#Chapter65
Sounds prod at my sleeping head, but nothing wakes me, not until I hear the bedroom door open.
The scent fogs my mind and I struggle to get up, feeling like my body weighs ten times heavier than normal. /"James?/" I croak.
Everything is quite a blur until I am yanked up by my arm. Like being splashed with water, I panic into a state of alertness, my heart shooting forward along with my body. The grip is tight and unfamiliar, yet the scent grows familiar so I look up. It looks like James, but some odd version of him. My eyes struggle to focus and everything seems to vibrate. It takes a second or two until I realize it's his father, but by then he's forcing me to my feet.
My legs refuse to work along with my head, but his father doesn't stop.
/"What are—What are you doing here? What are you doing?/" I grumble, regaining my body back. /"James isn't here./"