Awen Storm by O J Barré

Author:O J Barré [Barré, O J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781733273633
Publisher: PeaceMakers Publishing
Published: 2020-05-29T16:00:00+00:00

The Last Straw

Settling in for meditation, Patty followed Shalane’s instructions. She didn’t hate it quite as much anymore, but she still didn’t get why it was necessary. As instructed, she slid down her energetic roots and connected to the earth. But as she turned to go back up, she found herself in the lizard-man’s body again.

This time, there were others like him. They were hurrying to escape Shibboleth, a warlord of great power and cruelty who was plotting to kill the humans and take over Earth. They ran through a burning city with its nauseating odor and foul alien beings. Struggling to wake up, Patty came to with a start.

Shalane’s eyes were closed; the backs of her hands rested on her knees. Patty hugged herself and shuddered. Why was she seeing things? The visions were real, as real as Shalane. But why did they keep changing, progressing? Was the earth really in danger? Should she tell Shalane?

As if hearing Patty’s thoughts, Shalane opened one eye. “You’re staring, Patrika. Why aren’t you meditating?”

“Because I saw something. Or rather, was something. A lizard-man.” Shalane’s eyes narrowed and her lips thinned. Patty could feel the disapproval pouring from her. “Remember, Shalane? I told you about it. I keep dreaming about him. Or, about being him. I think the lizard-creatures are plotting to overtake Earth.”

Shalane eyed her coolly, one eyebrow cocked. “Whatever you say, dear.”

Anger shot through Patty. She was sick and tired of being dismissed.

“NO!” she screeched. “This is real, Shalane. It has to be. It is not just a dream. I keep being in his head and body. And it changes every time. Like I’m living his life. Only this time—”

“Shut up,” Shalane growled. “I won’t listen to this. You’re just trying to get a rise out of me. I’m not biting, Patty. If you’re done with meditation, please leave so that I can continue in peace.”

Patty gaped at her and leapt from the uncomfortable chair. “You know, Shalane? Screw you. You’re just as bad as my mom and stepdad. I don’t need this shit. First chance I get, I’m outta here.”

Shalane’s face turned a brilliant shade of scarlet. “Well, Miss Bitch, don’t let the door hit you in the ass. Go pack your things. I’m putting you on the next flight to L.A..

Patty slammed the door behind her and resisted the urge to skip. That had been a lot easier than she thought it would be. She hurried to her bedroom and threw all the clothes and pretty things Shalane had bought her into the expensive suitcase. She rescued childhood pictures from the dresser and her bedraggled bunny from the unmade bed and stuffed them in the suitcase, then wheeled it to the front of the bus.

In the kitchen, Patty quietly opened the freezer door and extracted the fat wad of cash from the fake strawberry bag. She slid it inside her pants pocket, and jump sky-high when her phone dinged.

It was a text from Shalane. “I’m sorry, Patrika. Please forgive me.

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