at me, and the expression on his face suggested that he thought I was crazy, but I paid no attention to his reaction.

‘‘Answer me!’’ I said as I increased the amount of pressure I was applying to his mouth, which caused him to groan and point his finger at my hand. My eyes widened as the realization set in, and embarrassment began to wash over me. ‘‘Oh, I… I’m sorry...’’

I carefully removed my hand from his mouth and let him talk; yet, what he did caused me to retreat from him.

He felt my forehead with the palm of his hand to determine whether or not I was ill.

‘‘Hey!’’ I said as I smacked his hand away from me. ‘‘What are you doing?’’

‘‘No…’’ he shook his head. “What the hell are you doing? Why are you reacting like that? Are you feeling okay?’’

‘‘Of course!’’ I snapped. ‘‘Why on earth wouldn't I? What gave you the impression that I was crazy?’’

‘‘Hey, hey!’’ he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in an act of submission. ‘‘I didn't say you're insane!’’

‘‘But from the way you look at me, it certainly seems that way!’’ I responded to him while leaning against the headboard of the bed and crossing both of my arms over my chest. ‘‘I know that after I fell down from that stairs in the school, I somehow made my way into this realm. It was all because of you that this happened, Marcus!’’

‘‘Wait a minute, what? What are you talking about?'’ he asked, his face scrunching up in confusion as he stared at me.

After a few moments, however, his face lit up in realization as if he suddenly recalled something.

‘‘Do you... have any idea how old you are at the moment?’’

‘‘Sixteen…?’’ My answer was uncertain to me because I know that this isn’t the truth. ‘‘I mean… I was just sixteen when I fell down from that staircase and then I woke up now, here in this room! In your fucking house! With that little boy----’’

‘‘That day... were you going to confess your love to... Linden?’’ he asked me once more, cutting me off, and I felt a warm sensation spread throughout my body when I thought back to that day.

Linden was the object of my affections. Because… why not? I knew we were compatible.

Books were something that both of Linden and I enjoyed reading, but we didn't care much for sports. The day that he assisted a girl who was having difficulty carrying her books was the time that I realized he was more than just good looks.

And I was quite certain that we were a perfect match. All he had to do was make a move, but he didn’t do it. So, I was the one who decided to make a move that day, but unfortunately… I fell down the stairs because of this… jerkface!

‘‘Yes!’’ I responded Marcus’ question with my chin held high. ‘‘You have the nerve to bring this up when you're the reason why I wasn't able to confess to him on that particular day!’’

Because of this, the corners of his mouth twisted into a grin. ‘‘You like another person, but you've had sex with me...’’ he whispered.

His statement caused my eyes to widen, and I blushed harder that I even felt the heat on my feet; consequently, I leapt to my feet and dashed off to the restroom as Marcus's hearty laughter resounded throughout the room.

‘‘Oh, God… what’s this?’’ I muttered to myself. ‘‘What’s happening to me? Did I just lost my memory from falling from that stairs, and now… I can’t remember anything? I can’t remember that I fell in love with Marcus and we got married? Oh hell, no! That’s too much to bear! Ten years of losing my memory?’’

In an effort to calm myself down, I switched on the sink faucet and washed my face with lukewarm water. I raised my head and fixed my eyes on my reflection in the mirror in front of me.

‘‘What would I do now? What should I do in order to bring myself back to the person I was when I was sixteen?’’

Damn it!

I cleansed my face with vigor and forcibly removing a clean face towel from the rack and wiped my face.

What if I let myself fall down to the stairs again, will that help me get back to my world?

I shook my head. That presents a significant risk. I won't put my life in danger by doing that.

What if I ended up being dead? Then I won’t be able to see Kenny again---if he was really my son.

But that’s possible though, because I let Marcus touch me last night. I let him have sex with me. Oh God! What was I thinking?

No. Someone possessed me last night.

That was someone else not me!

I had a sneaking suspicion that someone else was manipulating me last night, and that it involved some sort of evil or something!

My attention was drawn to the two different colored toothbrushes that were displayed on the shelf which were blue and orange. I had a feeling that the orange belonged to me, so I picked it up, smeared some toothpaste on it, and then began brushing my teeth while observing my reflection in the mirror.

Only recently did I become aware of the fact that, in addition to being far taller and more mature than I was ten years ago… I was also significantly more gorgeous. In spite of the fact that I wasn't nearly as slender as I once was… my skin retained its creamy and velvety smoothness. And the eyeglasses that I had been wearing were no longer on my face.

When I was in high school, I used to need glasses so that I could read all of the books that I enjoyed.

Just as I was going to rinse my mouth out with water, I heard someone knock on the door making me startle.

‘‘What?!’’ When I opened the door, my jaw dropped as I saw Marcus standing there in all his splendor with his broad shoulders resting against the wall. ‘‘What do you want?’’

‘‘Well… I simply wanted to let you know that... that orange toothbrush you're holding is yours,’’ he said, pointing to the one I was holding.

‘‘I know!’’ I replied while giving him the evil eye and rolling my eyes.

‘‘And that is an electric toothbrush...’’ he added. ‘‘Are you familiar with how to make use of it...?’’

What?!

As I raised the toothbrush to my eye level in order to examine it, the pupils in my eyes expanded. This is an… electric toothbrush?

‘‘Of course I’m aware that this is an electric toothbrush!’’ I yelled out, desperately attempting to conceal my embarrassment. ‘‘I know I lost my memory… but obviously not any of my intelligence!’’

I turned around and went back to the sink, where I washed my toothbrush and rinsing my mouth while allowing Marcus to watch me through the open door.

‘‘What else do you want?’’ I inquired as I put the toothbrush back where it belonged, simultaneously making a mental note to research the correct technique to use it the next time I needed it.

‘‘Kenny is your son...’’ he stated in a hush tone, but loud enough for me to hear.

I turned to face him, my eyebrow raised, and my lips curved into a mocking smirk saying, ‘‘That’s not true. I don’t believe you…’’