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Thank you again for sticking around with me on this ride. I still don't know where it's going or how long it will last! Hope you enjoy the ride!
Liberty's mother wrapped her arms around me, squeezing with surprising strength. The smell of alcohol made my stomach turn. I kept waiting for Liberty to come to the forefront, take over, and as her mother led me into the trailer, I was ready to hand over the reigns.
But Liberty stayed quiet, wrapped in the safety of my subconscious. I felt that she was watching and waiting.
I was pulled to a worn out and cracked leather sofa and almost pushed into a seat. Liberty's mom sat down beside me and took my hand.
"I knew you'd come back to me one day. The cops came and told me you were gone, but I knew they were wrong. Could feel it in here." She placed a palm on my chest where my heart was. Her hand was cold and it sent a shiver through my body.
I gently took her hand and moved it. "I'm sorry, but you're mistaken. My name's Elizabeth, I was friends with Liberty." The words felt awkward in my mouth, and I could sense Liberty's slight resentment at my choice of words. "I just wanted to check on you."
She stared at me, her eyes turning into barely visible slits of concentration. Leaning back in her seat she crossed her arms and then burst into a hoarse laugh. "You think I can't judge my daughter when I see her? I know Liberty's there with you. Aren't you, sugar?"
She leaned toward me until our faces were almost touching. My eyes were watering from the fume of her breath.
"Aren't you?" She whispered.
I opened my eyes, confused and lost. It was pitch black, and the windows were all dark. It must be past nightfall. I pushed myself up and banged my elbow and a table. My eyes were starting to adjust to the dark, and I saw that I was on the floor of the trailer.
Standing up, I tried to work my way to the wall so I could find a light switch. Something wasn't right, and I could feel the unease building. I heard a noise behind me and turned.
For a moment, I saw a ghostly shape standing before me. It rushed toward me, and I instinctively flinched back. It wasn't until it overcame me that I realized for a few brief moments I had been alone in my head. Liberty had left.
But now she was back.
"Just leave." She said softly inside my mind.
"What just happened?" I asked her.
"Just get in the car and take us away from here."
I turned and started walking out. When I reached the front door, I could see the switch next to it and reached out my hand. I could feel Liberty fighting the motion and trying to keep us moving forward. Slowly I was able to touch the switch and turn on the lights.
Liberty gave up the fight and I stumbled with the strain I had been using. Turning around I looked at the room.
In the corner as if she had been trying to reach the next room was a woman. It was Liberty's mother. I took a hesitant step forward, thinking she must have drunk herself into a stupor.
Then I saw the blood.