Kidnapped

Telekinesis

Jamie's POV

I entered the large, grandiose door to my quaint house with Flynn following a little ways behind. Sounds of laughter and conversation floated over from the main room so I peeled away from the door with Flynn's hands clasped in my own. "Hi." I greeted with a forced grin on my face. My father, Peter, turned from his present company.

"Jamie! You're home. You've met uncle Nathan, Hiro, Mohinder, Matt and Nikki, haven't you?" he welcomed whilst introducing me to names I've heard only a thousand times before.

"Of course, but not for a long time." I replied, turning on my charm and shaking the hands of these people before throwing a glance in Flynn's direction.

"God Peter, you let her go out wearing things like that?" commented Nathan, smiling as I took his hand in my own.

"Isn't grandma here?" I inquired, turning back to my dad.

"I am." Grandma Angela stood in the doorway with a glass of wine in her hand. She was dressed fabulously as always and never failed to look at least twenty years younger than she actually was. "But of course i'm always left out when it comes to my kids." She walked over to me, wrapping a thin arm around my waist and planting a delicate kiss on my cheek.

"Delightful as always, mum. Jamie are you going to introduce us to your friend?" My dad asked as Flynn came over to shake his hand.

"This is Flynn." I responded, coiling my hand around my boyfriend's and trying to split away from the company of the adult's as fast as we could. We managed to get away before they could draw us into a boring story as to how the crowd of them had come to be friends. I hopped up the curling stairs, managing to roll my eyes at how extravagant my parent's housing choices had always been. 'Well, my mother's anyway' I thought to myself, falling momentarily sad at the memory of the fire which killed my mother. "They had no idea how the fire started." I whispered under my breath, sighing painfully at the memory as the two of us entered my room.

"What?" Flynn asked, clearly having heard my mumble.

"Oh, nothing. Sorry." I responded, trying to mask my sudden sadness with a smile.

"I hate it when you do that."

"What...?"

"Act as if I don't matter."

I sighed. "Flynn you're being immature and reading way too much into things."

"I'm not the one being immature," he began, his stress levels rising rapidly for seemingly no reason. "you're the one who has an issue about talking about your dead mum. I am here, you know. I do want to listen and help."

"Don't talk about her like that." I spoke through gritted teeth, an unfamiliar surge of power coursing through my veins like fire.

"Talk about issues." He spat. I couldn't control what happened next.

"Don't you dare!" I yelled, and as I did a wave of ornaments and objects laying idle in my room flew towards him, smacking or stabbing him in some way without being touched. He screamed loudly as he was beaten and I ran to the door for help. As I swung it open, my father was on the other side. He pushed his way past me along with a few of the people from downstairs whilst the remaining ones mingled outside the door, craning their necks to see the wreckage within my room. Flynn lay on the floor, blood staining my cream carpet and white walls while the floor was littered with parts of my room. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed, tears streaming down my face as Uncle Nathan placed both hands on my shoulders to push me from the room. "I did it.. They just flew at him. I didn't touch them.."

"It's fine, let's get you out."

"Do we need to call an ambulance?"

"Not unless you'd like to explain to the police why this boy is covered in stab wounds." Nathan said, pushing me from the room.

Everyone entered my room as I stood in the hallway, shocked and horrified at what had just happened. As no one was looking, I decided I had to get away from their judgement. I couldn't get sent away, I just couldn't. I turned my back on them and ran down the stairs as fast as I could, throwing the door open and pelting down the street in fear.

(I hope you all liked the first chapter! I've had the idea for this in my mind for ages. Let me know what you think, any of your ideas that I use in this will be credited)