Powerless

open wounds

(note: based on the song open wounds by skillet:) )

Ch.11

Open wounds

[Ariels POV]

"I'm sorry sir. I don't know you." I glare at him. I hate that I have his eyes, his hair. It's like he has some sort of hold on me, that even though he has never been anything of a father to me or Leah, I am still HIS. 

I extend my hand out and he grasps it firmly and shakes it. His eyes never leave mine until I abruptly turn around and start walking towards the back door. 

"my name is Ariel, by the way."

"I think I know my own daughters name." 

[Jeremiahs POV]

Ariel turns around sharply and glares into my eyes.

She whispers, but every word is like pouring salt into an open wound as venom drips from every syllable. 

" I am supposed to be brainwashed stupid. And if you think that just because you happen to be the one person out of the millions of others that could have been

Someone with powers so strong that I'm just going to forgive you for leaving me and Leah to starve in the streets then you have another thing coming, you sorry waist of breath. As far as I am concerned, you are just dirt on the bottom of my shoes."

It takes me a second to realize that I am, in fact, talking to my very bitter daughter, and not my very bitter ex-wife. 

"you are EXACTLY like your mother... How is she anyways?" 

"turning in her grave, because I'm sure she thought we got rid of your drunken self a long time ago."

[Ariels POV]

I watch as Jeremiah's face turns from confusion to sadness, to pity, and finally anger. 

"now you listen here young lady. I may have been a horrible father, but..."

"oh, well I if you could call a dead beat drunk who left at the first opportunity and never came back or wrote letters or any of that, never checked in to see how his 'baby girls' were doing, even when they were in abusive foster homes and living on the street, a horrible father, then yea. Pull out the Nobel prize, you have hit the nail on the head." 

The bitterness in my voice scares me... I have never in my life had so much anger in it. I guess this is what comes up when you push down the pain for eighteen years. I watch his stunned expression and just as he is about to say something I turn around. 

" the kids are out there. Just go."

[Logans POV]

Everyone is frozen in there places, silent. Trying to hear the words muttered only for this man to hear. 

I watch as Ariel argues with this man, a man who, weirdly, looks exactly like her. Well except more masculine. I see herbeautiful face, contorted in anger. She suddenly turns and stalks off out of my sight. 

The man opens the sliding door slowly and walks out into the eery silence. He has a smile plastered on his face, but you could tell that inside, he was an emotional wreck. He pulls out a bottle of vodka and unscrews the lid. After taking a swig he looks at each of us. 

"hi..." he says with an awkward smile. "my name is Jeremiah. I'm here to talk to you guys about your powers... But that will happen tonight. For now, let's get to know each other. What's your name, young man?" 

"Logan." I say. We all sit around and talk for a while, but Tristan soon excuses himself. He says he is tired and just wants to take a nap. I watch him escape into the mansion that is now our home. 

[Denias POV]

I look into Eric's eyes as he crosses the room. I stand up and he tugs me closer to him by my waist. I close my eyes and feel his lips linger softly on mine. He slowly kisses me, and I feel the passion shooting through my veins. I hear a door slam in the distance, but I am too distracted to be worried. He slowly brings his lips to my ear. 

"I have to tell you something..." 

[Ariels POV]

I slowly change into my sweats and tank top and lay down roughly on the bed. My brain pounds against my head as I try to decipher the Morse code that is my thoughts. 

Who would have thought that life could get so confusing in a matter of days? Well I guess it's true, the saying... When it rains it pours. Right now I'm drowning. I close my eyes and open my mind. Leahs thoughts drift into my head. 

' I just dont know what to believe anymore. I come to this place and I meet this girl and she claims to be my sister? What the heck is that about? There is no possible way. And then this guy comes and basically gets drunk in front of us and won't stop looking at me. God! Does he think I'm stupid? What the heck am I going to do... UGH! I just can't deal with this right now....' 

A knock at the door breaks me from my trance. The door slowly slides open and Tristan looks at me, confusion filling his beautiful blue eyes. 

"what was that about?" 

"he is my father." I reply flatly. My voice sounds dead, lifeless. 

Tristan come and sits on the bed. He places his hand on my calf and rubs it soothingly. I look down at him. His eye brows furrow for a second and then he lays down, facing me. He grabs my hands in his and squeezes softly. 

"you will get through this and Leah will have to believe sometime..." 

"she will never believe me unless something breaks her wall."

"well what can break it?" he looks deep into my eyes. 

"something that is embedded into her memory..." 

"well what could that be?" 

"it could be anything! I piece of clothing, a lullaby she heard when she was little, a place..." 

[Tristans POV]

Her voice slowly fades, so hopeless that it scares me. Even when she was being abused, her eyes still had that flame. The drive that only she had, that could pull her through anything. The thing that once burned so brightly, was now completely gone. We have to fix this. 

[Logans POV]

I slowly look around. Leah coughs, and that's the first time I truly look at her. She has very similar eyes to Ariel... Actually, freakishly similar. I take in her face. 

Her greenish eyes are glazed over, as in deep thought. They look tired, and I notice that she has several bags under them. Her lips are pursed in a seemingly plastered frown. Her short red hair that is usually styled and flipped out, is now in a messy bun, and her usually dignified clothing has been replaced with grey sweatpants and a plain black shirt that is about two sizes too big. 

There is a crack of thunder up above, and I watch as the clouds consume the once light sky in a struggle for dominance. The darkness conquers and the world around me is thrust into an eery shade of grey. The rain pours down hard and strong and I watch as everyone gets up from the table except Leah and I. 

I soon stand and run to the house, along with everyone else. I hear the thunder roll, it's deep demanding voice threatening the usual quietness of our empty home. The lightning strikes and I turn to see that Leah still sits in the same spot, her hood pulled over her head. Curled up with her chin to her knee. I watch her figure as it soaks up the rain that pours over her head. Her body shakes, as she cries into her arms. 

I take a breath to pull myself together... Another small step and I would have reached the door. It tears me up inside to see her like this. I feel a tug on my heart strings, and I find myself desperately searching for any answer, to take away her pain.

(note:last paragraph is HEAVILY inspired by save you by simple plan...)

Call it pity, or something more...but maybe I have been infatuated with the wrong red head...

(note: next couple of chapter are dedicated to chichiss for her awesome ideas:) I also added POV's so if you were confused:) look back:) also! last thing, if the text has quotes around it then someone is talking, if it just has apostrophes then it is someone talking in there brain and Ariel is hearing it