Determinant -Guardians of Vesturon [3] Read Free Page B

assaulted my mind. I had always been able to pick up bits and pieces of things others were thinking, but now it was as if an information highway had been opened between us and I could hear everything in his head. It scared me because his thoughts were so vile and filled with absolute hatred. What have I done to him to make him hate me so? But wait…how could I be hearing his thoughts so clearly? I shook with fear. I had experienced this from time to time, but never like this. It was so… explicit!
    I fell back on my bottom and dropped my head into my hands. I have to get out of here! It was imperative that I put some distance between this man and me. His thoughts were so nasty and vicious they were making me tremble.
    I slowly stood, still dizzy from his words and stumbled to the garage. My paltry belongings were strewn across the floor, making it obvious to me he hadn’t cared if he had broken anything in the process. One by one, I placed everything into my car. It was pitiful that everything I owned fit into the trunk and back seat of a Toyota Corolla.
    The car cranked on and I backed out of the driveway and away from the only home I had ever known. I made it as far as the parking space of a nearby church. My tears were blurring my vision, making it impossible for me to drive.
    I dropped my head to the steering wheel and cried. Where can I go? What will I do? I had to work in the morning. Could I stay here and sleep in my car? What would I do for a shower? I didn’t have many close friends. My parents always discouraged any of my friendships and the few times I had spent the night out, I was never asked back. I’m positive now it was because I never reciprocated. I was never allowed to.
    This sheer helplessness was overwhelming. As I sat there, I began to think about my ability to hear my father’s thoughts. It was frightening because I had literally been reading his mind. Was it because he hated me so? Was it a temporary thing? Or would it plague me forever? What is wrong with me? I was a freak…I had always felt I was different but now I knew for sure. Maybe that’s why they hated me so much. Maybe they had known about this aberration all along…maybe that’s why they had deposited me in the attic, segregating me from little Tommy and Sarah. They didn’t want me to infect them with whatever it was that possessed me. Maybe I was possessed…maybe the devil had invaded me. I didn’t feel evil. It was all so confusing. My head was throbbing.
    I must have slipped into a light sleep because I awakened to someone tapping on my window. Whoever it was had one of those LED flashlights and he was shining it in my eyes, blinding me. My spirits briefly rose when I thought that perhaps it was my dad, coming to take me home.
    I shifted my head so the beam from the light would not be directly in my eyes and realized there was a police officer standing next to my car.
    “Miss, roll your window down please,” he ordered.
    I immediately complied. “Yes, officer.”
    The police always made me nervous and on top of my earlier episode, I found myself trembling. My heart was hammering in my chest, threatening to explode. I dragged my fisted hands across my eyes and face in a futile attempt to wipe away the mascara that I was sure had streaked down my cheeks.
    “Miss, what are you doing here?”
    “Um, nothing sir. I was just sitting.”
    “May I see your driver’s license and registration?”
    I fumbled around a bit before my hands landed on the required items.
    “According to this, you live right around the corner from here. Is there any reason in particular why you’re parked here?”
    “No officer.”
    “I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the car.”
    I did as he asked.
    “Miss, have you been drinking?”
    “No sir. I don’t drink.” I dropped my head and stared at my twisting fingers.
    “Hmm.” He cocked his head to the side, inspecting me. I was assaulted by his thoughts and I immediately responded