His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 227

Moana

I went to sleep that night with anger still in my heart for Edrick.

When I woke up, however, that anger turned into fear.

I found myself no longer in my bed, but I was now at the little desk that was in my room. And it wasn’t just that, either. I had my sketchbook lying on the desk in front of me, and what was drawn on it…

Was the knife.

I gasped and quickly snapped the sketchbook shut. Why was this happening to me? I stood, knowing that I needed to tell someone, but I couldn’t tell Edrick. If I told him, then he would likely only freak out even more, and I already felt like a prisoner.

These drawings had to be prophetic. And the only way that I could get to the bottom of what they really meant was by accessing whatever part of my brain that they were coming from. Maybe then, I could start to use them to my advantage before something really bad happened.

It was late, but Dr. Rhodes did mention that I could call him anytime I needed anything. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed his number with shaking hands.

“Hello?” he answered a few rings later. “Is everything alright, Moana?”

I let out a sigh of relief. “Dr. Rhodes, I need your help. I’ve been having more dreams… I want to try hypnosis again.”

Dr. Rhodes paused for a few moments. “I could come to the penthouse tomorrow, if you want—”

“No!” I insisted. “It needs to be right now. Is there any way you can do it over the phone?”

The therapist was quiet for another few moments. I bit my lip as I listened to him sigh over the phone.

“It is possible, but it’s not easy. And if you see or feel something during hypnosis that frightens you or makes you feel bad, you might get hurt if I’m not there to help you. Are you sure you’re willing to take that risk?”

“Yes.” I knew the risks going into it, but I didn’t care. I needed to get to the bottom of this, and something in me was telling me that I needed to do it now. Time was ticking, and somehow I felt that figuring out the source of these visions might help figure out how to stop something horrible before it happened.

“Alright,” Dr. Rhodes said with a sigh. “Do you have a comfortable place to lie down? And can you dim the lights?”

“Yes.” I dimmed the lights, leaving only my bedside table lamp on, and then quickly laid down on my bed. “I’m ready.”

For the next twenty minutes, Dr. Rhodes slowly guided me into a state of hypnosis. I pushed my mind to open up to the idea, but for a long time nothing happened, just like the last time that we tried. In fact, I was about to call it quits again when I suddenly felt a change inside of me.

I no longer felt fully conscious. I felt as though I was half in a dream, half out of a dream. My mind felt foggy, but clearer than ever at the same time.

“How do you feel, Moana?” Dr. Rhodes’ voice floated across to me as though he was whispering into the wind across a pond. It felt light and airy and far away, but the words came to me all the same.

“I’m… Okay,” I replied, my tongue feeling heavy in my mouth.