Todos os capítulos de The Curse of the Seasons: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

HarleyYou know those cheesey romantic movies where the young couple get caught in the rain and end up making passionate love? Well, this felt like that. One moment I was standing by the window of the small room, looking out at the rain soaked landscape below and feeling waves of sadness. I was meant to know this place. It was meant to be familiar. And yet it wasn't. I started to worry that my memory would never return. Even though Cole had filled me in on as much as he could, the knowledge that my life will always be in danger because of an ability I didn't even know I had was discomforting. Cole had explained that we would be in danger - all four of us "SAWS Project" kids - until all of the research is destroyed and the military are given a reason to leave us alone. "We're stronger together," Cole had explained to Jay and myself as we had sat around the kitchen table, late last night. "That's why I have been searching for the others - I would never be able to face them alone."I

HarleyJay was drunk. I could tell by the way he answered the phone, the slight slurr of his words as he told me to "just stay safe" and that he'd see me the next day. I guess his five year sobriety chip was well and truly down the toilet. I plonked down in Emily's high backed office chair and rested my head in my hands, struggling to keep myself together. Too much was happening at once, too many life changes. I'd come to learn that I sucked when it came to processing and handling change - and the person I usually would have gone to to discuss all this stuff was drowning his own chaos in a bottle of spirits. I guessed I could have called Tanner, but Tanner would want to help me by getting involved and that could only ever end in disaster. He was too impulsive and would definitely land me in some sort of trouble.I sighed and stared at the hideous doll on Emily's desk, it's large vacant eyes mocking me. "If only you knew half of the shit I've been through in the last few days, maybe

Harley Pain shot through my skull, a stabbing pain that seemed to engulf my whole body even though a part of me knew that it was only my head that had been injured. I slowly pried open my eyes, my vision blurred for a few moments before it settled and I was able to take in my surroundings.  It looked like I was lying in someone's garden shed - bags of fertiliser and compost stacked against one wall with an assortment of plant pots and an ancient lawnmower against another. I was lying on a pile of empty sacks and it made my skin crawl to think of how many bugs were probably hiding in the crevices of the shed.  Pushing myself up slowly, I managed to sit up as my head swirled and I fought the dizziness which threatened to overwhelm me. A tickling feeling on my cheek m

ColeI cannot explain the feeling of knowing you've spent years searching for someone, only to have them stolen from your grasp. The moment Jay told me that the Rebels’ leader - a notorious bastard they called Bandit - had Harley and that they were holding her hostage until he paid back money he stole from them prior to his incarceration I knew that it was bad. And then he confided that he had been working with a police investigator trying to nail the Rebels for transporting and selling drugs. I wanted to throttle him. I wanted to put my hands around his neck and squeeze until his eyes bulged. It was probably a good thing that his sponsor arrived at that moment and insisted that Jay stay with him for a couple of days. He needed to get a handle on his addiction and I needed to get a handle on my emotions.The temperature in the house had dropped substantially and I took pleasure in watching Jay shiver with the cold as he stuffed clothing into a bag. Every breath he let out resulted i

Harley I ran as fast as I could away from the shed, not daring to look back until I had broken through the trees and found myself blocked by a cattle fence, four strands of wire running parallel to each other and secured to iron posts. I easily slipped through the fence and walked steadily between the cows, every breath I took came out ragged.  In the centre of the field, I fell to my knees as the emotions poured out of me. The fact that I had almost been assaulted played over and over in my mind and I felt dirty. I rubbed at my skin where Julian had touched me, feeling as if his lips had tainted my flesh.  I screamed in anger as the feeling just wouldn't subside. The cows glanced at me before they lazily moved away, chewing their cud at a safe distance from the ma