The Awakening

Chapter Seven: A Frightening Encounter

Questions cloud my mind, crippling my ability to think. I shake my head to clear my mind, but it does nothing.

What was happening to me?

I stroll out of the school doors, trying to look as casual as possible. My bag bumps my back with every step, which wouldn't normally affect me,  but really irritates me right now. After several moments of constant bag-bumping, I completely lose it, and I throw my bag on the ground forcefully with unexplainable anger.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" I scream with frustration at...at what?

CON-FU-SION.

I sit down on the curb and put my head in my hands. GET A GRIP. Gosh. I felt like I was PMS-ing. 

Think. Mom had said that I was "special", that I had "Powers". So that little scene back there...could I have been developing my Powers? Bursts of sound and sight didn't seem like much of a power to me. But the strength, now that was cool. 

I grin to myself. This might get interesting...

My head snaps back when I hear the sound of a car's engine close by. Like RIGHT behind me. Then my heart STOPS when I see which car that is.

Before I have a chance to react, a man wearing a dark suit steps out of the black sedan. His glasses glint in the sunlight, and his bright green eyes stare steadily at me. His face holds no expression until he faces me. Then he smiles a slow, cruel, evil smile. A taunting, I've-got-you-now kind of smile.

"Hello, Vanessa," my father says.

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"What the hell do you want?"

The words echo in his ears. The first words his daughter EVER said to him, the first conversation they've EVER had, and this is what she says.

God, her eyes. He could see himself in them. The rest of her...he felt like he was staring right at a younger Samantha. 

He stepped out of the car.

Rick smiled in what he hoped would come across as pleasant. "Hello, Vanessa."

She was silent. He didn't like silence.

"You look just like your mother."

The girl snorted. "Stop trying to make conversation. I hate you. Can I go now? Or are you gonna try to rape me or something? I bet it's something you would do. You did it to my mother."

Her icy tone stung. What had he done to make her hate him? And he...he hadn't raped her...had he? I mean...she was willing...

"Vanessa," he began, his voice desperate.

She laughed cruelly. "What? Did I hurt your feelings? Oh yeah. YOU DON'T HAVE ANY."

His heart split in two. "Vanessa, please..."

Vanessa stood up, eyes blazing, and he could see that she was trembling. From what? Rage? Fear? He took a step back in horror. Was he...scaring her? No! He couldn't do this!

"You left her you bastard! Just got up and left, at the time she needed you most! Do you know how HARD that was on her? Do you FUCKING CARE?!" She grabbed her bag and backed away.

Rick sighed. Business was business. 

As she turned to run, he took out the syringe. 

With lightning fast reflexes, he darted forward and wrapped his arm around his daughter, pinning her arms behind her. She yelped with surprise, fighting with all her might against him. She was very strong. He was stronger. Pushing her to the ground, he held her slender arms together with one large hand. She fell to the ground on her belly, screaming. 

"YOU DOUBLE-CROSSING BASTARD! I KNEW YOU WERE SO FUCKING SHALLOW! SOMEBODY HELP! DAMMIT, GET OFF OF ME! AAAAAAAAAAHHH! HELP, SOMEBODY! RAPE! RAAAAAAAPE! SOMEBODY, PLEASE!"

His heart fell and he grit his teeth as he plunged the needle into her neck. Vanessa shrieked with the pain and let out one last desperate scream. 

The broken-hearted father bent to whisper in her ear as she succumbed to the drug, her eyes glaring with pure hatred at him before they closed unwillingly. 

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so so sorry."

When he was sure that she was asleep, he picked her up and put her in the back seat of his sedan. The drug would keep her unconscious for about 3 hours, so he didn't need to tie her up. That would probably break his heart even more, anyway. Glancing back, he noticed her bag. He sighed, and set it on the floor of the sedan. She might need it later. 

His Boss would be happy. But would he be happy? He looked at her beautiful, peaceful, young face and his heart wrenched. He...he had a daughter.

Rick froze. He was a father. A FATHER. What the hell was he doing, drugging his own child, and kidnapping her? She lay there, unmoving except for the slight movements of breathing she made. That's when he made his decision. Probably the most daring decision he had ever made in his life, but as he looked at his slumbering teenage captive,  he knew it would be worth it.

He shut the door and sat in the driver's seat. And then he stopped in his tracks when the door slammed again. He whirled around and was shocked to find the backseat empty.

Alarmed, he shot out of the car, and watched in disbelief as Vanessa sprinted for all she was worth, her bag bouncing on her back, away from him. He slumped against the sedan, one question on his mind: How?

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Rick in the picture! Yeah, I know, Rick isn't a brunette, but this is the best I could find. And it's pretty good, too. He's good-looking, wearing a suit, and looks almost EXACTLY like I pictured Rick. So there ya go.

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