Seven Souls

What happened yesterday?

Christiana’s POV

I stirred in the bed, awakened by an uncomfortable pain in my chest.

I fluttered my eyes open and stared at the ceiling. The room was lit dimly as the sun’s rays passed through the light curtains. I shivered, feeling cold, then I raised the covers off me, seeing myself completely naked.

My eyes widened, then snapped at the person sleeping next to me. Sam was giving me his back. I quickly sat up and tried to get away from him, resting my back on the icy wall.

I grabbed the covers and clenched my fists around them tightly, securing the cover around my naked body.

I looked at the floor and found my clothes scattered messily.

What the hell happened here? What did I do?

I remembered taking the stairs. Then everything went black. I was going to tell him the truth because he was very upset about the baby and me not reacting to our loss.

How did I end up naked next to him?

Did I blackout? Because no way in hell I slept with a taken man.

For him, he slept with Sophia while I wasn’t her spiritually. Or did he sleep with Sophia and I passed out? I frowned at my questions, realizing they meant nothing.

I glanced at him as he stirred, facing me. He looked peaceful while he was asleep. His hair was a mess, and the covers were on his hips, leaving his chiseled chest to satisfy my eyes.

The memories of what happened yesterday filled my mind. His lips were everywhere except my lips. Why am I seeing them when they aren’t mine?

I shook my head and wished those memories would stop coming into my mind. They were getting dirtier, and it seemed like I was watching an adult movie.

A piercing scream escaped my lips when I felt a hand on my thigh.

Sam woke up, and he looked at me worriedly while I looked at him with a face full of horror.

He sat up and placed his hand on my bare shoulder. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

I wasn’t thinking straight, and I didn’t know what to say; I was just disgusted with myself. I couldn’t have taken advantage of him like that.

I smacked his hand away. “Don’t touch me,” I screeched, tightening my grip more on the covers.

“Please tell me what’s wrong with you!” He shouted and I flinched, pushing myself close to the wall, away from him.

The tears gathered in my eyes as I looked at him; I closed my eyes, forcing my tears to stop, then I breathed in harshly, trying to calm myself.

I hated being shouted at, and that side of him reminded me of my crappy childhood.

“You wanted some comfort and-“

“Just leave me alone,” I hissed, cutting him mid-sentence, not even trying to listen to what he had to say.

I was angry at him more than myself. If I didn’t come here, I wouldn’t be in bed with him.

I fluttered my eyes open and nibbled on my lips as the tears trickled down my cheek. I cursed myself for crying.

“Sophia,” he mumbled, and I averted his gaze.

“It was a mistake. I wasn’t thinking clearly yesterday and I need time, so please leave me alone,” I said in a dead tone, not daring to look at him.

Shit, what did I say? I questioned myself, realizing my words were hurtful. He clenched his jaw and got up.

I looked away once I realized he was naked.

I heard his footsteps on the floor as he walked away, followed by the sound of the door being slammed.

Shreds of my memory were still coming, and the pain in my chest was increasing. I placed my hand on my chest and forced my eyes shut, wincing from the discomforting pain.

I know Sophia was behind this. She was probably upset.

I opened my eyes and exhaled before abandoning the bed with the covers around me.

The only question in my mind was, how did Sophia take control of her body?

I got on my knees and grabbed my clothes off the floor, then sat on the bed. I glanced at the bathroom door while I wore my clothes, wishing Sam wouldn’t open that door.

When I was done, I got up, walking like five steps before tripping on the covers that were wrapped around my leg. I fell on the floor with a thud. “Great,” I hissed, trying to get up.

The door opened, and I cursed in my head as Sam stepped out with nothing but a towel around his waist. I gazed at him. His chest glistened with water, and his wet hair was stuck to his forehead.

My eyes would never get enough of him.

Stop staring. I heard a voice in my head. I turned my gaze away and focused on the floor, trying to get up. I saw him coming towards me.

“I can get up on my own,” I insisted, waving him away.

He ignored me and lifted me off the floor, carrying me in a bridal way. “I really don’t understand what’s happening to you,” he said, looking into my eyes.

I pressed my lips together and looked away. He just sighed and carried me to my room, I guess. I could feel his gaze on me, making me more nervous.

He reached my room and put me on the bed. He was about to leave the room until my voice stopped him. “I’m sorry, Sam,”

He turned around and looked at me. I could see how hurt he was. “I’ll wait for you, Soph, you are mine forever,” he said, giving me a small smile.

Of course, I didn’t know what to say, so I was enough by nodding my head.

He looked at me one last time before leaving the room. I got off the bed and sat in the wheelchair, then went to shut the door.

I was too wrapped in my thoughts to change out of my damp clothes.

It was hard to pretend to be someone when you know nothing about them. I’m an actress, for god sake, but Sam was beyond me. His love and adoration were contagious.

I was feeling things for the first time, and that wasn’t me.

I was more of a cold-hearted person, and the way he looked at me showed how much love he held for Sophia.

I thought I could pretend to be her, but this wasn’t a movie, this was a reality, and I could ruin Sophia’s life if I didn’t learn more about her life.

“f**k my life,” I grumbled, returning to the bed.

My eyes roamed the room, then fell on the full-length mirror that was in the room’s corner. I saw myself, not as Sophia, but as Christiana. I touched my cheeks, staring at my reflection as it did.

Why am I seeing myself?

There was no way this was me. I looked at the vanity’s mirror and I saw myself as Sophia; I breathed out, placing my hand on my chest. “Hello, Tiana,” I snapped my head at the voice, seeing Sophia in the full-length mirror smiling at me.

I pressed my fingers against my lips, making sure I wasn’t smiling.

“How?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“Look, before you say anything, I didn’t sleep with your fiance if that’s why you are here. I blacked out and woke up next to him,” I said, clearing myself out.

“It was me. You blacked out because of me, my emotions were too strong and I overpowered you, taking control,” she explained.

I knew it, but I was still stunned by what she could do. There must be side effects on her body, explaining why I was in charge and she wasn’t.

“I had chest pains this morning,” I recalled, locking eyes with her.

“Maybe because I was in control?” She answered, and I nodded, brooding over it.

“Sorry, if it traumatized you, waking up naked next to a stranger,” she mumbled, averting my gaze.

I shook my head and wrinkled my nose. “Let’s not talk about this, because I’m remembering what you two did when you talk about it,” I grumbled, closing my eyes shut.

I needed to cleanse my mind and get rid of the memory of Sam kissing down Sophia’s neck slowly; I felt disgusted that this happened while I was there.

Not really there, but I was in her body.

“I think I’m about to be sick,” I mumbled, placing my hand on my stomach, feeling vomit down my throat.

Her chuckling rang in my head, then she stopped. “Christiana,” she called out.

“Yes,” I answered, staring at her.

“Don’t tell him please, I know you were about to tell him yesterday, but I stopped you.” I pressed my lips together and nodded my agreement.

“But no more sleeping with him if you took control again,” I said in a serious tone, and she rolled her eyes. “I’m serious,” I whined

“Fine, stop whining like a 3-year-old kid,” she said, crossing her arms.

I tore my gaze away from her, looking for a notepad or something. I found a tablet on the nightstand, so I rolled on the bed, grabbed the tablet, and set my gaze on Sophia.

“I want you to tell me more about yourself and Sam because I’m missing things,” I said, opening the tablet.

“Do I have to?” She asked.

“Yes, if you still want Sam to be around and please tell me how did you take over exactly,”

I pressed the notepad icon, launching the app. I looked at her, waving for her to speak. She raised her eyebrows, then sighed.

“This will take a long time,” she grumbled.

“Hurry, before he comes downstairs,” I hissed at her.

“Okay, so I realized that at night I’m more powerful and could take control of my body. Despite that, your soul is a fighter. By the time I would be gone,” she paused.

“Oh,” I murmured.

“I’ll call my sister and hopefully she will help me,” I said reassuringly.

How would I explain this to Kylie?

Hey, there, Kylie, I died as you know, and my soul moved to a different body. Can you help find a woman? So I could crossover with my dead body to peace.

Yeah, she would freak out.

“Open the TV,” she yelled, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I looked at her like ‘seriously’. I rolled my eyes and opened the TV, viewing the channel I left yesterday. The door cracked open, and I saw Sam standing with confusion written on his face. He was wearing black shorts and a grey shirt that hugged his muscled arm.

“Who were you talking to?” He asked, and I pointed at the tv that was right next to the door.

“It’s the TV,” I said, my eyes focusing on his. He glanced at the screens looking at the show playing, it was one of those stupid bachelor’s reality show.

He frowned, and I heard Sophia’s faint voice, “s**t, he is suspecting you.”

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“For a run and I noticed there wasn’t any food here, so I would go bring stuff for the house and breakfast,” he said, snapping his attention to me as he leaned on the door frame.

I nodded and tore my gaze away, focusing on the tv instead. He looked at me one more time before closing the door behind me.

I sighed and glanced at the mirror, hoping Sophia would show again, but she didn’t.

I turned the TV off and grabbed the tablet, then I got up and sat in front of the mirror. “Sophia, please come back,” I mumbled, tapping on the mirror.

If Sam entered the room and found me talking to my reflection, he would totally send me to a psychiatric ward.

“Why are you harsh to him?” She said as she popped up in the mirror.

I deadpanned at her. “I don’t know, you tell me,” I said sarcastically.

“Fine, get ready, it’s a long story,” she said, sitting down.

I was like a kid, waiting to hear the story impatiently. I opened the tablet and got the notepad ready as she started from the beginning.