All I Ever Needed

Chapter 28

I slipped my arms around his torso and dug my head in his chest.

Chase sighed and gripped the back of my neck, pushing me closer into him. Tears began slipping from my eyes, wetting Chase's shirt. He stroked my hair and whispered comforting words in my ear.

"I just got back to you and now you're leaving?" I whispered.

Chase pulled my head back and wiped my tears away with his thumbs, "I'm not leaving. I'm going to take care if some things, I'll be back."

A sob escaped my trembling lips, "That's what I thought."

Chase paused and a look of pain shot through his facial features. He released me from his comfortable hold and stepped back, "Mi amore. Lo siento."

Chase gave me one last look then stepped out of the room. Closing the door behind him and leaving me by myself to my thoughts.

I felt a sense of anger flush through me, making me clench my fist and draw blood from my fingernails penetrating my skin. Little droplets of blood dropped from my palm and onto the carpeted floor. I saw red then, not only from the blood but from the anger building up inside of me.

I wanted revenge. And I was going to get it. I knew what I needed to do.

I tried walking to the door but my feet seemed to keep walking on each other. I stumbled over the carpet and hit the floor on my knees. My hands didn't seem to react fast enough so my face slammed onto the floor and the air was knocked out of me. Black dots spotted my vision and I felt myself falling into a haze of comfort. Darkness soon consumed me.

"You have to control your anger, piccolo." My mother said, gripping onto my shoulders.

That wild look was in her eyes again, so it meant that I was going to get a life lesson.
I rolled my eyes and pushed her hands off my shoulder, "She was asking for it. And he told me it was okay."

My mother stood up and shook in frustration, "It doesn't give you a reason to try and set her on fire! And please tell me, who is he that is telling you to do all this stuff?"

I shrugged my shoulders and looked away from my crazy mother. Ever since I turned thirteen she's been getting serious with everything I do and trying to control all my actions. My father takes her side too, saying my anger brings out the worst in me and if I don't control it I could hurt someone. But it's not like I do any of this on purpose-I just see red. And the shadow man urges me to do it.

"The shadow man," I whispered, "I saw him when the girl started calling me names."

My mothers face fell and she rubbed my arm in a comforting way, "Baby, what's our motto?"

I giggled and wiped away a tear that suddenly fell from my eye, "Which one?"

My mother smiled and pushed a strand of brown hair out of my face and tucked it behind me ear, "The one concerning people."

"People may say things that hurt you it do things. But, remember that you can always overcome them...and you will." I said standing proudly.

My mother smiled down at me, "Now what did that girl call you that made you so angry?"

I looked away from my mom, ashamed. She was such a strong woman and at a young age I began to recognize it. It somewhat intimidated me and made me want to be just like her-and I really did.

"She called me a freak and told me I was ugly. And then she said that a guy would never like me."

My mom sighed and brought me onto her lap from where she was sitting at the edge of my bed, "Why would she bring up a boy?"

I smirked a little, "I stole her boyfriend."

My mom raised an eyebrow at me, "Oh yeah? What was his name?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know. I just asked him out to make her mad."

"You know teasing's not nice." My mom scolded.

"Well it's fair when the person is teasing you."

My mom shook her head and ran a hand through her thick brown hair. Bags were making their way under her eyes and you could see a slight line of wrinkles from the corner of her eyes. I suddenly felt regret for hurting the girl and stressing my mom but instantly pushed it away.

No one hurts my family or I without getting what they deserve.

I blinked open my eyes, rubbing away the sleep. My head pounded from a headache and my lungs were sore. I was still lying face down on the floor from where I blacked out. The dream-memory was still fresh on my mind.

My teen years consisted of rage and hate. My doctors believed it was from hormones but my parents looked more into it. They thought I had a mental disorder that caused me to see red and lash out. Over the years I began to believe them, seeing my own actions play out in front of me.

I pushed myself up from the ground and opened the bedroom door. Chase would just have to realize what I intended to do.

I came to the door I seemed and quickly knocked. Am opened up in a long tee, "Annora?"

"Do you know any fighters. People who are willing to go head first into a war?"

A look dawned on Am's face but she seemed took exhausted to fight against me. She sighed and leaned against the door frame, "His names Gabriel. He lives a couple of miles out of town. He trains supernaturals for wars. He'd be able to help."

I nodded my head and thanked her. I got his address from her and walked out the front door.

Ussicore had no idea what was coming to him.