A Kiss of Fate: Chapter 3: Special Girl
Chris approached me, slowly. I was still staring at my hand, wondering if I'd just thrown a demon across a room...without touching him. Chris stepped onto a creaky floorboard, which made me jump. I turned to him, my arm still raised, and he went crashing through the window. I gasped and covered my mouth with both hands, my eyes wide. I ran to the window and looked down, but didn't see him. I heard something behind me, and turned around to see him looking at me.
"Oh my god, Chris, I'm so sorry!" I whispered. I could hear the panic in my voice, and my heart was racing with the thought that I just might have a real power. It would be cool, if it weren't so scary...and I'd known about it. He laid a hand on my shoulder, softly, and looked into my eyes.
"It's okay, I'm fine." he said, calmly. The tears in my eyes made my vision blurry.
"What's happening to me? I've never had a power before! What if I hurt someone? I've already thrown Chris out of a window, what if I throw someone in front of a bus?" I panicked. Paige came over and took my hand, leading me to the couch.
"Breathe, honey, just breathe. You're okay and we're gonna figure this out. I promise. Piper, Phoebe!" she yelled. She turned back to me and rubbed my back with her free hand. Chris had knelt down in front of me, and was clutching my leg, his face concerned. He was also trying to calm me down by telling me to breathe. Minutes later, Piper and Phoebe came running into the attic, full alert. They looked at me, then the other two around me.
"What happened? Are you guys okay?" asked Piper, with concern.
"Umm, physically, yea. Not so much mentally or emotionally." Paige replied, looking down at me.
"Why? What happened?" Piper repeated, also looking at me. Since I couldn't talk at the moment, I decided to show her. I stood up, and pushed Chris behind me. I waved my arm at the book stand, and it flew, crashing into the far wall.
"Ohhh..." said Piper, looking at Phoebe, then to me. Her eyes grew wide for a second, and she sat me down on the couch. She knelt in front of me, like Chris had done, and Phoebe sat next to me.
"Are you okay?" she asked me calmly. I nodded, then shook my head. I could feel the tears coming back. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, eyes of concern, of sorrow, and of pity.
"Maybe we should call Leo, he might know something about this kind of thing." Phoebe said. Piper nodded, and got up, not wanting to yell in my ear.
"LEO!" she called, looking at the ceiling. Bright blue and white lights floated, and Leo appeared.
"Hey, what-" he stopped, and looked at me, his brows furrowing.
"What happened?" he asked. He looked at Piper, who motioned for him to follow her. They went out into the hallway. Paige sat down where Piper had been, and Chris knelt down like before. A few tears escaped my eyes, and they wiped them away. Phoebe pressed my head to her shoulder, and laid her head on top.
"It's gonna be okay, I promise." she whispered. I nodded. "We'll figure this out." she said. She rocked me back and forth.
"Paige, come here a sec." Piper called from the hall. Paige got up and left, Chris taking her place next to me. He laid his hand on my leg, and I covered it with my own. I grinned at him, and he grinned back, sweetly. There was still concern in his eyes. Leo came back in, Piper and Paige following him.
"Cara, I have something to tell you, something you're probably not going to like." he said, casting a side glance to Piper, then looking at Chris, who was standing right behind me.
"Cara, your mother, she had been a witch. She used to have a coven of her own, and she'd hold 'meetings' at your house every Tuesday. Do you remember any of that?" he asked me. Not sure if my voice would break, I nodded. He continued.
"She had telepathy, the power to move things with her mind; same as you. I gather that's where you got it from. She never told you or your father about it, because she'd wanted to protect you both from the horror of it all. You...must have inherited that power from her, and I'm thinking it was awakened when she died. I'm also thinking that when she was alive, she'd bound your power so you wouldn't have to deal with it, or be afraid of it. When she died, the spell must have...dissipated. Their grandmother," he said, looking at the sisters, "also bound their powers so they wouldn't have to deal with them as kids. And the binding spell was broken when she died. They inherited their powers when Phoebe came back from New York." Leo said. I felt disgusted, at my mother and her secrets, at Leo from hiding all of this from me. How could he keep me from knowing about my own power? If I had known, I would've been able to help with all the demons, like Barbas two weeks ago. All this time, I had had a power and didn't even know it. I shook my head, glaring at Leo.
"You've known about this? Wow, Leo, anything else I should know? How could you keep any of this from me? This is my power we're talking about! All this time, I'd thought I'd been helpless, and felt bad that you guys have had to protect me, and then YOU come in here, and say 'Oh by the way, you have a power and your mother was a witch!' How could you Leo? Did I not deserve to know?" I screamed at him. The tears blurred my vision again, and Piper came up behind me, laying her hand on my shoulder.
"I thought, maybe, just maybe, that I was worth more than I even thought. But I had no idea, about ANY of this!" I screamed. I glared at him, and shook my head. He looked down, content with what I was saying.
"What? Nothing else to say? Say, Leo, am I adopted, do I have parents running around out there somewhere, and you're just not saying it?" I cried. The tears spilled over, and my breath became shaky. I ran out of the room, unable to hold it in any longer than I had already. On my way out, I heard Chris.
"Are you happy now? Nice work, Leo."
I didn't want to leave, simply because I didn't want to be alone. I walked into the living room and sat on the couch, laying my head in my hands. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and into the room.
"Go away, Leo." I spat.
"It's me." Chris said. I looked up, and he grinned at me, sympathetically. He moved closer and sat next to me, as I wiped the tears away.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." I said, sniffling. He shook his head, looking at me, sadly.
"Don't be; you have every right to be angry. What he did..." he said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry about all of this. You're right, he should've told you." he said, nodding.
I laid my head on his shoulder, and he turned towards me, pulling me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him, closing my eyes. Within moments, I was fine, I felt better.
She clung to me, but I was fine with it. I realized she meant more to me than I thought. I wanted to be there for her. I wanted to be with her. I realized I've felt this way for awhile now. I wrapped my arms tighter around her, wanting to protect her from anything and everything.