Winter of Discontent (Four Seasons Book 1)

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something to help humiliate me; she’d done it before with other girls that had tried to get in with her. Anyway, I let you see it through. It would be about 5 p.m. – you’d seen me on the balcony …’
    ‘No. No. I saw you on the balcony just before I left. It was about 8 p.m. not 5 p.m.’ I argued.
    ‘Let me finish, please.’
    I was annoyed as I knew what time it was and it wasn’t 5 p.m. I could feel a lie coming on, so I figured I’d just let him dig his own grave.
    ‘OK, go on.’
    ‘I went back inside leaving the patio door slightly open. You climbed up the trellising and onto the balcony. I was just gonna come out on the balcony and shout at you for being there but I didn’t; I took things too far. It was stupid and it was cruel and I’m sorry.’
    He paused again, like he was trying to think of the rest of the story. I didn’t say anything, the silence was painful and, after what felt like an eternity, he continued.
    ‘Instead of shouting at you, I did something really dumb. I levitated. You panicked and ran, falling over the side of the balcony in the process.’
    I couldn’t help but laugh. I was expecting something imaginative but that was just ridiculous. He was insulting my intelligence now and I started to feel really angry.
    ‘How gullible do you think I am? Levitated? Yeah, right. You really are a freak. Kacey was right; I should have stayed away from you.’
    ‘I’m not a freak, Sarah, but I am different.’
    ‘Different? No, you’re not different. Creative with your lies maybe, but you’re not different. You’re just the same as every other liar I’ve ever met.’
    I was starting to feel quite emotional; he’d gone too far with his lies. I wanted him to stop, to shut up but he didn’t. It was almost like someone had turned a release valve in him and he just carried on.
    ‘There are things about me you don’t know. Things no one knows. When I knew you were there, on the balcony, I reached up as if to get something off the top of my wardrobe, something out of reach. Instead of doing what anyone else would do, you know, get a chair to stand on, I simply did what comes naturally. I levitated. It worked a little too well – you were terrified. At first I thought it was just a bit of fun. I didn’t mean it to upset you as much as it did. I didn’t mean it to go that far.’
    ‘Really? So what the hell am I still doing here, if I fell off your balcony?’
    I can’t believe I’d asked him that. I should have just dismissed what he’d said and walked away; questioning him almost implied that I believed him.
    ‘After you fell, I jumped down after you and called out for help. Jared came out and … well he … he fixed things. After I knew you were OK to get home I walked you to the top of the lane. I should have left it at that, but I didn’t. I Influenced you to come back the following night thinking you were coming round for the same reason but instead of frightening you this time we just sat and talked. I couldn’t believe how well we got on. It was pretty epic. But I couldn’t let it continue, that’s why I let you take the photo the next day, so we could move on.’
    ‘Shut up. You’re making fun of me. People don’t just levitate. You’re lying. What did you do? Did you drug me, Rohypnol or something?’
    I was crying now. My mind was spinning with what might have happened, I had no memory of what he was saying so if it were true, then he must have drugged me. I started to feel afraid. I grabbed my jacket off the floor and started to make off across the park.
    He caught up with me and grabbed me by the arm.
    ‘I’m not lying, Sarah. I can prove it. Please don’t go. Look at me. Look at me. Give me your hand.’
    I was shaking and I was scared but there was something about the way he spoke so gently to me that made me want to listen.
    ‘Come with me,’ he said, as he led me toward the seclusion of the woods.
    I hesitated for a moment and then he smiled at me, I

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