by Lila Felix
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Everything was clearer close to the coast. The moon stared at me in judgment as I lay in my room after several more hours of pointless discussions about what ifs. It was almost like it knew the thoughts revolving through my head.
Even the moon knew what a head-case I was.
Colby was still with her grandmother, discussing who knew what. My stomach churned at the thought of her speaking to her about me—how to manipulate me into giving into her.
They were all against me—the lot of them. I expected my father to agree with me. I expected him to say he would help me convince Colby to keep her pretty nose and, in turn, her pretty life, out of my business.
He was a traitor.
As I lay there, arms crossed behind my head, I concentrated on where she was. Inquisition consumed my thoughts. I could almost picture her there, in her grandmother’s grand mansion.
“Rebekah, please. Stop speaking to me in riddles and tell me what to do.”
Shooting straight up in the bed, I looked around the room, thinking I had inadvertently flashed to Rebekah’s home. But I hadn’t seen Colby, nor Rebekah—only heard her words. Maybe I’d just begun to fall into a dream and imagined her voice.
It must’ve just been a dream.