Chapter 6
I didn't do anything for the whole week I just stayed home, I was confused, scared and angry. It was Wednesday my school was out because it was Halloween but everybody was home, up and running around like their usual self. My adoptive mother opened my door letting all the light in, I was laying in my bed in the dark with the lights off and the curtains covering the windows.
She said " honey you have to get over this break up, its not good to sit around "
said " I did not break up with anyone "
She said " good because I was starting to worry, now can you go get some groceries for us "
She walked over to the bed and handed me a list, as she walked out the room she said
" don't forget to take an umbrella its been raining non stop "
She walked out my room and closed the door, I sat up looking at the list
flour
sugar
frosting
balloons
baking soda
salt
I said " is this for my birthday? "
I got up got dressed in skinny jeans and a top that said
' uber cute '
grabbed the list and my wallet, my mother was talking to someone outside the door. I couldn't see who it was because the door was blocking. She saw me from the corner of her eye and said
" oh good you came at just the right time, I got one of the boys from down stairs. To come with you to get the groceries, I hope you guys hit it off "
I said " wait! which one "
She opened the door wide and showed me
I looked at the person who was staring back at me with a bored face, icy blue eyes jet black hair and a very dangerous personality. I was reluctant but she forced me out the house I almost dropped my wallet.
I walked out the unit and into the hallway, my mother slammed the door saying
" good luck "
I frowned and Dallas said
" come on I don't have all day "
I turned around and started walking, he walked right beside me with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing regular jeans and a black shirt with a skull and crossbones on the chest.
We walked down the hall without saying a word, I kept staring at the ground he looked straight ahead. We walked down the stairs and outside, were it was cold and raining. I forgot the umbrella my mother told me to get, he pulled one out from his pocket.
He looked at me which I was standing in the door way, He said
" you didn't bring an umbrella did you? "
I shook my head he said " too bad "
He walked away I yelled " wait! "
I walked beside him in the pouring rain. By the time we reached the store I was soaked head to toe. He just looked at me and walked into the store, I didn't even show him the list. I walked into the store and bought everything, he was waiting outside leaning against one of the beams that held it up.
I had to many bags to carry so I said
" can you help me out here "
He took a few but made me carry most of them and still walk in the rain. Half way he watched me struggle, with the water getting in the bags. I kept pouring water out of the bags with the eggs and flour, suddenly it stopped raining at least where I was standing.
Dallas covered me with his umbrella but he didn't even look, in my direction he just felt pity for me. I picked up the bags and kept walking I warned him
" I don't need your pity! "
We walked all the way to the house sharing the umbrella between us, until we walked into the doorway of the apartment. There was a piece of paper on the door way with an arrow drawn in blood.
I looked straight at it there was only one person who would do that. I ran up the stairs and through the hallway yelling
" no, no, no, no, no! "
Dallas yelled " wait you forgot the bags "
He ran after me with the bags in his hand leaving the umbrella. I followed the pieces of paper with blood on them all the way to my door. There was another message it said
' Too bad you weren't home to spend your birthday with your family they were going to through you a party. Have a good birthday alone...'
Alone. I took out the keys, but the door was already open Dallas was down the hall he said
" why the hell did you run away? "
I didn't answer him even though I heard him loud and clear. The tears had already started swelling in my eyes I said
" please don't let this be true! "
He said " what the hell are you taking about? "
I pushed the door open, blood was everywhere on the ground on the door and on the walls. There were four dead bodies right next to each other, on the ground blood seeping from each one.
I fell to my knees and started crying again, I said
" I wish, I just stayed home could have died with them this time! "
Dallas said in a quiet voice " did you know this was going to happen? "
I said " no, if I had my powers I would have been able to save them in time "
He said " now you feel my pain "
I looked at him and said " what pain? "
He said " the pain I felt when you killed my family "
I screamed at him " why the hell wouldn't I kill your family, they killed mine first. You should know what that feels like. I've been suffering and now my second family was killed for no reason "
He said " god I hate you so much "
I said " I don't need you at all...leave "
He stepped out the door way and I slammed the door using my telepathy. But my nose started to bleed. I felt like throwing up again, I had to keep it down and clean up. The items on the list were useless now, just like me.
I picked up the bodies one by one and threw them in the dump outside the window. Then ripped them into pieces with telepathy, I threw up three times and my nose bleed persisted. I cried for so long and so hard. I just wanted someone I didn't want to be alone anymore.
I cleaned up the blood on the floor and walked into my room, exhausted and tearful. I crawled into bed and didn't even know what to do anymore. I felt like cutting myself and dying both at the same time.
But nothing would help without my powers I was helpless, that was it I needed to knock down those radio towers. I needed to get stronger somehow, anyway just stronger.
Happy Birthday to me.
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