I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It novel Chapter 283

Colton’s POV

“What do you mean you killed them?” I asked, stepping closer to him.

He seemed to have recoiled away from me, not wanting to be near me.

“I killed them,” he said, staring down at his hands. “I remember killing them. I remember feeling angry and then I killed that girl. I ate her heart and drank her blood.”

“You are a wolf…. You don’t drink blood,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “Who would provoke you to do that?”

He was quiet for a long while as he tried to gather his own thoughts; he kept his eyes fixed on his hands and I saw that they were trembling.

“Scott, it’s just me and you,” I said softly. “You can trust me; I’m here to help you.”

He looked up at me and I saw tears filling his eyes.

“You can’t help me, Alpha,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “Nobody can help me. Not anymore. Just leave…”

“I can’t do that until I know what was going through your head when you confessed to murder,” I said through my teeth.

Scott quickly stood to his feet.

“I did kill them! That’s what was going through my mind. I remember it so vividly. I don’t know why I did it; I just did it…” he said, his entire body trembling as he spoke. “I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“You can tell me the truth,” I said in return.

“I am!!”

“Then where was the body found?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest.

He froze and his eyes shifted to meet mine.

“What?” He asked, his voice going soft.

“Where did they find the body?”

He blinked a few times and then closed his eyes as if he was trying to picture the memory.

“Um… the academic center,” he said, his voice shaking.

“Where in the academic center?”

He was quiet again and I saw his eyes moving in his closed eyelids like he was watching the scene unfold before him.

“The basement…” he finally answered after a long pause.

“Where in the basement?”

“Uh….” He said, his body shaking as he thought about it. “I… I don’t know,” he finally sighed, opening his eyes. “I can’t remember. I just remember being there and—”

“Why were you there on a Sunday?” I then asked, stopping words. “What business did you have after hours? Did you go there hoping you’d find someone to kill?”

He was frozen as he stared at me, his mouth hanging open slightly.

“…No,” he finally said, shaking his head slowly. “I don’t know why I was there.”

“Were you there to change the answers to a test? Or turn in a late assignment?” I asked, furrowing my brows together. “Because I did a little digging before I came here, and all your teachers say you’re doing great in school and all your assignments are up to date. So, there was really no reason to be inside the academic center on a Sunday when nobody else was there.”

“Well, why was Merida there?” Scott asked, furrowing his brows together.

“She had to turn in a late assignment,” I answered.

He was quiet for a moment longer.

“Maybe I forgot something in my locker. Our lockers are in the academic center,” Scott said, pacing back and forth.

“Is that a memory you have, or something you are making up?” I asked, watching him as he continued to pace.

“I… I don’t know…” he said, shaking his head. “I just don’t know…”

“Scott…” I said gently. “I’m here to help you. All the memories that were given to you, aren’t yours. You don’t have all the answers that fill in the puzzle. You don’t know the small details that make the story make sense. You don’t even know why you were there. I spoke to your roommate, and they told me you have been in your room all night. You didn’t kill anyone…”

“But I remember—”

“It’s a false memory. It’s someone else’s memory,” I told him, stepping closer to him. “It’s not real.”

“You mean… someone manipulated my brain?” He asked, his voice trembling as he met my eyes. “Like Sarah?”

“It wasn’t Sarah,” I said, shaking my head. “Ella already ruled her out and trust Ella’s judgment.”