FAZER LOGINIt's never truly an ending IN GRIPPED UPON SECRET, not when there is so much to unpack. Many secrets are meant to be uncovered and Casey's journey has only just begun. Stay tuned for more..
The moment I woke up, a couple of minutes ago, I was the most eager to leave this place. It relieved me greatly, to know that despite the strain and exhaustion my body is currently under, dizziness was gone. With steady feet now, I approach the window at the far end of the room, wanting to a glimpse of the outside. The room is small, but fit for a single person. There's barely any furniture and the light must be old, with the way it's brightness doesn't provide satisfactory light in the room.Trees are the first I see, many trees.I'm in the middle of nowhere, great.I am high up, that much I can tell and no matter the urge to slip out the window, I can't be reckless. I hurt my head when I fell and I can't afford to cause any more damage. It's a little frustrating to not know what time it is nor have a phone with me. So all in all, nothing seems to be on my side. Being in an unfamiliar place, one belonging to the kind of person whose intentions have not been clear from the start, put
CASEY'S P.O.V..Pain shot throughout my body as I pulled back into consciousness. I'm both exhausted and in pain.It hurts to move but I'm motivated to wake up completely.I have a feeling that I'm being watched and I want to know who it is.So, I push through that heaviness in my eyes and open them. It takes a couple of blinks and look around me, to adjust to my surroundings. This is not home.So where am I?And what happened?Immediately the past events flush back into mind, shocking me awake even further. It's like I've been hit by a wave or current. Blake turning into a werewolf. Other werewolves and the attack. I fell and that's it.I sit up fast but soon learn to regret it when my head starts spinning. One hand grips the bed while the other reaches out to touch my head.It's wrapped tightly in a bandage. Who---"You're finally awake." A familiar voice says, gaining my attention.I look to my left and it's Selena. She has no scarf around her head now, I can see her long dar
A baking session at Casey Jay's home later that night, had been the plan. Alan was at fault for last minute planning and he knew he had a lot of explaining to do. Kayla, who in normal circumstances would be the first one to ask questions, took a different direction. This time she took the lead in explaining to the others the reason, Alan made that move.'Something is happening with Casey, she doesn't seem okay and we've decided to not sit back but intervene.' Those were her words.It was enough for everyone to agree, that they intended on showing Casey that they were there, for whatever she needed.Alan on the other hand, desired to do more. The reason was not in the belief that he could do more than others, but he genuinely invested in Casey's story.He'd been antsy the whole day, thinking about her.He had no idea what made him feel so uneasy today of all days, at first he thought he was overreacting by showing up at her home, but after that visit, he had every reason to. She might
'I'm not crazy. I'm really not crazy. It's all true.'The words repeat themselves in my mind while I cry as reality sinks in deeper each time.I sink down to my knees, my body and mind overwhelmed."I'm not crazy. It was real this whole time.". I mumble to myself, head down and shaking slightly.My hands grip the grass below me, needing something to hold onto.I repeat the same thing, being stuck in my head. it feels like I'm unalive, like I'm elsewhere other than the forest. It all seems so unreal.It's as if someone will wake me up and tell me it's all a dream.I need somebody to pinch me but there is none. I continue chanting the same thing, being unaware of the werewolf's approach until it's close.The sight of its paw comes into my view and I freeze on the spot.I can hear it breathing, the heaviness of its gaze pressing me further into the ground. I'm scared to even look up and meet its eyes.A mental debate is all I manage to do.A growl from it demands my attention.I slowly l
I miss him and I want to talk to him.He's been so busy lately, that communication between us has been short. It's not his fault really. I'm pretty sure that so much is expectant of him and knowing Ethan, he will put in the work to get things done.I admire that about him, the dedication always shows. I only wish we would have more time to talk, even if it's on call. I feel like I really need him.I need to voice out what's from within in order to free myself from this heaviness I am feeling inside.I need him now more than ever.I try to get a hold, each call going straight through to voice male, leaving me feeling discouraged.After the third attempt, I let out a sigh.Instead of throwing my phone aside, I leave a voice message.Hopefully when he gets back to me, he'll have time to talk."Ethan_(I breathe out, voice shaky a bit)._ Can you call me later? I need to talk to you. There are some things I need us to discuss, they are about me. I-I don't know-just please call me as soon a
He knows my name. Let me guess, mom.I completely turn around to face him."And you are....""Joe, a close friend of your mom." He does a little bow, a smirk in place."Mom never mentioned you to me." I say while keeping a straight face.He nods as if he expected me to say this."Well, now that we are here, we can mark this as an official meeting."What does this man want?And how did he find me?I hope he didn't follow me, because that would be down right creepy.Nothing connects us, so I don't see why he wants to talk to me.When he takes a step closer, I take one back.Personal space is still a thing and I think he needs a clear reminder.Amusement flashes in his eyes when he notices, but it quickly vanishes."I mean no harm.""You're a stranger, no guarantees there." I say, voice flat."Okay then, how about we chat for a minute?" He gestures to the bench between us."I'm here with someone, would hate to keep them waiting. Maybe next time." I start walking away, not waiting for his







