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Chapter 8

The voice in my head sounded so clear as it told me to wake up. I wanted to this darkness to be permanent. I wanted things to get better but, in the back of my mind I knew things wouldn't ever be the same. My dad was to far gone, and his temper was only getting worse. Death just seemed so peaceful to me. If I were dead I wouldn't have to worry about when my next beating would come. I wouldn't have to worry about burying my feelings so no one would see my pain, it was just too much. The same clear voice grew louder, commanding me to get up.

My eyes fluttered open, and my vision regained focus. I saw my dad grabbing a butchers knife from the knife rack, and heard his faint mumbling. He had finally snapped, and I was going down with him.

He started walking towards me, knife in hand, and knelt down infront of me.

"Dad?" That simple word was enough to send tremors of pain throughout my whole body. His boken eyes met mine, and he stopped mumbling.

"Hold still" He commanded. What scared me the most was how monotone his voice was. I tried to back away from him but, the pain was just to much for me to handle. I cried out in pain and closed my eyes tightly.

I thought back to the way things used to be; happy, and peaceful. My father was loving and had the kindest eyes, not the empty, emotionless ones held now. I thought back to all the good times we had as a family, I never realized how much I missed everything I once had, once my sister died I just pushed everyone away and went into a shell. Pushing everyone away just seemed to be the easiest thing to do, I felt like everyone was dying around me. I never realized how lonely I truly was until Dean came along. I was still sad, but some of that just melted away when I was around him.

I wanted more than anything to see him one last time; I wanted to hear his velvet voice whispering in my ear telling me it would be okay. I wanted to feel the warmth of his body and the security his arms brought me. I yearned for the way he made me feel like nothing could get me, not even my dad. I missed his scent of gunpowder and old leather, pure Dean, I thought awaiting a pain that never came.

I opened my eyes slowly and noticed my dad was talking to me, his eyes locked on mine once more and before he could plunge the cold steel into my beating heart, a man grabbed his wrist and twisted it, the craking noise it made shattered the silence. I watched in horror as the stranger pulled my dad to his feet and kneed him in the stomach, grunting in pain my dad tried to break free of the hands that held him.

"You should have thought twice about hurting Melissa." The stanger stated. His voice was cold and harsh. He threw one last punch and with a pop my dads limp form fell to the ground with a thud. Tears stung my eyes as I stared at my dad. Was he dead? Why did the stranger help me and how did he know my name? I tore my eyes from my dad and looked at the strange man standing over him.

"What?" I choked out, tears brimming my eyes.

He gave me a soft smile that didn't reach his steely grey eyes and when I blinked he was gone. Did I imagine this? Why didn't my powers work? I was getting stronger so, why couldn't I fight back?

One thing I did know for sure was that, if I didn't get help soon I would die.

Deans POV

I layed on the lumpy matress in the motel room waiting for Melissa to call me. It has been over two hours since I dropped her off at her house, she should have called me by now. I cared about her, and she was my responsibility. I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was happening to her. I tried to get my mind off things by whatching t.v but, my thoughts kept getting pulled back to Melissa. I grabbed my phone from the counter and dialed her number; voicemail. I tried to call again but, they all went to voicemail. Something in my mind was telling me to check on her. I stood up off the bed and turned to Sam, who was doing homework.

"Hey Sammy?" I tried to make my voice free from worry.

"Yeah?" He looked up.

"I'm going to check on Melissa, will you be okay here?" He looked like he was about to argue but, luckily, didn't.

"Be careful Dean." he said, concern lacing his voice.

"Always." I smirked, grabbing the car keys and heading to Melissa's house.

I pulled up to her house and headed to her front door. I listened for any noises; nothing. I knocked and waited for the door to open, again, nothing. I twisted the cold knob and opened the door.

"Melissa?" I called out wandering into the kitchen.

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