Loving Ashlynn (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 45 - Creando Stateram (Samson Conrad POV) Pt.5

Chapter 45 – Creando Stateram (Samson Conrad POV) Pt.5

I expected the next car to arrive down at the house to be my parents. I mean everyone would be coming down from town, probably about twenty to thirty adults. After Imogen, Lennon, Luca and Nick Romas entered our home leaving Fatima and I still in my mother's Audi, we sat quietly.

Each lost in our thoughts, though a good chunk of mine were revolving fully around what Fatima was possibly thinking. Her face gave nothing away.

"I don't know how I stopped her," she whispers as the car approaching isn't one that belongs to my father. The minute I make it out whose it is, my stomach drops. "We need to get out of the car," I rushed to say to Fatima, although I didn't take my eyes off of the white van approaching us.

Hurriedly, Fatima scooted over to her side of the car, opening the door and hoping out, proving again that nothing was wrong with her physically. Mentally I believe that she was trying to wrap her mind around someone actually dying while trying to take power from her.

Power that, she was not aware she grasped inside her.

"Where would it come from?" she asked though I strongly believe what she truly meant was, "This power came from Cynthia and I do not want anything from her." It was craving the impossible. Genetically speaking that is.

All in my head, as I said, this possible conversation continued. If Cynthia was aware that Fatima had a power, or stored energy, why didn't Cynthia have 'power' herself? Hell, Imogen was sure without meeting Cynthia, that the woman was an Aura or Life Source feeding Fae. That fed of children because they were pure.

Hoping out from the Audi behind Fatima, her hand in mine I hurried to get us inside although, it's not like Leslie couldn't come into the house.

I think errantly; who told her? But I'm sure it was Lia. After all, she had to pick up both girls after school was over, Andy being the one that seemed to be following my fathers' instructions despite how hard it was.

He wanted to spend time with Fatima more than he wanted the air around him inside his lungs. Or well that's what it looked like when he would stare at her from a distance.

That was going to change, I think idly as I hurry us into the kitchen, bursting in and startling Harleigh, Thaddeus, Talia, Javier and Brennan. For a minute when I see Javier, I grimace, ugh, please tell me Taylor and Devin weren't here. I think actually wondering who would be worse to experience right now.

"What's – what happened?" Harleigh asks her eyes and everyone else's focused on Fatima's face. The minor scratches, hell I had a few on my face that were just nearly healing. "Was there an accident?" Brennan asks getting up and coming over to us, which only made me frown and take a step away from him, Fatima doing the same.

"I'll tell you what they did," I hear Leslie's voice filled with hate and anger before I whip to face her, pushing Fatima behind me. "Stay away from her Les," I warn immediately, the atmosphere shift in the room changes just as fleetingly.

Laughing, though her eyes are red, tear tracks on her face and smudged makeup, it's a hysterical type of laughter.

"She doesn't need your protecting S-Samson, she killed Lydia," Leslie grits out, taking a step towards me as my siblings all jump up from their seats, unsure.

"What?" – "What's going on?" – "Lydia is dead?"

"Oh yeah," Leslie cackles, her short brown hair slightly curled shakes around her face. "She might have saved you Talia, but she doesn't just save lives she takes them too," her smile drops and hate fills her eyes.