Deadly Reflections

Chapter Seventeen

I ran as fast as my tired legs would carry me, through the dark forest. Weaving through the trees and over fallen logs, unsure of where I was running to or who I may be running from. I came to a break in the trees and came to a skidding halt when I saw the scene before me. The road was laid out in front of me, along with the scene of a car accident. Both vehicles were unrecognizable due to severe damage. One of the vehicles looked as though it had flipped a handful of times while the other was damaged all the way around, most likely from hitting the other car along with the guardrail. Glass and medal laid scattered around the entire scene. Sniffing the air, I caught the scent of gasoline and blood, but not just anyone's blood.

"Dad?"

I took a tentative step forward and climbed over the damaged guardrail and on to the road. I slowly started towards the flipped vehicle, but out of the corner of my eye I saw a body lying lifeless on the ground. I ran over to the body only for my heart to sink at the sight of my uncle Damon, covered in blood and completely motionless. I blinked away a few tears before faintly hearing groaning. I turned back to the flipped car and stepped near the driver side. Kneeling, I looked through the shattered window to see my father still strapped in by his seatbelt. Instinctively, I stood and grabbed onto the door, before ripping it away. I knelt down again, but gasped when I saw a thick piece of metal gauging out of my fathers chest.

"Dad! Dad?" I called. His eyes barely open before closing again.

"Jett?" He asked, his voice, raspy.

"I'm here dad! Stay with me!" I said.

"Why did you do this, Jett? Why did you cause this?" He asked. "Wh-what?" I asked, extremely confused. He didn't reply. I listened closely to his heart, but heard nothing.

"Dad!" I called, but it was too late, he was gone. I stood, noticing my fathers blood on my hands. Unable to take the pain of watching my father die, I roared as loud as my lungs were capable of and punched the side of the car. That's when I noticed someone running into the forest. Without a second thought, I chased after them. From the rage coursing through me, I caught them quickly, dragging them to the ground instantly. I flipped him so that he faced me.

"This is all your fault!" I roared. When I caught sight of his face, I scrambled away from him. The kid in front of me was me. Out of shock, I didn't move from the forest floor, when he stood.

"You're right. This is all your fault." He or I or whatever, said in an eerily calm voice. His eyes started glowing, but they weren't yellow like mine. They were a cold blue. Suddenly he charged at me and when he got to me, he swung his clawed hand at my face.

I jolted upright, sweating profusely and my heart was racing. Thankful that it was only a nightmare, I dropped back onto my pillow and took in deep breaths. After a few minutes, my alarm went off, causing me to groan. I shut it off and got up.

After my shower, I walked across the hall to Kaila's room. I found her sitting on her bed reading.

"Hey Kai." I said, softly. She didn't respond, so I casually sat in front of her on her bed, crossing my legs. "Kai, I'm really sorry about yesterday. I was having a rough day and I shouldn't have taken it out on you." I apologized. She looked up from her book.

"You could've told me that! I thought we were supposed to tell each other everything!" She said. I sighed.

"I know, but some things, you're better off not knowing." I explained.

"Why? Cause I'm just a little kid?" She asked, angrily.

"No! To keep you safe!" I shot back.

"From what?" She asked. I shook my head. "No! I'm done with this conversation! Just let it go, okay?" I exclaimed, getting up and exiting her room before she could respond. As I walked down the hallway towards the stairs, my sensitive ears caught the sound of her small voice.

"I don't even know you anymore."

Throughout the school day, I struggled to focus. All I could think about was that nightmare I had along with what Kaila said. I hate the fact that I can't tell her about what's happening to me. I don't want her to be frightened by me nor do I want to put her in any danger. Hell, I don't want to put anyone in danger, even Scott, although he's now my alpha. You know, what if my dream was right? What if it's all my fault?

Once school ended for the day, we all went to the library to do research. I sat between Blaire and Scott while Stiles and Lydia sat, staring at a laptop screen. As I sat there quietly listening to their conversations, my hearing started to get more sensitive. I closed my eyes in order to calm all the voices and sounds but it all just kept getting louder and louder.

"Try typing in crazy superhuman monster serum." Liam suggested.

"That's a bit of an exaggeration there, Liam." Scott said.

"Really? He shattered Blaire's wrist, along with yours! He could have killed someone!" Liam said.

"None of this is Jett's fault!" Blaire said, defensively.

"Yeah, but who's to say that we can find a cure?" He shot back. All of the voices in the library were unbearably loud, but Liam's voice was becoming excruciating. I couldn't take it anymore, so I got up and rushed out of the library. I walked around the side of the building before coming to a stop. I leaned against the wall and slid down to the ground. I buried my face in my hands and began focusing on controlling my hearing. After a few long seconds, the voices and sounds quieted down and back to normal. I let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Jett?" Blaire's soft voice asked. I lifted my head to see her standing nervously a few feet away.

"Hey." I said while giving her a gentle smile. She relaxed and came to kneel beside me.

"I'm sorry about what Liam said." She said, sincerely. I shook my head.

"Don't apologize. He's right." I said. She scoffed.

"No he's not! None of this is your fault, Jett! We were attacked! You can't blame yourself for that!" She said.

"What if it is though? What if we were attacked, because of me?" I asked.

"Why would you think that?" She asked. I shrugged. "I don't know." I lied. She grabbed my hand reassuringly.

"Tell me why you think that." She said. I sighed in defeat.

"I had this dream last night. It was about my dad. I came across the car accident that killed him and my uncle. I watched my dad die and then I ended up chasing the driver of the car that hit them, but..." I trailed off.

"What?" She asked.

"The driver was me." I admitted. She was silent for a moment before I felt her gently turn my face to hers.

"It was only a nightmare, Jett. You're not a killer, not now, not ever. So what if you're a werewolf! That doesn't make you a killer! Don't believe what Liam said, okay? He's just a kid." She said, confidently. I gave her a small smile and nodded.

"Come on, let's get out of here." She said, giving my hand a squeeze before pulling me to my feet. She then hooked her arm with mine and we walked back into the library before going out to the parking lot.