FELICIA's P O V
It felt like a marching band was playing inside of my head when I woke up, and I had a terrible headache. I cocked my head to the side, my hand was searching in the hopes of spotting my teddy bear lying in the bed next to mine, but it was nowhere to be found.
‘‘Oh, my teddy… where are you?’’
After a few blinks, during which I allowed my eyes to adjust to the darkness, my gaze was drawn to a set of blackout curtains that were hung over the windows in the room, and I abruptly sat up.
This was not my room!
I felt a surge of panic rise up inside of me as I realized that I had no idea whose room I was in or what happened last night. But the very last thing I remembered was…
‘‘Ugh!’’ I fell back onto the bed.
The last thing I remembered was that I accidentally fell down the stairs in the building of my school because of that damn bully king in my class on the first day of the new term.
Everything that occurred after that was a haze, which indicates that I most likely passed out at some point.
But where am I now?
A pang of pain shot through my temple, and I had to sit up again and grab my head. Damn!
Looking around… it seemed like I was in a very luxurious room, and I was alone.
I was about to throw the covers off of me when I felt something small and warm underneath the sheets on the other side of the bed.
But... I thought I was alone!
I let out a scream when I discovered what it was. Oh, God… What exactly is this?
Because of whatever was moving under the quilt, my body went rigid and I couldn't bring myself to make any attempts to move at all.
I could feel my heart beating so quickly. Please, please, please... Just what is going on here?
I mustered up all of my bravery to find out what was hiding underneath that thing, so I slowly lifted the fabric, and my mouth dropped open in shock at what I saw.
‘‘Oh my God!’’ I let out a loud scream and covered my mouth with my hand as I retreated when I noticed a young boy who appeared to be between the ages of three and four sleeping peacefully beside me.
What was he doing here with me? What... did they take us hostage or something?
The throbbing pain in my head became even worse, and I looked around, only to frown when I found a phone that had an unusual design that I had never seen before. I investigated it further and turned it over, only to discover an apple that had been partially eaten to its side.
What kind of model is this?
It was easily opened when my finger touched the round thing on top. I was looking for a keypad but I couldn't find any, so I started touching the screen and it worked! I looked at the time and I smiled. I have never woken up this late before... but when I saw the date today, my eyes grew wide.
February of 2022?
What the hell?
The first day of the new academic year in my school was on the 11th of September 2012, and it’s just yesterday which means that it’s only the 12th of September today.
Shit! Is this a dream, or did I just wake up in a different world where books are real? This is not possible at all!
I spent a few moments just lying there… trying to figure out whether or not I wanted to get up and wander around or whether or not I wanted to stay in bed until someone was kind enough to tell me what was actually going on.
Or maybe, I’ll just wake up this little boy who had been sleeping beside me and ask him what’s happening…
‘‘Mommy…’’
The young man suddenly awoke and flashed a broad grin in my direction.
Wait! Did he just call me, mommy...?
Oh no… I'm just a regular student in high school. How can I become the mother of this boy?
‘‘Excuse me, but... who are you?’’ I asked him with some trepidation, and he looked at me with a playful grin on his face, as if he thought I was making a joke.
‘‘Mom… I'm Kenny! I'm your son!’’ he said before wrapping his arms around my neck and giving me a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek, which caused me to stop dead in my tracks.
I have a son? Why…? How…?
As I hugged him back and ran my hand over his back, I couldn't help but grimace. I am completely at a loss for what to do, and I have no idea how to treat or deal with him, because all I knew was that I was just a teenager, and here I was waking up in the morning with a little boy beside me, claiming that he's my son!
That indicates... Ten years have passed… and here I am in this new world!
And now I've reached the age of 26!
Seriously?
Who exactly is my husband, though?
I recalled my younger self, when I was just 16 years old, having a crush on a student at the school named Linden.
When I thought about him… I got all weak in the knees. Long, jet-black hair, always flat ironed into straight perfection. Linden was one of the few guys who could pull off having long black hair, but he did it with style.
I was about to tell him how much I loved him when I had that accident where I fell down the stairs because of that bully king who I despised so much.
Does this indicate that I was successful in conveying my feelings to him? Have Linden and I been blessed with a son?
But before I could congratulate myself on this unproven hypothesis, the door of the room abruptly opened, and my heart nearly stopped beating in my chest.
The feeling of panic that I had when I first opened my eyes returned, but this time it was overshadowed by the pounding in my head.
Marcus, the bully king whom I detested so much, was there… standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at me.
Therefore, he’s also 26 years old at this point, and in that time he has aged, matured, and became more handsome. If only he wasn’t bullying me, I might have been attracted to him, every girl at our school had been, he had the perfect muscular body. The perfect chiselled jaw. He was practically masculine perfection.
The young boy who was still clinging to me tightly, pulled back his head abruptly, to look at the man who was standing in the doorway.
And what transpired after that nearly caused me to lose consciousness. Kenny pushed himself away from me and jumped out of bed while shouting...
‘‘Daddy!’’
Daddy...?
Me… mommy? Marcus… daddy?
My God! He’s my husband?
This couldn't possibly be...
