Some Kind Of Fairytail

chapter 24

*Ashleys pov*

Today was the day, my parents were coming. I dragged myself out of bed, careful not to wake Andy. Ant Lisa and uncle Ricky were here, that made me feel better about tonight. I'd had an emotional breakdown last night so there was eyeliner down my face. I washed it off and applied heavier black eye makeup than usual. I didn't know why I was bothering, I'm sure it would get ruined later.
Now everyone's going to find out my past, but maybe that's a good thing.

I walk back into my room to find Andy holding Dylan. I smile, he hadn't come since the night I trapped to shadows. I had to tell Andy what my mother had done, he was outraged yet happy that there was a possibility of fixing it, though I have no idea how to.
I kiss his head and he floats to me, Andy puts his arms around us.

The doorbell rings, Dylan disapears. They were here early. CC stops us in the hallway.

"Ash are you sure you want to do this?" I nod my head, I had to there was a chance she could reverse what she did to Dylan and if not...well we'll just have to see what happens. She'd always underestimated me but after today she wouldn't dare question me again.

"Andy, cc can you go get my box I forgot, I think it's in my closet."

I go to the living room by myself, I hadn't forgotten it. I just didn't want them to be there when I released the shadows, if it went wrong they wouldn't be able to protect themselves. They would be mad that I lied and locked them in my room with a spell but they would just have to deal with it.

The awkward small talk stopped when I entered the room. Anger and fear surged through my body. My dad walks towards me, "Hey good to see you again sunshine." A nasty look passes through his eyes.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I snap, I flinch expecting him to slap me, but he didn't, he tried to hug me again. Uncle Ricky jumps up and puts an arm around me.

"He told you not to touch him. And now I'm concerned as to why he said that."

My mother has that scary look on her face. My jaw clenched and tears come to my eyes. I can't fucking do this without Andy, my plan wasn't going as planned. I unlock my room with my mind and hear footsteps running down the stairs. My mother blocks them so they can't get in.

My anger advances making me stonger. I look over at my grandma who I could tell had figured it out already.

I made my dad float to the ceiling so he'd be out of the way. My mom's eyes widen, surprised I was able to do anything. I smirk and light myself on fire walking towards her. I was going to show her what I was capable of. If she couldn't fix my baby she would regret it.
We stand face to face, I was now as tall as her, glaring at eachother. Her eyes turn from fearless to terrified. My eyes must have changed color. I put my fire out, she knew what I wanted but wasn't willing to give it to me. She grabs my chin daughter nail into my skin.

"I can't and I won't give your baby back you little bitch, you can't do anything to convince me to even try."

So she didn't even know how but it sounded like a challenge I wanted to accept.

I take the box out of my pocket, her eyes once more filling with terror as I release the shadows. I use her own power against her. She screamed as they swarmed around her. I pushed harder.

"Aren't you gonna fucking do anything." I was expecting more of a fight. She sank to her knees, all this time I was scared but she's so weak she can't even control herself. I hold up the box so the shadows get sucked back in, screaming in protest.

I let my dad down, everyone staring at me in astonishment. Andy and CC stare wide eyed from behind the wall. I shatter it and they come to my side, Andy putting his arm around me protectivly. My parents look at me terrified, now they knew how I felt for so many years.

"Ashley" my mother sobbed, "I'm sorry but I really don't know how to fix your baby, I'm sorry."

Grandma and ant Lisa force them to leave, judging by the look dad gave me they'd be back later. I dig my head into Andy's chest, choking back the sobs creeping up my throat but failing miserably. He sets me me on the couch still holding me. Everyone asks a billion questions at once until grandma yells at them to shut up.

She rubs my back, "honey are you ok?" I shake my head no. "What did they do to you?"

The question I've been dreading, I cry harder, Andy's arms tighten comfortly around me.

"Did they hurt you?"
I shake my head yes

"Did they yell at you?"
Yes

"Did your mother experiment on you?"

Yes again

"Did they touch you."

I don't answer, I feel Andy shake his head yes for me.

I cry harder if that's possible.

"I'm going to fucking kill them!" Uncle Ricky storms out the door to see if they're still in the drive way. Much to my relief they weren't, to much had already happened today and I knew my uncle wasn't joking.

I'm able to calm myself down after a few minutes.

"She took my baby."

"I know hon, we'll figure this out."

* * *

I flop down on my bed exhausted. Andy snuggles next to me and strokes my hair. I yawn, my nerves were shot and my entire body was shaking. Andy kisses me deeply to calm me down. My eyes close and I put my head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. Dylan appears in between us, at least he was safe now.

* * *

1 month later

I sigh in defeat, I'd been in this attic for weeks looking through my grandma's books trying to find a way to fix Dylan. I had found some interesting things like how to shape shift, but I'd have to try that another time.

Needing a break I get up off the floor and walk around the massive attic. I step in front of something covered on a white sheet. I pull it off, the dust making me cough. It was a mirror. I swear I see something inside of it maybe a lost soul or a demon, but I can't make it out. Again something I'd have to investigate at another time. I turn away but get pulled back in. The thing inside becomes clearer and I realize it was me, or at least a resemblance. It resembled all the anger, sadness, bitterness and hate inside if me. It screams at me, its shrieks make hairline cracks in the glass, blood coming through them. I feel my skin stinging as if it'd just been cut. I pull up my sleeves, my scars had been reopened, blood was soaking through my clothes and dripping to the floor.

I should be panicking, but I'm not. This mirror revealed things unseen, it was fascinating. I felt a sense of relief, almost as if that side if me had died and I was finally at peace, not because I was bleeding but because it resembled all the ugliness inside of me had finnaly come out.

I force myself away and make my way downstairs, the blood had disappeared and the scars looked like they did before. I find them watching a baking show and looking through books. I decided against asking about the mirror, like I said before its for another time, maybe for someone else's discovery.

How's spring break going for everyone???