Eye of the Storm Book 1 of the Ember Rising Series

Chapter 1: New School, New life. Yay?

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All my life I was never really wanted. I was born different I had certain abilities as far as I could remember I could do things normal people shouldn't be able to do I could sense emotions, auras, even telekinesis. I was forced to hide my abilities and only allowed to use it for when my stepmother allows it as in my stepmothers eyes I was simply a monster. 

The Sorenson's my "lovely" family.

When I was born my father was married to my stepmother who had cheated on her with my birth mother who at that time was underage I wish I could have met her. The day after I was born was also the day my mother killed herself after discovering that my father wouldn't leave his wife, I never knew her name or what she would have been like as a mother. I had asked my dad once about her and he told me that she had given me my name and that my stepmother was my mother and that I should never ask him about her again. It was a hollow life especially if you were the constant reminder of adultery I was a black child  in an all white family . I was an outsider almost an intruder in my own family. We never really stayed in a place for less than two years because of my dad's job which left little rooms for friends at least for me but I didn't mind  it much mostly.

     Through the years my family became complete strangers as Dad's always busy at work and barely comes home and even when he is he barely says a word to anyone as if he's just going through the motions at home. My stepmother had always been sick as she only left the house for doctors appointment but even then I could feel the rage and hate coming off of her at my presence alone as she always tells me that men are scum and I'm just an abomination and a whore of the mud people that men would only rape me and use me like the slut I am. I had barely talked to the opposite sex and had never had a kiss let alone sex but I knew her words fault but it didn't help from the scarring as if she even see's that I'm looking at a man or even a hello she has a special way of punishing me if I disobey.

My  sister Marie hates me I don't know why as we had been so close when we were younger but more and more I could see her hating me like her mother and blaming me that I had abilities and she did not. 

I don't hate them, I can't hate anybody really. There my only family. No, I almost pity them that there lives are so unhappy. Though who am I to say anything when I'm just as unhappy. We had just moved to a new house in Charleston, South Carolina. In a couple weeks I would register for classes at Ashley Waters High School. I was beginning anew. Looking out my window I could see the forest in my backyard. So why did I have a feeling that something was about to change.

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Hands caressed me so lovingly as they explored every inch of my body, and I there's. My body curved to their touch welcoming it as if it were familiar like my very own. I craved, no I needed their touch like a drug they were my addiction. Desperately as if I was a match they set my body on fire and we burned together as a fiery inferno that would never die. Their voices whispered there love to me and devotion; calling me there goddess . I needed them. God did I need them and I didn't even know them yet there kisses and touch made me feel whole and complete. Our bodies soared higher and higher as we reached our peak, my body never wanting to come down from this feeling. I warily opened my eyes and though I knew I couldn't see there faces fourteen very different pair of eyes looked back at me with such love.

Waking up with a start I stared at my ceiling my pajamas and sheets sticking to my sweaty body as I let out a long sigh before untangling myself from my sheets my mind replaying over the dream I just had. It was the same dream I had for about a month now and it was always about those nine different guys. They were so beautiful that they haunt my dreams every night. 'I need a good soak in the bath'. I thought just as a loud banging came from my door followed by the voice of my sister Marie. "Ember! Wake up! Mom wants you downstairs. Now!" She shouted before I heard her away. Not wanting to make my mom angry because I was going to slow for her I made my way downstairs p.j.'s and all. Walking to the front door of my parents room. Knocking first and hearing "Enter". I went inside. My parents bedroom was medium size with a bathroom, one TV , a sliding door closet and a queen size bed. My mother sat on the edge of the bed her hair falling past her shoulder almost paled against her already pale skin. But it was her harsh eyes that haunted me.