Dangerous Intuition by Tasha Kessler (read after TXT) 📕

came close, though, the fear I felt that was caused by the vision it’s self.

“It was just a really vivid night mare. And I sleep with my eyes open sometimes…” I sounded as dazed and confused as I felt. I needed to get a handle on this thing. Soon. “You're lying.” The man’s voice came from the other side of the room. There, standing by the door stood a massive figure. Built and obviously menacing. Dark eyes and brown curly hair. I hadn’t even noticed anyone else in the room. “What do you mean?” I asked. It’s not like it was my best lying, but considering the fact that they didn’t know me I thought it was pretty believable. “No it’s not” he said sounding a bit bored. “I’m sorry? It’s not what?” what was he talking about? “I’m talking about you lying about your visions and then thinking it was believable. And before you ask- Yes I can hear what you’re thinking.” I was dumbfounded. I looked over and saw the maid lying knocked out on the floor. “Who are you?” I asked him. I was not afraid but there were warning signals going off in my head, and it was hard to drown them out. “I’m your father, Megan. And those warning signals are your instincts telling you that I’m dangerous.” Everything froze. Time. Air. Everything that is made up of any type of matter or idea had stilled in that moment of time. This was my father? Everything flashed forward starting time and space once again. Almost going faster now, catching up to the time it should be. “Please don’t do that again.” The menacing voice- My father, said. I was confused. Had that really happened? I thought it was just my brain adjusting to the news. Giving its self time to catch up. It had really happened? I had made it happen? What was going on? “Yes. It happened… sort of, and you made it happen. I can explain everything- and teach you how to use it. All of it- If you’ll let me.”

“All of it? What do you mean? There’s more? More than freezing time and seeing the past and the future? And- The reading minds thing- I can do that too?” My father shows up out of nowhere and I find out that my ‘gift’ is not only genetic, but vastly more complicated than I had either experienced or expected. What else was there that I didn’t know. “A lot. There’s a lot you don’t know, and a lot you don’t want to know. Yes you will be able to read minds as I do at some point when you and your ‘intuition’ are more mature and developed. We are what you would call psychic, telepathic, and time benders. You will be able to do all these things one day- and more, if you let me teach you. Megan, it's time you learned your origins.”
Origins

Origins. ‘A place where something begins. Properties attributable to your ancestry. An event that is a beginning. The source of something's existence or from which it derives or is derived. The first existence or beginning of anything; the birth.’

All these describe the definition of one word… but none better than the last. ‘The birth.’ I had looked up the word in my dictionary, hoping to find whatever hidden meaning I was unaware of. Hoping that something would grab me and trigger some form of understanding for the word aside from the one I already knew. I found what I had gone looking for. The words stuck out at me, haunting me, almost as much as the word they defined.

The way he had said it, caressing the word like it was something more meaningful than it’s definitions, reminded me of someone else that I didn’t like. He had a slight hint of the same accent as my psychiatrist from my previous life in the mental institution. He gave off the same creepy feeling. The feeling that something was not right here. The ‘warning signals’ as he called them, telling me that he was dangerous.

Why now? After years of wondering and questioning the absence of my father. Years of thinking I wasn’t good enough to stick around for. I had finally came to terms that it was him that wasn’t good enough, and now, the same night I find out what he had done to my mother… why show up now? “What do you mean? What have I done to your mother?” He sat in silence as I let my mind play for him the conversation with my mother from earlier that night. His face grew first horrified and then angry finally ending in sadness. “Oh.” He clinched his fists at his sides. So tightly I could see the white on his knuckles. “Oh? All you can say is ‘oh’?” This angered me. This man raped my mother and when confronted about it all he could say was ‘Oh.’ It disgusted me. “I never raped you mother!” He nearly screamed before regaining control. “Only in every way that counts.” I sneered at him. “No…. I loved your mother. She said she loved me. She never said no, she never stopped me.” His eyes were round orbs, unblinking and horrified. Hurt by my mother’s accusation. “She was thinking it. You read minds. Just because she didn’t say it out loud doesn’t me she didn’t say it. There’s no excuse… Not with you.” I looked at him with as much loathing as one would give to an animal who had just killed an infant. He was the same in my eyes. A beast who had attacked an innocent soul. He turned and walked away. “Yours was the first mind I read Megan.” He dropped something on the TV stand and left.

I got up to lock the door and tripped over the maid still lying on the floor unconscious. Crap. Did she faint or something? One minute she was freaking out asking if she should call 911 and the next she was laying on the floor. I checked her breathing to make sure she was still alive, and then dragged her out my door double locking it behind me. I called management to let them know their maid had panicked and passed out in the hallway when she heard me screaming in my ‘sleep’. I hope no one saw me dragging her out of my room and called the cops thinking it was a dead body or something. That would be my luck. Get locked up in jail only three weeks after being released from hell. I slammed my door open again and double checked to make sure she was still breathing, and then I sat down in my doorway to wait for management. A full ten minutes passed and no one showed up. She was still passed out in the hallway. This can’t be normal. There had to be something wrong, no one stayed passed out this long unless they were either in a coma or drugged.

Ugh. Mental head slap. Had he drugged her? Shit. I dragged her back into my room and then called management again. “Not that you care about your employees or anything, but she’s ok now. Thanks for stopping by to check on her.” I yelled sarcastically into the phone and hung up, slamming the phone down as hard as I could. I walked over to the TV and grabbed what my father had dropped on top of it and called the number on the card.

“Hello?” he sounded upset and his voice cracked as if he had been crying. “Hi.” I said as civil as I could given the circumstances. He had raped my mother and vanished afterwards taking no responsibility for his actions or his child. He had broken into my hotel room twenty-three years later, drugged my maid and left. “What the hell did you do to the maid?” I heard him mutter something not even fit for my ears and then he said “Sorry. I forgot about that. I’ll be right there…. Don’t move her.” And then the line went dead. Crap. Should I tell him that I had already moved her? Twice? How could moving her hurt anyway? “Shit, Megan. You moved her?” He rushed over and checked her pulse, “It’s gonna be a whole hell of a lot harder to get her to come back around now.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a needle. “Put some water in the syringe.” He handed it to me, “Now, Please?” I did as I was told but I wasn’t sure how water would help her wake up. “It’s not just water…” He took the syrenge and poked it through a small glass vile that had some kind of powder in it, squeezing the water into it. He shook the vile and then repeated the process in reverse, sucking the pink liquid back in through the needle. “Oh.” I had seen them do this at the hospital, but never with tap water.

He stuck the needle strait into her heart and told me to back up. After a few min he gave her a few chest compressions and checked her pulse again. Her breathing accelerated and I backed up even farther. What did he just give her? What had he given her before? “Adrenaline. It speeds up the heart rate and will help her burn off the other drug faster. I put it straight into her heart because you moved her. She shouldn’t have been moved. It’s my fault. I forgot she was even here.” The maid started to move, moaning a bit. She was starting to come around. And then I saw him blur. Just like the vision I had of Dr. Argyros. But this was real. Not a vision. Not intuition. It was only a split second but when he stood it was so fast that the movement was actually blurry. I got chills. What was he? “You don’t wanna know.” And then he was gone.

Understanding

What was he? What was I for that matter? I didn’t know who I was anymore.