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Don't Turn Away
Chapter 1, Habbits
There was a time when I was little that I haven't told my friends. To umderstand why I don't tell them, you would have to know what happened. So, lets have a flash back.
My world was spinning, my father, Elliot, had me for the weekend, as my parents were divorced. My father was showing me something incredible for my fifth birthday, the spirit relm. I met doctor Martin Davis and one of his sons. Gene. At the time, my name was still Maihime Searls.
"So, Maihime, why are you interested in spirits?" Dr. Davis said with a small smile om his face. The man had dark brown eyes that looked almost black. Intruiging, but mot nearly as captivating as his son's. There was something missing from his son's eyes though. Gene had an almost distant look in his eyes, but then I saw it.
It was a dark night, a man, taking the form of Gene at an older age, was walking across the street. He was wearing a dark blue button up dress shirt and a even darker blue sweater underneath. As he took a step, out of nowhere came a silver Toyota Camri that hit him in the side. The car turned around and a woman stepped out with two men to follow. The woman had stunning red hair her curviture was to die for. She had the two large men gather the body as if to save him. They then proceeded to stuff his already mutilated body into the trunk. The woman jumped into the car and went to drive away but I got the liscens plate. 56712.
When I came back to my dad was chatting away a storm with Dr. Davis. Then, only when my voice came through, did I finally let Dr. Davis recieve my reply. "Because the Dead are less judgemental then Alives."
That evening after Dr. Davis showed me how to use my PK, my Dad gave some news. "I'm getting remarried, Princess. I know me and your mother didn't work it out after we told you we would try, but..." He trailed off into space and I began to feel a lashing from my PK. I had to warn him.
"Dad, I feel..." He cut me off.
"I know how you feel, but I need to say this. You might not understand this right now but your mother whores herself out. I couldn't handle that anymore. I'm filing for custody after the marriage and you come live with me full time." He finished but ot was too late. My PK lashed out like an electric knife. It shocked his body and his head came off. I was intruiged by the severity of his means of dying but I was also bummed that I hadn't learned to control it yet. When Martin came in to see his body in shreds he tried to comfort me. When i saw his tears I vowed never to use this gift again. Only bad thimgs would come of it.
Three years later, I was eight. My mom was sick and I was getting angrier everytime she got sicker. Two months away from my ninth birthday, she died. Out of a fit of rage, I used my PK for the last time. I burned down my home.
It's been nine years since then. I'm almost Eighteen. I work for SPR, I'm in my senior year of Highschool, and did I mention I have a boyfriend. Hikaru Hitachin. Ginger, Male, devious, dominant. Everything. Plus, he's rich but doesn't force me to buy stuff. Thank God! In the events of the story I'm about to tell you, im currently in the office. So, let me start... There.