Chapter 2 - 30 Years Into the Past
"How dare you!"
The loud slapping sound cracked through the hallway like a gunshot, drawing gasps from a few students who hadn’t yet left the school grounds.
Matthew staggered back, one hand flying to his cheek, the sting radiating outward like fire. His eyes widened—not from the pain, but from the sight in front of him.
Her.
Catherine. In a school uniform again. Her hair was pulled up in a lazy ponytail, her eyes sharp, mouth curled into a sneer.
"You think you can buy me with this?" she snapped, holding up the shiny black credit card like it was something gross. "Is that all women are to you, just something you pay for? Is that it, Matthew!?"
Matthew opened his mouth, but no words came out.
He was too busy drowning in the storm crashing inside his skull. He died. He remembered dying.
This isn’t right. He saw her. She watched him die. She stood there with Lenox, and Kyle. She said Kyle wasn’t his... she said... His thoughts churned as he thought about the things that he could recall before ’dying’. What is going on? He mumbled as he looked around.
He turned his eyes back to the hallway ahead.
Familiar mahogany doors lined the walls—classrooms, lounges, and staff offices. At the far end of the corridor was a wide glass window that overlooked the campus courtyard. Beyond that were fountains, manicured gardens, and the circular driveway where luxury cars were often parked in rows. He could remember it now.