Open your Wings

Chapter 15

The treehouse of many memories: pt 1
Day 1, 27 days left

Carson's POV

Last thing I remember is seeing Clayton standing on the counter, then everything went black...
I fluttered my eyes open, the first thing I saw Clayton. I instantly scooted myself up the bed more, but he held onto my hand.
"Carson, it's ok, I'm not afraid anymore."
"Well I'm afraid that I'm going to hurt you! Remember when I dropped you? I could have killed you!"
"Yeah, I remember, but that wasn't you! You have to learn to control it, and, without fainting please." He gave a small chuckle.
"Ok, I'll practice, but you have to promise you won't wuss out on me." I said, holding out my pinkie.
"What? Are we in 3rd grade now?" I gave an annoyed sigh. "Fine." He sighed playfully and half smiled.
"Now come on, I want to help you with something." I said, whipping my feet out from under the covers.
"And what is that suppose to mean?"
"You'll see." I walked to my dresser and picked out a blue and white striped shirt. What? I'm addicted to stripes. I put on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and black converses.

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"Where are we going?" Clayton asked for the 3rd time.
"I told you, it's a surprise!"
"I hate surprises." He said jokingly, not taking his eyes off the road.
"Well, you might not like this, but we're are helping each other through this. Turn left at the light." As he turned down the road, the forest came in sight. "We're here!" I excitedly yelled.
"The forest? What are we doing here?"
"You'll see soon enough." I smiled.

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We walked in deeper and deeper, as it started to become dark. Then, there it was, me and Clayton gazed up at the ginormous oak tree, at least 23 feet wide, and 52 feet tall.
"Wow. Why did you take me here?" He questioned.
"Because there's something inside it that's really important to me." I ran around the tree, looking for the nailed boards to climb up on. I found it and started climbing, Clayton right behind. At least 15 feet off the ground, I found a familiar ledge with a familiar door.
"What's this?" He asked, curiosity danced in his voice.
"This Clayton, is my treehouse." A puzzled face washed upon him.
"But this would have costed a fortune!" He protested.
"Yeah, but at the time, my father was a famous man. Have you ever heard of Alan Baelin?" His eyes grew wide with surprise and astonishment.
"Alan Baelin the mastermind!? You, are Alan Baelins daughter!?"
"Yeah, Carson Marie Baelin is my full name. We use to come here all the time, to this tree." I rubbed the bark, I felt its rough texture under my soft fingers. "Then, I made a wish to have a tree house made inside. My mom thought I was crazy, but my dad said I was a brilliant little girl, filled with improbable dreams and wonders. So he bought the tree, and hired men to make a 2 story house inside. I played here all the time, had sleepovers. Until... until..." Tears pooled around my eyes, suddenly losing their sparkle. "That god damned day! The day that everything changed! He... rapped me." I sniffed, Clayton's eyes grew wide with anger. He then punched the bark, then again, and again, switching hands. "Clayton! Calm down!" He ignored me, he kept on punching the bark. His hands were bloody and raw. "Clayton stop!!!" I yelled as I slapped his cheek, and hard. I gasped and put my hands to my mouth, realizing my mistake. He stopped and put his hand to his cheek, then turned to me. His eyes were bloodshot, he looked down at his hands, and screamed. I grabbed his hands, he bit his lip in pain. I looked at his hand then him, indicating if he wants me to heal them. He nodded, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and let out the flame. I felt it go up and down his body, healing it entirely. A few seconds later, he was healed.
"I guess you're getting the jist of it."
"Yup, can we go inside now that you're through with your 'episode'?"
"Sure."

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Hey guys! I just posted the prologue for my new book 'Made from Scratch', I hope you guys like it, bye!