Broken Whispers

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Chapter 16

"Avery?" Faye called out before she could stop herself, twisting herself out of the grip Kellan still had on her. Avery's gaze instantly found hers, a soft smile on his face as he moved from where he was perched, a jeaned leg falling to the floor as he stood. His gaze flicked from hers to Kellan's and Faye's skin prickled like ants were crawling across them.

"What are you doing here?" Avery commanded but his gaze was still fixated on Kellan as if the poor guy could hear him.

"Could ask you the same question?" Kellan replied, tone sharp as his eyes bore into Avery's, pools of blue colliding like crashing waves. Faye felt as confusion spiralled through her, making her thoughts feel disjointed as she looked back and forth between the pair. How were they talking? No one had ever been able to see Avery and yet Kellan seemed to have just replied to him? She staggered a little towards the counter as her breath caught in her chest, the pair oblivious as they continued to glare at one another.

"No. You can not," Avery growled, stalking towards Kellan, his eyes flashing like thunderstorms. His jawline tensed as he came to a standstill in front of him, his hands echoing the motion as they curled into fists at his sides.

"You have to be invited into her life. It is the law."

Avery's laughter boomed around the room, the sound seeming to echo as Faye tried to focus on what was happening. Her hand fell to her wrist, instantly dancing across the beads on her bracelet.

"I,2,3,4,5,6,7," she muttered, her fingers and tone frantic as fear clung to every breath. She realised quickly and heavily that this must be an episode, it was the only explanation. Yet she couldn't even pinpoint its start. Faye desperately tried to grapple with her tangled memories of the evening, trying to remember if anything had been out of place. Blue leaves, dancing snowflakes, random rainclouds in the sky. Nothing jumped out at her but to be honest, her brain wasn't exactly trustworthy right now.

"My tablets. I need my tablets," she continued, words barely a whisper as her hand stilled on her bracelet, reaching out across the countertop in front of her as her eyes scanned her surroundings. Her hands clattered across the surface as she turned her attention away from the men, palms smacking against the empty spaces haphazardly.

When she still couldn't find them, Faye moved her attention to her brown bedside table that was now cluttered with half-filled glasses of stagnant water and crisp packets. She tried to slide her fingers in-between the items gracefully but her hands held a slight tremble as she searched. Her left hand caught a glass as she tried to shift a blue book that she had had every intention of reading weeks ago, but that still apparently lay unopened on top of the table.

The sound of glass meeting the wooden floor felt muffled, Faye barely registering it against the screams of panic in her mind. She had to find her tablets. Then this would all be over and everything could go back to how it was. A perfect evening with her perfect boyfriend.

She stared at the puddle on the floor, the water pulsing forward and backwards, trickling out of the glass once it stopped moving. Faye made no attempt to clean it up, her mind still focused on one thing.

Finding her fucking tablets!

"Faye?" Avery's voice pulled at her but she ignored it, focusing on her desk, praying her bottle of pills would be neatly tucked away in the draw. She felt as he moved towards her and she spun, eyes wide with a pointed finger up near his face.

"Don't touch me," she seethed, despite knowing she was angry at herself. He didn't choose when he appeared, he wasn't real. Her choice had been. She had ignored her illness trying to pretend she was something she wasn't. A normal person. She would never be normal.

Avery held his hands up in front of him as if she were a bear, intent on scratching his face off. Faye stared at him for a moment, hand still contorted to a single point before spinning and offering him her back whilst she continued to search.

Faye didn't care about the disarray that echoed her movements, throwing papers and clothes out of drawers before moving on to the next possible hiding place. She tried to remember when exactly she had last even taken them and that's when it hit her. Her makeup bag. That's where she had hidden them so she could take them every night before she went to sleep in the secrecy of the toilet.

She grappled over her bed, diving her hand down the side, begging her fingertips to glance the purple shiny material. At first, she felt nothing but before she gave up and attempted to fully submerse herself under the bed, her fingers wrapped around a cool, hard zip.

"Faye? What's the matter?" Kellan's voice felt like bricks against her chest and her movements stilled. She tried to craft a sentence but the words seemed to evaporate like snowflakes on a warm pavement. She couldn't explain to him what was the matter. It was too much, too heavy, too crazy to even attempt. So instead she said nothing, tightening her grip on the makeup bag that felt like a bomb against her palm.

She twisted herself upon the bed ungracefully, clutching the purple bag close to her chest as if it contained all of her secrets, because if she was honest it felt like it did. Kellan moved towards her and she bolted upright towards the door, as if she could simply stroll out of this room and down the hallway to the bathroom like nothing had happened. Avery stepped in her path, his eyes boring into hers, a silent plea to just wait. To calm down and not do anything rash.

"Faye. Can we just talk for a second," Avery begged, his hand falling to her arm. Faye squeezed her eyes shut, trying her best to ignore how real he felt when his warmth danced across her skin.

"No," she breathed, fighting the tears that threatened to spill and make her look even crazier. She tried to ground herself but the words of Dr billows responded loudly in her ears, frustrating her.

5 ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ
4 ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ
3 ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ
2 ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ
1 ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ

But the problem with that was that Faye could see Avery. His blonde hair that fell messily across his brow, his beautiful blue eyes, his pink lips, his soft, light skin, every line of his body was ingrained into her memory.

She could feel Avery. His touch on her arm right now, but also the feel of his breath hot on her neck when he whispered in her ear, his warmth when he held her and the sensation that danced across her skin every time he touched her.

She could hear every word he said, every shout, every whisper. She could hear his laugh, hear when his tone changed, when he held back tears when he was upset, all of it.

Faye could even smell Avery. He smelt of sunshine and happiness, apples and cinnamon. And Faye knew, if she was ever brave enough to kiss him...she would taste him.

So the 5 point scale never helped calm the torrent of emotions that ravaged her when Faye was in Avery's presence. It only made her feel more confused and frightened of her own, fractured mind.

"Faye. Look at me," he commanded, but his tone was still soft, his grip gentle as his hand drifted down to hers.

"Back up," Kellan commanded and Faye's eyes shot open to find his, anger bubbling beneath the surface as they flicked to Avery. Kellan's hand pulled Avery's away as he pushed his way slightly in between them, "she said no."

"I heard. I'm not deaf."

"No just stupid. And a cheat."

"I am no cheat. I'm summer-born remember, ice doesn't run in my veins like it does in yours."

"No instead fire courses through yours. It burns everything around it to the ground."

"None of you are making any sense. Can you just go? I need you to go," Faye stated, emotion thick in her voice. She just wanted quiet. She wanted to take her meds and just lay numbly on her bed and let the darkness take her away for a while.

"I'm not leaving you," Avery stated as Kellan turned and gave him his back, anger heavy in his movements as he focused instead on Faye.

"Neither am I. I need to talk to you."

"We can talk in the morning. I just want you to leave. Please," Faye pleaded, knowing the best course of action was to remove Kellan from this scenario.

"No. I need to talk to you."

"She said she wants you to leave. Don't be a sore loser now," Avery replied, a smile on his face and in his tone. Faye glared at him, wishing he would just stay quiet instead of continuing to make everything worse.

"Shut up Avery," Faye retorted, "if I could make you go then I would."

"What does she mean by that?" Kellan asked, the anger dissipating a little as confusion flooded his features. At some point Avery had moved around her as he was now looking rather relaxed on her bed, half lent on the headboard with his legs crossed at the ankles, arms cushioning his head.

"She thinks I'm a hallucination," Avery replied, trying to sound nonchalant but Faye could hear the tinge of sadness that clung to every word.


"She thinks she is crazy."

"Avery. Shut up!" Faye shouted, her eyes pulsing with hatred as he spilt all of her secrets into the air.

"She takes medication to stop me. But obviously, it never works. Because I'm not a hallucination. Just like you aren't."

"Well of course he isn't. People can see him, Avery, unlike you," Faye explained, forgetting for a moment that none of this was real.

"Well, well, well. Look who is cheating now. You haven't told her anything, have you? You've invaded her life and never once told her exactly why you are in it. And not only that but you've broken Fae rule. You've been glamouring yourself," Avery accused as he sat upright, his legs swinging off the side of the bed as he leant forward, a bigger smile spreading across his face.

"I've invaded her life? Tell me, Avery, how long have you been in hers? Long enough to drive her insane clearly. She thinks she is crazy because of you! Is that some sort of tactic? To stop her being able to choose me?"

"Hey. Just stop it!"

Avery shot up like a flash of lightning, squaring up to Kellan as his fists curled into tight fists at his side.

"Leave now!" Avery growled, "before I do something I'll regret."

"Go on then. Break another rule."

"I said stop it!" Faye shouted again but it once more fell upon deaf ears. She staggered back a little, mentally and emotionally exhausted as her legs hit the base of her bed and she allowed it to catch her as her legs gave out beneath her.

"I don't give a shit about the rules. She is the only thing that matters."

"You don't get to say that. She isn't yours. She shouldn't matter to you at all! She is meant to be mine. She was almost mine."

"Faye doesn't belong to you."

"That's not what I meant and you know it. Stop twisting my words."

Faye stared at the pair of them as they seemed moments from attacking one another, neither backing down and neither willing to listen to Faye and to just leave her alone. All she wanted was for it all to stop.

She slowly unzipped the purple makeup bag that still lay cradled in her hands. Her fingers found the tub of pills blindly yet easily and instead of counting just one out, she let a few more spill out onto her palm.

"Faye?" Avery's voice pulled her gaze towards him just like it always did. His dropped to her hand as he effortlessly moved around Kellan, coming to a stop as he crouched down by her legs, hands coming to a rest on her knees, his thumb trapping her wrist a little where the pills lay nestled.

"What's wrong with her?" Kellan asked, voice holding a slight tinge of annoyance.

"Would you just stop talking? For once, before we lose her altogether."

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