Instantly, five angry vampires are on Liam. Harry grabs his arm and throws him to the ground, pinning him down with the help of Ian.
Liam cowers on the ground, visibly shaking.
I stand over him, glaring down at him. Anger courses through my veins.
I want to hurt him.
I want to hurt him.
He starts screaming, clutching his head and rocking backwards and forwards.
"Stop! Stop! Please!" He cries. My eyes widen, and he relaxes slightly, but the rocking doesn't cease.
"How do you do that?" He whispers, staring at me. "You're a monster!"
Harry looks from him to me, then back again, before he bursts out laughing.
"She's the monster? You're clearly the one hiding something from us all!" Louis shouts, and Liam flinches.
"No she--she is something different. She isn't normal," he points a shaking finger at me, and I get the sudden urge to snap it. Who does he think he is?
But then again, he's right. I caused his pain. Does anyone else know?
I look around, and they all seem to be focused on Liam. Clearly none of them are listening to him. Should I be scared? Scared of myself?
I really don't know. And I don't know how to find out, seeing as I can't ask anyone.
"So Liam, what exactly are you hiding?" Louis asks, crouching closer to Liam. Liam inches away from him, but a swift kick from Zayn stops him from moving.
"I -- I don't know what you're talking about Louis," Liam laughs, glancing at the door. Louis narrows his eyes.
"Nice try, but if you don't start talking, we have ways of making you," he glances at me.
Liam pales, and he gulps.
"Fine, fine I'll tell you. But you-- never mind. Okay, so--"
Stop.
The moment the word is uttered, it fills me with an ice cold sensation.
"So her dad is planning to," he looks at me strangely, and everyone else does the same.
"Summer, are you -- okay?" Louis asks, looking at me worriedly. All I can do is stare back. I can't control my movements or my voice.
What is going on?
'Kill,'
The next command is clearer, and my eyes focus back on Liam.
Within a second, my arms are around his neck, and I am fighting against everyone. I find myself trying to snap his neck.
What am I doing? Why can't I control this?
Alright, maybe I'm a little mad at Liam, but it doesn't mean I want him dead. Well, technically he is already dead but you know what I mean.
"Summer, stop!" Harry shouts, holding my arms back. As if upon instinct, my fangs extend and I start snapping at Liam.
"Damn, she's strong," Zayn groans, holding my ankle.
'Enough. For now,'
My body goes limp, and I let out a shaky sigh.
What the hell? Someone is controlling me...
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Why didn't I think of this before? The most obvious answer, practically dangling right in my face, and I didn't see it.
If my dads controlling me... then that means he must be seeing and hearing everything that's going on...
Which means that I'm a danger to everyone.
They all look at me, faces weary and alert, and instantly I feel tears welling up in my eyes.
What have I done? I just tried to kill someone.
I let out a loud sob, and glance at Louis. He looks scared. Scared.
"Sorry," I say to Harry, and I flee out of the door.
