Strange ( Peter Ballard/Henry creel/001) x fem reader

Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

Remembering is sometimes worse than forgetting.

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"Don't worry, you'll be with me soon darling."

I awoke from this dream in a thick sweat, my chest was heaving as though I had lost all air in it. I had had this dream many many times, but never had the man ever spoken to me, or even acknowledged that I was there. It felt, real.

Ever since I was a kid I have always felt different, like there was something inside me that was trying to brake free that I couldn't control. When I was 13 before we moved to California I was in school, there was a group of girls who would bully me constantly and call me names, they bullied me about loosing my mother. I got so angry at them, I can't exactly remember what happened, but I remember seeing blood, lots of it, I remember hearing the screams of terror as they saw the event that had unfolded in front of them.

I had killed a girl, without even touching her.

To this day I am still unsure of what happened, if she stopped and cracked her skull, but whatever happened I never wanted to see again.

That night my dad decided that we would be moving, so we packed up everything and left.

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"I didn't mean to do it daddy I swear!" I said as my dad drove us quickly down a dimly lit road to the airport. "Dad, please I swear!" I said looking him in the eyes.

"I know kitty Kat, it's just." He paused as though he was trying to search for the right words to say.
"I just- we just can't stay here anymore ok, it's not safe for you." He said as he made a sharp turn causing me to fall in my seat a little.

"But dad I don't even know what happened, I just- I just shut my eyes.. and then," I began to choke on my words, tears spilling rapidly out of my eyes like a waterfall. "Then I opened them and I just- she was just.. on the floor, bleeding." My voice cracked as I thought about the gruesome sight that I had witnessed earlier that day. "I just wanted her to get hurt, to feel how I felt, not- not die." I whispered the end bit, more confirming it with myself. "You believe me don't you, you believe that I don't know what happened honestly, she was just dead, her bones they just-they just... cracked." I shivered as I remembered the horrific noise that her bones made as they cracked.

The car fell silent as we pulled over to the airport.
"I believe you." My dad said reassuringly. He paused. "But Kat I need you to listen to me." He said as he took my shoulders and turned me so I face facing him completely. "There are some bad people in this world ok, and they- they won't believe you like I do."

He paused again thinking of his next words as I sat silently. "These bad people are going to think that you killed this girl ok Kat, and they are going to try and find you, and if they find you they will take you somewhere bad, somewhere so inhumane and awful, I will never see you again." He stopped, as his eyes began to water. "I just can't have them take you ok." He paused. "Not again, I can't loose you both." Confused as to what he meant by loose us both I took his shoulders and pulled him into a hug as he cried into my shoulder.

The plane ride to California was silent, neither of us spoke, but we didn't need to. We sat in comfortable silence the whole plane ride. This silence continuing during the car trip to our house.

That night as I lay in bed i couldn't sleep. My mind was rushing with thoughts about what had taken place these past few days.

I couldn't sleep so I snuck downstairs to get some water, but I stopped in my tracks as I heard my dad on the phone to somebody in the kitchen. "Were here now, yes she's safe." He paused and then said. "She can't ever know why we left, she can't know the real reason why that girl died."