I am so sorry for neglecting this story, but school and life and responsibilities showed their ugly face. I'm going to try to update once every two or three days, but I can't promise anything.

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-Via

Chapter 9: Two o'clock rock

I walked over to Jean and Scott, and talked to them for a while. When it turned eleven o'clock, I decided to turn in. I told them goodnight and walked back to my room. I undressed and jumped into bed, after brushing my teeth and combing my hair, before falling asleep almost instantly.

I woke up with a painful headache. I knew it wasn't morning yet, when I looked out the window it was still dark and a quick glance at the watch confirmed it. 2:12 Am. I put on an over sized t-shirt I'd nicked from a friend back in Brooklyn, and walked down towards the kitchen. My hair was hanging loose around my shoulders, my large curls slightly bouncing with each step I took.

I entered the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a mug of cold water. I took a glass from the cabinet left of the fridge and closed it. I poured some water in my glass, and almost choked on it when I turned around and saw Caleb sitting there by the kitchen island, with a smirk on his face. I swallowed and put my glass down on the counter.

-"I didn't scare you, did I?" he asked jokingly.

-"No, not at all. I usually choke on my water when I see people," I replied with mock sincerity. He chuckled and motioned for me to sit down. I grabbed my glass and sat down across from him.

-"What brings you to the kitchen this early? Or late?" Caleb asked me as he ate a cookie from the plate on the island.

-"I had a headache and couldn't sleep. What about you?" I asked and took a cookie.

-"Kitty sleepwalked and woke me up. She kept asking me where the alligator was, so I just let her go about her business and walked down here instead," Caleb replied and laughed.

I laughed with him, 'a girl who walks through walls has a sleepwalking problem. Classic,' I thought to myself.

-"Well, she better be fit and ready for shopping tomorrow," I said and munched on my cookie.

-"Shopping with Kitty? Good luck," Caleb said, and laughed.

-"It can't be that bad. Besides, I think I can manage myself," I replied. Caleb just smiled and chuckled. We talked for what felt like hours and I felt comfortable in Caleb's company. He always had a smile around his lips and I could feel my heart miss a beat every time we looked each other in the eyes. I caught him looking at me quite a few times, but I didn't comment it. I just enjoyed it.

I wasn't really used to getting this kind of attention from guys, it felt a bit weird, but a good weird.

The only boyfriend I'd ever had was a guy named Connor. We used to be best friends growing up, and when we turned 14 he asked me out. He was very sweet and kind and I really liked him. But a few months ago, just after my 16th birthdaym I saw him screwing the girl next door. I dumped him on the spot. We'd been on and off the last two years, but that day was supposed to be our new three month anniversary. That made the betrayal even worse.

What I found out two days after I broke up with him was that he wasn't the gentle nice boy I'd once known. Now he was an upset 16 year old violent and mean guy. He showed up at the orphanage, demanding to speak to me. I went outside to him, and he started begging for forgiveness. I refused to accept his apologies, and that just made him even angrier. He'd grabbed my shoulders and shook me hard, like he wanted to beat his apology into me. That was the first time I used my powers. When Connor got more violent and had pushed me hard up against the brick wall in the alley, he pinned my wrists above my head and he'd started kissing me. It felt wrong and disgusting, and most of all painful. His grip on my hands was hard and he tightened it as I tried to squirm and kick my way out of his grasp. He squeezed his hand even tighter around my wrists, and I heard a sickening snap and a jolt of pain as my left wrist fractured under his hold. He ignored it, and his mouth started attacking my neck as I panted and screamed in pain. It took me a second to feel my rage erupt from deep inside, and I sent a jolt of energy through Connors body. I continued to send the energy through him, and I pushed him crashing towards the big trashcans on the other side if the dark, enclosed alley we were standing in.

I was too caught up in my story to notice the tears streaming down my cheek. Caleb had stayed silent throughout my tale; he just sat there with a slightly sad and angry expression. He brought his hands up to my face and cradled it, wiping the tears away with his thumbs.

-"I'm so sorry Amelia. You didn't deserve that," he said sternly, yet gentle. I turned my eyes away from his face, down on my lap.

-"Who knows, maybe I did," I muttered to myself as I felt another wave of tears threatening to fall. Caleb heard what I said, but decided not to push me. He figured I'd tell him what I meant when I was ready. He just enveloped me in a tight hug, stroking my hair and my back as I let out the tears I'd held back for years. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried onto his shoulder. He'd whisper words of comfort, trying to soothe my weeping.

All the crying left me drained of energy, and after a while I fell asleep in Caleb's hold. He took me in his arms and carried me to my room. He opened my door, still holding me, and put me on my bed. He took my shoes off, and just as he wrapped my blanket around me I whispered sleepily to him:

-"Thank you"

Caleb smiled and tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear, before whispering:

-"You're welcome". He smiled and walked out of my room, leaving me sleeping with tear streaks down my cheeks and a smile on my face.