Dark Paradise (Thomesa)

"The other side"

Teresa's P.O.V

I woke up lying on a bed in what seemed like a hospital room.

A nurse came in to check on me.

"Where am I?" I asked while rubbing my head.

Pain rushed through a small area of my head when I pressed on it, which indicated a bruise was forming.

"WICKED headquarters in Chicago."
She replied simply.

WICKED headquarters? The last thing I remember was jumping on Thomas, then I think I passed out.

"How many days have I been here?" I asked.

"About 3 days. Now no more questions." She replied.

She checked my temperature before leaving. I had to find a way out of this place.

My mind was spinning in circles, and I couldn't think straight.

"Okay so I'm in WICKED headquarters, they're going to do something bad to Thomas and the others, and I have to save them." I whispered to myself.

But how could I do that?

I remembered something.

Last night I had a dream, and in my dream I was writing something.

I couldn't exactly remember what I was writing, but whatever it was, it was important. I must have some something in my dream to warn Thomas, or even inform him.

I just need to know how to get there, and how to help them. Fast.

You have to get to paradise.

A voice interrupted my thoughts. It was a voice that I could never forget.

Thomas.

But how was he communicating with me? They broke our telepathy link.

Things weren't making sense, and I knew had to make sense of things before I could do anything.

I thought really hard, trying to get a message to him.

I don't know how. I don't know what to do.

I said telepathically to him.

Paradise wasn't safe, and he knew that. If I went there, I would be buying us all a ticket to our deaths. But there's no other way, they can't come here, so I'll have to go to them.

Everything's going to be alright. I promise.

He assured me, but I wasn't sure if I could believe him.

Short chapter😁
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