Ghost ˚ C. Xavier [4]

Chapter Ten

A/N: Please comment to let me know how I'm doing, I've felt lost these last few chapters and I'm worried they suck :(

1961
BETH P.O.V

"You're wrong." I huff, folding my arms over my chest. "That is NOT what I was doing with that kid."

Charles chuckled, but there was an underlying look in his eyes, something I haven't seen before. "I'm sure it wasn't. The hair twirling and lip biting? Come on, Beth. Anyone could tell you were flirting from a mile away!"

"And what about you, Xavier? Huh?" I protested, a smirk resting on my lips. "Every time we go to the pub, you're hitting on some dolt."

Charles's grin fell, his eyebrows knitting together. "Touché, Everette." He said, a laugh leaving his throat as he did so.

I stood, dropping my arms to my sides as I walked over to the Telepath. "What were you doing at the library, anyways?"

Charles froze, his mouth repeatedly opening and closing as he tried to come up with an excuse. "Well, I-...." His face grew red, his hand finding the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Oh. My god." I breathed out, taking a nearby book and whacking him on the back of the head with it. "You were spying on me?!" I shouted in between hits. "You are going to get it!"

"What is it, exactly?" Charles rose a brow, rubbing the back of his head where I hit him moments ago. "Because you always say I'm going to get it. I never do." He smirked, coming to a stand and wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "I think you're bluffing."

I rolled my eyes, pushing the book to his chest. I looked up to meet his eyes, since we had a slight height difference between us. "Go ahead and think what you want, Charles. I'll get my revenge one day."

Charles chuckled, his eyes flicking down to my lips for a moment before meeting my eyes again, making me blush. "I'll be ready."

1984

Humming would seem insane to anyone else if they were in my situation at this very moment. My eyes were glued to the floor as I hummed 'God Bless America' for the tenth time while my feet tapped against the white ceramic tiles. My head hurt, almost feeling like someone was repeatedly smashing it with a baseball bat. My wrists hurt from the bindings that kept me to the chair. I chuckled in the middle of "my home sweet home", my eyes closing in thought. They all knew I could get out of these bonds, they had to.

"They're afraid of you."

"Shut up!" I shouted, my bangs falling over my eyes. "Still haven't learned to shut up... not even after you got poor mum and dad killed. And your poor innocent brother, Jack. He could have lived a good life." I felt tears come to my eyes, though there was no sadness behind them. "What the hell is happening to me...?" I questioned. It hung in the air, floating like a horrible odor in my brain. I sighed, leaning my head back to look at the ceiling.

Taking a deep breath, I began to hum a different tune, this one making my heart ache with nostalgia and loss. I rolled my eyes and decided to just sing it quietly to myself, bored with humming now.

"Come Josephine in my flying machine... going up she goes..." I whispered, remembering all the times I'd sang that song to Jack when he couldn't fall asleep. And then after Scott began to accept me as an adopted sister, I sang it to him. A small smile graced my lips. A real smile. It's been a while. "Up she goes." I lowered my head a bit, my eyes falling back to the spot they were for a few hours.

There was a quiet 'whoosh' in front of me, yet I refused to lift my head to meet the person who now sat before me.

"I used to think of myself as the weird girl who had this weird shit coming out of her hands." I huffed out a laugh, shaking my head. "But now? Now I'm just that along with being the one thing I never wanted to be." I paused, looking up to see Charles. "Im what we've tried so hard to destroy. I'm the villain."

He wheeled closer to me, his hand cupping my cheek. "But we can stop it." He said with a sad smile. "I've never given up on you, and I don't ever intend to. Especially not now." Charles finished, dropping his hand back into his lap.

I breathed out a laugh, my lips curling into a smile. "Why? Why do you have so much faith in me...?"

"I've known you all these years, I'm sure if I can handle marrying you, I can handle this." Charles said with a smirk. "For better or worse, sickness and health."