Now you see it.

Chapter 8

                                                                                                                        ~Crystal's POV~

 I looked over at Issac, my eyes, burning drilling into the side of his head as I did so.

"It's impolite to stare." He said to me before I rolled my eyes. My hands ran across the dash of the car feeling the faint layer of dust that lingered on the leather interior.

"So is kidnapping someone but you dn't hear me complaining." I replied with a smirk.

I could tell that he was looking at me even though I was staring out the window. The intesity of his Cloudy Grey eyes made it hard to ignore him. 

"Pay attention to the road." I spoke up. He chuckled, faintly hitting the button beside the radio and music came blasting out of it. I smiled half heartedly as i recognized the song. "I need more dreams, and less life. I need that dark, and a little more light." Singing along Izzy's smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"I've cried tears you'll never see. So fuck you if you don't cry me an ocean and leave me be." His voice resonated making my face heat up. He was a good singer. My eyes moved to look  at him as he continued to sing along. 

I raised my hand, resting it on the white strands of hair. His hair was soft, almost as if you were touching a cloud. "What are you doing?" He gave me a quizzical look when the car stopped in a familliar drive way. 

There was one other car sititng in the drive way. It was a black Camero with a zig-zagged patter of white lightning running across the fresh looking paint. He looked at it before shaking his head as I went to answer his question. 

"Who's car is that?" I pondered, sneaking a quick glance up at him then averted my gaze to the door as it opened. A middle aged woman walked out the door in what appeared to be a checkered, red, white, and black shirt a pair of blue jeans with black heels. Her skin was a flawless cream color with the same silvery white hair that Izzy had. 

" Auntie Linda!?" He called and she turned to smile at him. Walking over to her, she met him halfway and they emt in an embraced. 

"Little Izzy, How are you?" She asked before pulling back and smiled at him. The conversed as the stood there, Izzy, leaning against the truck that sat behind him and I smiled. I glanced at Izzy and I cleared my  throat. The smile on his face grew a bit more. 

"Where are my manners? Auntie Linda this is Crystal Drake. Crystal this is my Aunt Linda."  I held a hand out to her and my aunt girpped it before glancing at him. Izzy gave a subtle nod. the motion going unnoticed by me until I saw him freeze for a second as I made eye contact. I chuckled. and stepped back, standing beside Izzy.

                                          ~~~~~~~~~~~Issac's POV~~~~~~~~~~~

I smiled as the shook hands and Crystal stepped beside me. "So is this your car?" I asked my aunt with a quizzical expression. She shook her head and then sighed faintly. 

"It's your mother's. She bought it earlier today." I froze for a moment before, narrowing my eyes. See my aunt was like myself another mentalist so even if I tried I'd be here for a while trying to get into her head. 

"With what money?" I asked. I could feel the blood bioling in my body as I turned on my heel and walked towards the front door. My fist balled at my side as I pushed the door open. I turned at the stairs and took them two at a time. My aunt was downstairs calling my name as I made it to my room. The entire area was a mess. The bed sheets shredded the closet had been rumamged through. The curtains torn from the wall. 

 I looked around and took a deep breath, turning to the door slowly I made Crystal float out of my way and made my way into the hallway. My anger, causing the glass from the pictures to shatter as I closed my hand tighter. In the kitchen my mother sat drinking her coffee. The same thick resentment feeling hung in the air as I stared at the woman in the kitchen. My aunt stood behind mea hand resting on my shoulder. 

"Issac calm down." she cooed. Hugging me. The first wave of psychic energy blew outward from me as my aunt squeezed tighter. 

"Why were you in my room Mother." It wasn't a question in was a statement because anyone could who could get in ehr ehad knew the truth. 

"Don't question me." She retored and I opened my hand and clenched it again her coffee cup now broke into smaller pieces. I stepped forward. My eyes held the deep anger in them, loathing ofr the woman across from me was evident at the shaking of everything around us, 

"Answer me now." I spoke again trying to keep my composure. "Why the fuck were you in my room?" She looked up form the papers she had been reading infront of her and glanced at her sister. 

"It's under my roof. In my house Is it not?" She finally responded. My eyes widened and I set her flying abckwards across the kitchen floor. My hands unclenched as I raised one of them.

"Your house? Ha! I paid for this house. I'm doing your job. Feeding your family. Raising your daughter. Paying your bills. and you think now that you have a little job and little money you make buys us what little food we eat as a family that makes this your house?" I asked her before I swiped my hand diagonally. She flew backwards into the wall, denting it on impact. 

"I'm your mother." she stood slowly before, attempting to cast an Illusion only to drop to her knees in pain. I smirked before my hair fell into my face, giving me the look of a mad man. 

"No my mother died when she gave birth and found out ehr son was the very thing she despised." I spoke my voice ahrsh and cold at this point. my aunt sat back, watching this. My mother gave a wail of a cry as I made the pain stop.

"Yes I despise my own son. I want the power! I want what should have been mine." she gripped the knife from the floor and flung it toward my aunt. i stopped it mid throw. 

"You weren't meant to have it Luciel." My aunt fianlly spoke up. "If you had the pwoer what would you ahve done? Start wars? What if little Laina would have gotten the power isntead of Issac would you ahve resented her too?" She asked with convicted and interrogative tone. 

"Yes." she asnwered simply. 

 I lost it. My hands raised into the air as i flung my mother back into the wall she tried to cast an illusion only for me to activate my fear inducement. My eyes turned a dark black color as the area in the kitchen began to swirl in darkness. "Your jealousy makes you blind." My voice cold as her worst fears begna to become visual. She sceeched in pain before falling over and I felt a hand on my back Crystal stood there, her eyes closed as she tried to keep from seeing what was going on. 

"Izzy jsut walk away." she said and turned to her. I dispelled the shadows and looked to my mother. 

"I want you gone when i come abck tonight. Away from My hosue." I said before turning on ym heel. My aunt follwoed behind me and the door shut. "Crystla let go." She nodded before I took a deep breath and felt the excess power shoot outward in a field like motion. 

I sighed faintly. I could've killed but I didn't. I didn't knoiw why but at the moment. I didn't care.