Page 89 of The Torment of Two

I know what this means.

I know I have to fight back.

And yet, blackness finishes cloaking me in her abysmal darkness.

Black.

Black.

Black.

Finally, nothing.

Gemma

I rub at my elbow, tears stinging my eyes.

“Ow,” I mutter. “What the hell?”

My body feels heavy and quickly becoming useless. What’s wrong with me? First, I nearly crashed through the wall after using the toilet, my elbow taking the brunt of the fall, and now I feel like I might pass out.

I need to go home.

After fumbling through washing my hands, I unlock the bathroom door and drag my sluggish body back toward the main room to tell Two. He’s no longer sitting where I left him and Dr. Skeller is gone.

Where did they go?

Outside?

I get turned around but manage to find a door that leads outside. Once I open it, I groan, realizing it’s a back door that faces the lake, not the one where the car is parked. Something flutters in the wind, catching my eye, and I glance down.

Yellow flowers dance happily in their beds.

They’re familiar.

I fixate on the flowers, fighting through the fog inside my head. Why are these flowers important to me?

I’m about to turn around and continue my search for Two when a memory niggles at me. Wait. These flowers look just like the ones…

No.

A chill skitters down my spine and a shot of adrenaline sends a fleeting moment of clarity in my mind.

Oh my God.

We have to get out of here.

I spin, ready to rush back into the cabin, when I run right smack into a broad chest. Hands grip my arms to keep my swaying body from collapsing. With trepidation, I tilt my head up, finding my eyes on Dr. Skeller and not my boyfriend.

No.

Tears prickle at my eyes and a sob catches in my throat.

It’s a trap.

We walked right into a trap.

My legs buckle and the room spins. I find myself blacking out and coming back to as my body bounces. I’m no longer standing, but I’m being carried. Squinting, I force myself to focus on the man carrying me.

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