"Aden are you done changing yet?," I called out to Him.
"Give me a minute!," he shouted back.
I heard a crash.
"Agh! Shit," he screamed.
"What happened?"
No answer.
"Are you okay?"
Screw it. I'm gonna check on him.
"No! Don't come in!," he yelled as I approached the bathroom door.
"You're being ridiculous! I'm coming in!," I yelled back.
I went to open the door, but before I could I heard a click.
He do not just lock me out!
I'm gonna have his ass for this!
"Did you seriously just lock me out!"
No answer.
"You asked for this!!!!," I warned.
Alright let's try something.
I cracked my knuckles as I focused.
If I can learn to bring out this "power" then maybe I can control it.
I focused hard on the door trying to feel for something, anything.
Another minute went by.
Nothing.
"Ugh"
What am I missing!?
Okay, think.
What caused it all the other times.
What was the trigger.
Anger.
Okay.
Let's.
Get.
Angry.
I thought about all those girls from school taunting me.
I though about all those secrets no one would reveal to me.
All the times I felt lost.
This moment right now.
Where this asshole won't let me help him!
I felt a pain behind my eyes.
I felt the power course through my veins.
"Now we're in business," I growled out.
I took a step back.
Leaned back.
And rammed my foot into the door.
There was a splintering crack of wood, then finally a thud as the door descended to the ground like a feather and hit the floor.
"What the hell Cira!"
"Let me see it"
"What?," he breathed.
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"I said. Let. Me. See. It," I repeated back.
"I'm fine you don't-"
"Blah. Blah. Blah. Stop being so stoic and let me help you for gods sake," I pleaded as I rolled my eyes.
He studied me for a moment, deciding what to do.
Then finally with a huff he held out his arm.
"Thank you," I said with a polite sarcasm.
I took his forearm in my hand and ran my eyes over it looking for the injury.
My eyes fell on the start of a burn that met with the cuff of his sleeve.
I rolled it back up to his elbow.
"Agh," he breathed out in pain.
I felt his arm tense.
"Relax," I ordered.
I scanned the bathroom for a sink.
My eyes landed on a shabby metal sink with exposed plumbing and a crack that spread along its side.
It'll have to do.
I dragged him to the sink.
"What are-," he began frustrated pulling his arm back.
"Can you just shut up," I seethed.
