Page 39 of Anarchy Chained: Alpha Thomas

CHAPTER TWELVE - SADIE

Just fuck him. I watch Thomas walk out of the bathroom, irritated for being talked to like that and angry for putting myself in this position in the first place.

A bolt of electricity shoots through my head, making my vision flash red. “What the fuck?” I mumble, doubling over from the pain.

But then it’s gone. Just as quick as it came.

What the hell was that?

I lean against the tile wall and soak up the steam. The shower water is spraying down on my legs, beckoning me into the stream of heat. I want to go home. But sadly, I don’t know where home is. I don’t even know if the place I came from could even be called home. I just don’t understand what’s happening.

I had a life. I’m pretty sure of it. I have a lingering feeling that my world was… was… what?

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I turn the water off and grab a towel, wrap it around my body, then lean over the vanity and wipe a circle of steam from the mirror.

“Who are you?” I ask the girl staring back.

She has olive-colored skin, dark hair, amber eyes—darkened by the hair framing my face—and she looks sad.

Do I feel sad?

I’m not sure. It’s hard to put a label on my emotions right now. I just know I don’t want to be here. I don’t think I want to know this man.

But I don’t want to be alone, either.

I want whatever it was I had.

It’s stupid, I understand that. It’s stupid because I don’t even know what I had. But this… this place, this guy, this situation. It all feels wrong.

I sigh, then turn away from the stranger in the mirror and grab some clothes out of the bags and start pulling tags off things.

It’s just clothes, but I don’t want to wear them.

And yet I have to. I have no choice unless I want to put that stupid uniform back on. At least that’s something I came with.

They’re not mine either, though. Clearly, I am not Phil.

I allow myself to smile at that because it’s all I can do.

Another sharp pain shoots though my head, but this time it’s so severe, I double over and sink to my knees.

Sadie, Sadie, Sadie, Sadie…

There’s a voice in my mind, but it’s not my voice.

My vision flashes. Like static across a screen. A bolt of electricity that comes with crackling sound. I feel like a receiver trying to accept a transmission.

Sadie, Sadie, Sadie, Sadie…

“What?” I yell. “Who are you?”

But there’s no answer. Just static.

Transmission failed.

The word blips across my eyes, but disappears so fast, I’m not sure if it was real, or I made it up.