Falling For My Fear

Falling for my Fear 14

SAM:

I was walking up to Jace's room, when I saw Emma had her door open slitghly, I couldnt help but peak in; there on her bed was Emma and my brother making out. I couldnt help but giggle, when I heard a moan "Emma" I blushed considering it was my brother. I walked of to Jace's room.

I was happy for Evan, he found someone.

Now all I had to get Evan to tell me about him and Emma.

I knocked lightly on his door. There was no reply; I opened it slightly

"Jace?" I said, I had a quick look he isnt there.

I wondered where he was, Nate told me to go and talk to him.

"Are you looking for Jace?" I jumped and saw Stephenie the girl with bue hair.

"Uh yeah" I said to her, she nodded and crossed his arms.

"He loves you" she said simply. I sighed "As Ive been told" I mumbled.

"Dont hurt him" she said with some emotion that I couldnt pin down to one- determantion, pain sadness. I arched an eyebrow

"Why...?" I had trouble wording it but she must have understood: why does she care so much? I havent seen her speak to him once.

"Jace has...helped me. Im not your average girl"

I smiled slightly. "Well no... You're a werewolf" I said,

"Am i?" she asked me, I stared at her. Was she?

"What are you?" I asked her looking at her.

She stared at me. "You can trust me you know...." she still stared. "Um... Jace trusts me" I said, really wanting to know what she was.

She sated for a few more minutes when she spoke "I am a chaos witch" she said simply.

Chaos witch... I thought back to when I was with Jason he taught me alot about the supernatural world.

A chaos witch is- she can give pain out to anyway, with just a single word or thought. But the way they survive is that they need pain or chaos. Its rare to have one, especailly one that isnt well evil.

"How old are you?" I asked her, suddenly worried.

"14" she replied.

"How did you get here?" I asked her, she shook her head.

"I've been through more than a teenager should go through" was all she replied to me.

She turned to walk off you somewhere when she said over her shoulder "He's at his thinkning place."

The view.

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I borrowed a pick-up truck that I had found in the garage. Okay more like stole for the time being.

It took about 15 minutes when I arrived there; I walked over to the shadow I knew was him- he throwing rocks over the edge.

"Are you okay?"I asked him, worried. I could see the tension in his shoulders.

He laughed. "Am I okay? Lets see, I found my mate told her that I loved her and that I wanted to be with her and she said no" I cringed. "So no Sam Im not okay"

I sighed. "Look we need to talk" He turned to face me; hearing the serious tone.

He leant against his motorbike I took a deep breath. "Why didnt you tell me about the pain?" I asked him, he arched an eyebrow. "Well it wasnt like you gave me a chance to talk to you about the bond"