I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

What do you mean you killed them?” | 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. | remember feeling angry and then | killed that girl. | ate her heart and drank her blood.” “You are a wolf.... You don’t drink blood,” | 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 | saw that they were trembling.

“Scott, it's just me and you,” | said softly. “You can trust me; I'm here to help you.” He looked up at me and | 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 | know what was going through your head when you confessed to murder,” | said through my teeth.

Scott quickly stood to his feet.

“I did kill them! That's what was going through my mind. | remember it so vividly. | 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.

“lam!” “Then where was the body found?” | 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 | 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... | don’t know,” he finally sighed, opening his eyes.

“I can’t remember. | just remember being there and—" “Why were you there on a Sunday?” | 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 | was there.” “Were you there to change the answers to a test? Or turn in a late assignment?” | asked, furrowing my brows together. “Because | did a little digging before | 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,” | answered.

He was quiet for a moment longer.

“Maybe | 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?” | asked, watching him as he continued to pace.

“I... I don’t know...” he said, shaking his head. “I just don’t know...” “Scott...” | 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. | spoke to your roommate, and they told me you have been in your room all night. You didn’t kill anyone.But | remember.It's a false memory. It's someone else's memory,” | 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,” | said, shaking my head. “Ella already ruled her out and trust Ella's judgment.Ella knows about this too?” Scott said, furrowing his brows together. “She believes I'm innocent?” “You don’t remember what happened last night?” | asked, raising my brows. “Ella was there when you were getting arrested. She tried to stop them.” “She did?” | was quiet for a moment as | looked around at his confused and serious face. This confirmed that he wasn’t himself yesterday; he couldn’t even remember what happened last night. Ella was right; his mind wasn’t his own.

“Why can’t | remember that?” He asked, his breathing becoming heavy. He was about to hyperventilate.

“Your mind wasn’t your own,” | answered. “Someone had taken you over.” “And you're sure it wasn't Sarah?” He asked. “She’s done this before.” “It wasn’t Sarah,” | said, shaking my head. “We are going to figure out who it was. But for right now, you need to remain calm and just know that we are going to prove your innocence and get you out of here...” “Oh, goddess,” Scott breathed, stumbling backward and landing on his bed. “I confessed though...” “You weren't yourself,” | assured him. “Soon, everyone will realize that.” “My dad is going to kill me.” “Actually, he’s mad that they won't let him see you. He's here right now fighting with the dispatcher,” | told him.

“He's here? Scott asked, his eyes widening.

“Yes,” | answered. “He wanted me to tell you that he’s here for you and he believes you didn’t kill anyone.” Scott's face softened.

“He said that?” I nodded, walking toward him | placed my hand firmly on his shoulder just as | did his father and squeezed it.“We aren't going to let you rot in here. | promise we are going to figure this out and get you the hell out,” | assured him.

He had so many tears in his eyes that he blinked away, but he nodded and gave me a small smile.

“I believe you,” he finally said.

“Good,” | said in return. “Now I'm going to need you to remember everything you can about that night. Real memories and fake memories. Whoever made you remember these false memories, gave you, their memories.

Which means you were in their head. You might be able to figure out who it was, and we can go from there.” “It's foggy,” he admitted, shaking his head. “But I can try.” “As of right now, you are safe. We aren’t going to let them take you anywhere. I'm going to alert Alpha Bastien once | leave. So, you'll be able to get plenty of rest and try to remember what you can. I'll be returning often. I'll try to get it so your father can visit as well but as of now they are under orders to keep him out.” Scott nodded, understanding.

“Okay,” he breathed.

| walked toward the doorway, satisfied with this visit. | had gotten somewhere and now | knew for sure that someone had taken over his mind. But we just had to figure out who it was and how they did it.

| knocked on the cell door, indicating that | was finished. The door opened and the officer stood by, allowing me to walk past him.

“Alpha Colton,” Scott called after me, standing to his feet.

I turned to look at him.

“Tell Ella | said thanks,” he said, giving me a faint smile.

| nodded, returning his smile before turning and leaving the cell.

When | returned to the waiting room, Emmet, who was seating with his face buried in his hands, quickly stood and recovered himself.

“How is he?” Emmet asked.

“Confused,” | answered honestly. “But he’s himself again. Yesterday he wasn’t himself at all; he doesn’t even remember yesterday. But someone gave him the memories of killing someone.” “He didn’t kill anyone,” Emmet said through his teeth.

“I know,” | assured him. “And now he knows it too. He realized they were fake memories. | told him we are going to figure out who really killed those people and get him out of here.” “Did you tell him I'm here for him too?” He asked.

I nodded.

“Yes,” | said in return. “He was surprised, but he was also grateful.” “What can | do to help? | want to help prove my son’s innocence.” | patted him on the back, motioning for him to follow me outside and out of the police station.

“Let’s get back to my pack and catch Alpha Bastien up on everything. Then, from there, we can work on a plan to prove Scott’s innocence and get him out of jail.