Secrets (Secrets Book #1)

Bad Dreams

"Hello, Tempest."

"Who's there?" I called into the darkness.

"We need your help dear." I hear Coraline's voice.

"Get away from me!" I call trying to look around the darkness.

"We need the help of a witch!" She says.

"Well, I don't know any witches." I say.

"Oh yes you do, look at this one." Something shiney floats up in front of me. It's a mirror, and all I see is

me.

"I'm not a witch." I call frusterated that I can't see her.

"Tempest, you can help us," she says coming into view. She keeps floating closer and closer to me, and I want her to stay away.

"Stay away." I warn.

She keeps coming and I try desperetly to to keep her back. "Come with me." she says holding out her hand.

"NO!" I yell.

I gasped in fresh air, I'm covered in sweat and am breathing like a marathon runner at the last stretch of a race.

"You alright?" Carter's voice cut into the silence.

"Bad dream." I said.

The phone started to ring outside of my room, I heard my dads voice answer it, "Hello?... I'll be right there... My daughter... of course... be right there." He hung up.

"Tempest, Carter get up." He came in my room and turned on the lights.

"The police were notified that something happened down at the Moore's house, I don't feel comfortable leavin you guys here by yourself at this time of night so Carter, I'm goin' need you to go home. Tempest your coming with me."

I got out of bed and threw on a pair of sweat pants and a hoddie. "Text me when you gey home." I yelled to Carter as he went outside to his truck.

"K, be safe." He called back.

I shoved my feet into my uggs and followed my dad to his police cruizer. This was so weird, I'd just had a dream about Coraline.

We drove up to their house, and you'd think that it would be fun to ride with your dad in a police car, but it wasn't. All 3 traffic lights are turned off after 11 and nobody was out at 3 in the morning.

Dad jumped out, there were 2 other police cars on the scene. This was the most action this town has gotten in years, Carter will probably be telling this storey to his children one day.

We walked through the house to the kitchen where the whole family sat around the table. "I thought you were getting a doctor for my son!" I heard Darian yell.

I snuck through all 3 police officers and saw Jagger slumped over in his chair. One police officer was sitting at the table jotting notes down on a notepad while Coraline was in tears retelling what happened.

"And then all of a sudden I heard a scream!" she said through her sobs.

"We can't get a hold of a doctor but maybe-" One of the policemen started.

"I want my son taken care of!" Darian said pounding a fist on the table.

"I can try," I said shyly.

All the heads turned in the room to me. "Tempest I'm not sure if you should look at the poor boy, might scare you." Officer Pete said looking at me sympethetically.

He'd really done it now, "I am perfectly capable of this." I said squaring my shoulders.

My dad and the 2 other police officers muttered under their breathes. "Take him to the living room and clean him up." Dad said.

I went over to Jagger, "Hey." I said bumping him slightly to get his attention. He turned his broken and bruised face to me.

"Common," I said helping him get up, he put most of his weight on me, by the time we made it to the couches I was out of breath.

I sat him down and Cleo came in with a box of medical supplies along with a bowl of water and washcloth. "Thankyou," I said quietly as she left the room.

I dipped the towel into the water, rung it out, and slowly brought it to his face. He flinched away, "It's okay." I muttered staring intently at his wounds.

Once I got most of the blood off I took a sanitary wipe. He groaned when he saw it through his one good eye. "I'm fine," His voice was gruff as he moved his head out of my reach.

I was getting nowhere with this, so I threw one leg over his until I was straddling him. Great, if anyone walked in here they'd think I was giving him a lap dance.

I turned his face towards me and brought the damp sanitary wipe to his face. His hand flew to my side and squezzed, hard enough that a cry escaped me.

"Sorry," He said dropping his hand.

I quickly finished but he still looked to be in pain. "Is something else hurt?" I asked.

"Maybe a few ribs, but I'll be fine."

"Take off your shirt." He raised his one good eyebrow at my sudjestion. "I meant so I could look at your ribs."

"Whatever excuse you need." He said. Unbelievable, even in pain he could be a jerk.

He took off his shirt and I tried not to drool over his six pack, it was a girl thing that you had to stare. He smirked slightly when he caught me staring.

I looked and saw some bruised skin around his ribs. I cautiously stuck my hand out, when it made contact with his ribs he sucked in a breath and ground his teeth.

"Just use your witch powers to heal me." He said in obvious pain.

"What?" I asked snapping my head up at his accusation.

"You heard me witch."

"I'm not a witch a**hole." I said.

"Prove it, prove you can't heal me." He said, he was sweating from the pain. I knew that even though I had some abilities that I wouldn't be able to heal him.

"Fine," I said tartly. I laid my hand flat against his bruises and put all my energy into healing him.

Once I could feel a headache climbing into my head I removed my hand and opened my eyes, "See no-" I stopped short at the sight of his healed ribs and face.

I blinked to make sure I wasn't imagining it, still there. Had I healed him?

"See ya around witch." He sang walking out of the room.