Ying Yang love

Chapter 14

Alema's POV

My heads ringing everything's so blurry.. Where am I? I get up and examine the dark empty room. no furniture, no carpet nothing not even a fucking light switch? What kind of fucked up shit is this?

I shut my eyes tightly and stick out my hand, A little fireball burns through my skin. I slowly get up using the little fireball as a light, I pull out in the hall way. Empty...

I turn to look down the stairs, I freeze in fear. A tall dark person in all black stands there holding a knife up. They wave with the knife still in their hand and throws it directly at me. It grazes past my neck leaving a small cut. They pull out more knifes. I scream paralysed with fear.

The fireball use the fireball Alema. I throw it only just missing them, more appear after each throw. it hits them in the leg, the knives fall with a cluttering sound the person clutches their leg and looks up at me and decides to jump out the window.

I quickly run down stairs with a fireball still in my hand. theres a coffee table in the middle of the living room, nothing else. On it is a photo album and next to it is a permanent marker I open it and examine the photos... they look so familar, in each photo theres a woman but her face has been crossed out, I turn to the next page and find a note.

Mummy's little girl...I examine the little girl and realise its me. I look up to see a little window and the person that was there is waving now, a screech from a car goes as the person steps out onto the road and gets hit with a large thud.

This isn't a kidnap, this is a message.

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Madi's POV

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I punch the mirror in front of me and feel tears streaming down my face. It's not fair. Why can't it be him? I wipe away my tears and realise that my fist was covered in blood. I close my eyes then lean my back against the wall and slide down as I cry.

"I'm not adopted, am I?" I ask my father curiously.

I haven't had the chance to ask up until now because I was worried the answer might be yes. My father has always been there for me, same with my brother; but I don't know if I could trust him anymore if it's the answer I'm thinking of.

"Madison." He says roughly.

I stare at him and think about the tone of voice I've never heard before. Please, don't say it.

"Why would you say that? Go to your room." He looks away.

I look down at the white wooden table we were sitting at in silence. "You didn't deny it." I whisper and he hears me which causes him to look at me again.

"Did you not hear me? I said go to your room!" He starts shouting.

I feel tears in my eyes and I take in a deep breath. He's never told me to go to my room or even use that tone with me. "Not until you answer me." I look into his eyes.

"I SAID NOW!" He stood up and the chair flew backwards behind him.

"Why aren't you answering me?" I ask calmly and stand up.

He walks over to me and glares which causes me to take a step back in fear. I've never seen this side of him before. "Now, Madison. I will not repeat myself." He says dangerously.

"You smell like alcohol." I take another step away from him but he takes a step closer. "This isn't like you, dad. You don't drink."

Run.

No, he's my father. He wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

"You don't know ANYTHING ABOUT ME!" He shouts and shoves my shoulders backwards into the cup of glasses.

I scream in pain as they smash and some goes into my skin. I look over at my father in fear but he storms out the front door and slams it shut. I start crying cause of the pain and try to move but let out a scream.

Don't trust anyone now, only me. Got it?

I nod and try to move but only sob.

I'll take care of it.

My body moves on its own and walks up the stairs to my bathroom. I have control over my face but I don't feel any pain in my body.

I take a deep breath and look at myself in the cracked up mirror that I had just punched. I can trust Dylan, right? I look down at my feet that has my own blood on them from my fist.

No.

I have to. I have no one else left to trust.

You have me.

I look back up at the mirror and stare at my white eyes then frown. Why are they white?

I jump when I hear the doorbell ring and freeze in my spot. Is it my father? I grab a robe then walk out of the room and slowly down the stairs to find myself standing at the front door. I cover my back with the robe and frown when I realise I wasn't healing.

I slowly open it and come face to face with my old friend.

"Nathaniel?"

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Alema's pov

I try to scratch off the black with what little nails I have. I flip the table in anger, I hit the ground making the whole house shake I leave as slowly it collapses all together creating a pile of what use to be a house.

I stand there for a moment, emotion overflowing. I stare into the distance, For a minute everything slows down. Everything i've ever known, felt, dreamed, hoped, wished for disappears the whole word collides with what use to be to what it is now and then it's just me but wasn't it always just me....

"Are you a okay?!? Can you hear me?!" I blink, unsure of what just happened "I'm fine..." I step back and start walking, walking to where? Yeah not sure of that either...

"Alema?" I turn to see Bradley, he looks at me in sympathy "what happened to you?" His mouth is moving but I can't hear anything, he's screaming and shaking me but I can't hear what he's saying...

The rain is pouring on us now, I feel like i'm slowly flying out of my body watching the two people in front of me.

He's trying to get through to her but she's staring blankly almost motionless in front him, she falls to her knees. He's holding her in his arms calling out for help she however is staring up at the grey sky, no lights in her eyes she's looking pale almost corpse like.

Air hits my body with a pang "ALEMA?!? ALEMA! TAL TO ME" I blink at Bradley unable to shake this twisting sick feeling in my stomach "Bradkey... Where am I?" His eyes are wide, He pulls me into a tight hug and once again i'm staring at the grey skies above me.

What's happening to me....