Forget.

Chapter 15

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He stumbles back and I back away quickly, stumbling into Seth and Roman.

Camera crews rush to us.

I squint into the darkness, trying to identify the attacker.

I hear sounds of struggle but I seem lost in space, unable to move.

Seth is blasted away from me by another force.

Roman is smashed into a car and I am thrown on the hard ground.

My back hits first and my head follows.

I am immediately in a fade, unable to move or speak.

I look up at the stars, drowning the yells and hollers of the fight.

A red pill is slipped in my mouth and the yelling dies down.

The pill slides down my throat uncontrollably and someone grabs my feet.

Another wraps their muscular arms under my armpits and they carry me together like that.

I close my eyes, wishing for this thing to end when I am thrown in the back of the old pick up truck.

They wrap me in rough fabric, and lean me against the back wall of the truck.

I begin to think about what just happened... But I can't.

Nothing happened.

I was walking out and now I'm in a truck.

I realized now, that I had started to forget.

I try to roll out of the truck, but I am tucked tightly.

We drive on the highway.

I wonder where the police are.

There were camera crews filming...

Perhaps they thought all of this was a joke after...

What...

What did I do to make me more famous?

I bang my head into the truck side trying to remember.

"Calm down back there, darlin. We are going home." Bray shouts from the passenger seat.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck it's you!" I scream.

I hit my head several times again and dent the car.

I pull my chin down so it lays on my chest, and slowly pout there.

I was going back.

Bray had won.

Dean wasn't going to be able to save me this time.

I was his.

I bang my head against the side once again, aching for provocation from Bray.

"Darlin. I'm not stopping. Your just hurting yourself." He yells.

"Good!" I scream, banging my head harder.

I feel my concussion slowly begin to worsen as the force of the blow increases.

I rock onto my knees and continue more affectively hitting my head harder.

I moan and cry as I do so, the pain excrusiatingly overpowering.

Bray slowly pulls off the highway and moves back.

I feel bruises on my head and eye forming.

He circles around the truck and climbs on.