Chapter 7

Angelina and Derek let go of their grasp. However Derek picked Angelina up as he swings her around, while she was screaming and laughing at the same time telling him to let her go. Abruptly, Derek tripped over a branch which brings him and Angelina down to the dirty ground. They were laughing so hard that they never noticed that Angelina was on top of Derek. The laughter stopped when Derek moved Angelina's hair out of her face; they realized how close they were. They both leaned in to kiss but they heard noises coming.

"What are you guys doing out there?" asked a girl.

"Nothing." They both said.

"Hey guys, Angelina and Derek are back together again!" she yelled.

"WHAT!" They both yelled, "No!"

The girl ran away before they could even touch her. Angelina and Derek looked at one another, then realized what they were doing, and turned around blushing. (Anya's back facing the X-men and Derek's front body facing the X-men).

"Let's just say nothing happened, okay?" she asked.

"Okay" Derek said, he was about to leave but "Hey Anya?'

Anya turned around, "Yeah."

"I'm glad to hear you laughing again. It makes me really happy." He said as he gave her a kissed on the cheek. Then he left the blushing Angel speechless.

Angelina touched the cheek Derek kissed, and smiled. All of a sudden, she remembered that her parents were watching and groaned.

"Mom? You can come out now." Angelina said.

Marie came out with the rest of the mutants smiling.

"Since when have you and Derek have been going out?" Marie asked smirking.

"MOM!" Angelina whispered and yelled. Marie started laughing. "Why are you and your friends here?" she asked.

"Your father was worried that you were hanging out with boys." Marie answered.

"I don't have a dad." Angelina said coldly.

"Look kid, I'm your dad whether you like it or not." Logan said approaching her.

"I don't like it. Where have you been my whole life?" Angelina asked.

"Maybe now isn't the best time to talk about this, Angel. How about you go back and play with your friends." Marie said.

"Mom, I'm not 6 years old." Angelina said as she rolled her eyes.

Marie kissed her daughter's head and said, "Don't remind me."

Angelina went to her friends while the mutants were watching her carefully. Logan was staring at her and couldn't feel….happy and sad. He was happy that he has a daughter who looks so much like her beautiful mother but…..he was sad that he couldn't watch her grow. Why would Marie leave? And what was this incident that they young teens were talking about? By the time it was over, all of them went back to the house, Marie and Angelia sat on the coach across from the X-men.

"Hey kid, what was Derek talking about? About some incident?" Logan asked.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Angelina stammered.

"Yes you do. What happened?" Logan asked.

Angelina looked down at the ground trying to make eye contact. However, the professor used his powers to look inside of Angelina's mind.

A young Angelina with her friends in the park, playing basketball.

Black jeeps surrounding the park.

Men wearing black suits with guns in their hands.

Children running away, screaming.

Angelina and her friends kidnapped and sent inside an underground base.

Then her mind went black, the professor knew that she blocked that memory from her brain. As he opened his eyes, he noticed that Angelina wasn't sitting next to her mother. Marie told him that she didn't feel too good, so she went to the bathroom.

Meanwhile in the bathroom, Angelina splashed cold water on her face before staring at her reflection in the mirror above the sink. She could tell that there was fear in her hazel eyes. She knew Xavier was trying to find out her past, but she couldn't let him found out about her disturbing past. She promised herself and the others she wouldn't. Angelina splashed more water at her face. She looked backed up at her reflection and as she did, she saw man with a pale face and blonde hair smiling coldly at her. Angelina turned around quickly and saw no one.

"I'm seeing things now." Angelina thought.

As she closed the door behind her, Angelina decided to go to her room and repair any damage inside. As she entered, the room was wasn't destroyed, it looked the same before the attack. Angelina thought her mom clean it up or did she? Angelina didn't care, she sat down at her desk and opened her little journal. Angelina has started writing poems of her feelings in a little notebook since she was 9 years old. She found an empty page and started writing. The title of her poem is called, "My Dark Half"

My life is not worth it.
All this pain and suffering.
I don't want to be here anymore.

Nobody can help me.
I cant fix myself.
Nobody knows the real me.

I put on this false act.
And slap a smile upon my face.
When really I'm dying inside.

All I ever wanted was.
To be loved and accepted.
Just to feel the wrath of your love.
But you never loved or accepted me.

I hate you.
Look at what you did to me.
You broke my heart.
You broke my spirit.
You left me empty inside.

Angelina sighed as she closed her notebook. She felt lonely, sad, and bitter ever since that incident with her and her friends. She wished she could tell her mom but even if she did, she would never understand. Angelina opened her top drawer and pulled out a newspaper. It had a picture of a young boy of 8 and it said that the boy has been missing for 2 weeks and the witness said that men wearing black suits took him.