Chapter one: Find yourself, lose the others
"He's my best friend." I yelled letting every ounce of the anger I felt shoot towards my mother as she stood opposite me in a stance and state of passionate anger that echoed my own. We certainly weren't the poster couple for mother daughter relationships; in fact we were the exact opposite. Never in my life could I remember her and I sharing a heartfelt moment or loving hug. My mother believed in status and appearance, just not the ones relating to how her children viewed her. Suddenly, now, she was taking an interest in my life, but not in a way I needed her help or advisement. Not that those were things she offered. Instead she walked in with her perfect designer heels and dictated the next weeks of my life.
"He's you're brother and they are his friends. I think you are too close and far too dependent on them and him. This time apart will help you find yourself." She spoke in her sickly sweet voice as if trying to reason with the child I has once been, not the woman that stood before her. She was dictating who and who not were suitable friends for me to have. "Maybe introduce you to a new circle of friends. Perhaps female friends"
The idea of finding myself was ridiculous to me, I knew who I was and where I was going. It was her that was confused by how much sway she could have on my life. "So we share friends; we're siblings of the same age its natural we'd share friends. Is that really the problem or do you have an issue with the fact that I've chosen to date one of the Sons?" I blasted back at her verbally. "You know you could send me to the moon and you won't be able to break this bond I have with Pogue or even the connection I have with the rest of them and you totally can't destroy what Caleb and I have."
This had been an ongoing fight ever since she'd suggested a trip away back at the beginning of the school year, then it had been the summer in Europe with her; an idea I detested purely on basis of the company it threatened. Since then the idea had evolved, the latest version; 6 weeks with my aunt in Florida. My aunt was my mother's sister and therefore not in on the little family secret.
I was confidant of every word I spoke as I said it, I'd been born into this ready-made group of best friends when I was born into the Covenant it wasn't something miles could break.
I was a rarity as a girl born to the founding families of Ipswich a fact not lost on any of the boys, even baby boy thought I was in need of protection. I was also a girl that carried the powers, by no means was I gifted to be as strong as the boys, but I carried the power and the gift. My mother and recently Evelyn, Caleb's mother, had worried the effects of any child I would bare in the future even more worried should the child be fathered by a son of Ipswich. Namely Caleb. Trust me, it wasn't a likelihood any time soon and certainly not the high school side of College, but mothers worry and they worried enough to think Caleb and I need to be parted.
"Your plane leaves tomorrow morning and you will be on it Samantha, trust me if I have one power it is the power as your mother and you are going to Florida." She said sternly and meant every word of it. I know which battles to fight, I know which ones I'd lose and that one I'd just lost.
My mother turned on her Gucci heel and stalked from the room. I didn't need to use the power to slam the door, I wanted the satisfaction of doing it by hand. Jumping up from my bed I seized the door and threw it hard at the door frame slamming it hard feeling the shake of the floor as it reverberated from the impact.
I may have fought the battle with a little maturity, but I could and would still take the loss as a typical teenager. Stalking across the floor, my feet banging with every step, I reached my cd player and hit play. The music blasted drums and guitar tunes through the room. My hand turned the dial to full and the room filled with the tones and bass. In a single step I crossed to the bed and flopped on to it face first. My head buried in the pillow as I screamed my frustration. Across the room my mirror smashed unseen.