"Enjoy when you can, and endure when you must." ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

We had been in the car for about fifteen minutes before my eyes began to droop. I felt kinda rude, considering Reid was trying to have a conversation with me…Ok, he was actually the one doing all the talking, but still.

I was tired, except I really didn't want to fall asleep right now, or anytime soon for that matter. It would be weird, sleeping in a car filled with teenage boys only two years older than myself. Not to mention I had to think, I needed to devise a plan. A plan involving somehow getting the stupid bracelet off my ankle without alerting someone and still having enough time to make a run for it. I will still planning on leaving when I got the chance; I had to, even if it was good to see my family again. The longer I stayed around, the more I'd want to stay, the more I'd want to stay, the more comfortable I'd get, and the more comfortable I'd get, the more I'd give away. I couldn't risk giving anything away; I couldn't risk anyone discovering my secret.

It had happened before, when I was living on the streets, someone would make certain connections and then things would get bad. Really bad. But right here, with Pogue and Reid next to me, I felt more comfortable then I had in a long time. I felt welcome, and safe and like I belonged. Things that I could barely even recognized.

Still, no sleep. Sleep meant wasted time and I couldn't afford that. So, instead of succumbing to my wilting eye lids, I pinched myself in the leg. The sudden pain, even if it was self inflicted, caused me to sit up suddenly, earning me a look of confusing from the boys.

"You ok?" Reid asked

"Yeah," I reassured, trying to stifle a yawn "sorry."

Pogue noticed, and laughed slightly. "Sure you are kid." He said, pulling my head against his shoulder. "Just go asleep."

"No, I'm fine." I looked up at Pogue as I spoke. He's mouth twitched into a slightly smile and he opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it. As I was looking at his face, the strangest thing happened. For a split second, I could have sworn his eyes flashed black. But before I could say or do anything my eyes began to once again drift shut, and this time there was no denying it.

I felt the familiar sensation of sleep washing over my body and couldn't help but wonder if what I'd seen was just in my imagination or not. Pogue's eyes couldn't have flashed black, because to me, that meant one thing only. It meant the use of a supernatural power I was all too familiar with; a power that, as far as I knew, I was the only one that had it. A power that had lead to the death of my parents and my only brother.

Pogue POV

I watched as Cameron drifted off into sleep, her body perfectly still and at peace. She was exhausted, I couldn't blame her, I was tiered too.

"Pogue, you didn't need to Use," Caleb snapped irritably "she would have fallen asleep by herself eventually."

No, she wouldn't have. I knew Cammie; she was probably one of the most stubborn individuals I had ever met.

"Come on Caleb," Reid retaliated "you remember what she was like as a kid. She was stubborn as hell, and by the look of things that hasn't changed much."

Go Reid, I couldn't help but laugh slightly at the annoyed look on Caleb's face. Reid had just voiced exactly what I had been thinking.

"Why do you think she didn't wanna go to sleep?" Tyler said, changing the subject.

"Don't know," I confessed "but there's something she's not saying. I'm sure of it. I'm worried that I'm going to look away for a second and she's not going to be there when I look back. She already tried to make a break for it once."

"What do you think she's hiding?" Caleb asked

"No idea, but I'm almost 100% sure it has to do with why she left in the first place. Either way, I'm going to need all of your help making sure she doesn't take off again. I already put a tracking spell on her, but something tells me that's not going to be enough."

"What about the nice little tracking anklet thingy she has on?" Reid asked, gesturing to the floor.

"I give it a week before she finds a way to get it off without anyone noticing." I said, knowing full well that Cameron was much smarter than she'd ever let anyone know.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. We'll keep an eye on her. She's your cousin, which makes her our family too."

"Thanks Caleb." I whisper, I was going to need their help to keep her around. But something told me that even with the four of us, it wasn't going to be that easy.

Cameron POV

I woke up to a massive, pounding headache that made me wonder if I got hit in the head with a bowling ball. It wasn't a hangover…At least I thought it wasn't, I couldn't remember drinking. Actually, I couldn't even remember falling asleep. Still that wasn't saying much considering I had no idea where I was. I was on a bed, I didn't usually sleep in beds, I usually couldn't afford motel rooms. And the room was pink, who the heck had a pink room?

I sat up, looking around and noticed several other features of the room, including a collection of stuffed animals, a book shelve filled with books that were worn at the spin and a bed side table with a picture frame filled with a picture of a smiling family. My family. Staring back at me was a smiling version of my mother, a beaming version of my dad and an amused version of my brother. Nuzzled between my father and mother stood a much younger version of myself, my brown hair still waist length and eyes giving off the feeling of love.

I was in my room, at least, a room that had been given to me by my aunt and uncle after I had come to live with them. Even when I was thirteen I had hated the stupid pink walls and the collection of my old stuffed animals that had been placed in there in a desperate attempt to make me feel welcomed. Now, two years later, they were just a reminder of what was and could have been.

The picture frame just stood there, taunting me, it was annoying and disturbing. I moved it face down; no longer wanting to look at the faces of the people I had pretty much killed.

Navigating myself through the estranged halls was more difficult than I thought it would be. I remembered that when I was younger I had always thought the house was huge. Before, I had just assumed it was a byproduct of me being so small…It wasn't, the place was still absolutely massive. The kitchen was located what seemed to be miles away from my bedroom, at the very back of the house.

I entered it to find it already occupied with the boys who sat at a small breakfast table covered in a plethora of food. Upon my entrance they looked up, Reid gestured to the empty seat next to him and, with his mouth over flowing with food, said "So the sleeping beauty awakes, we thought you might have gone into a coma or something."

Laughing I made my way over to him, "Or something? That sounds serious."

He nodded sympathetically before turning back to his food.

"How'd you sleep?" Tyler asked me.

"Good, it was weird though. I woke up and had no idea where I was."

No one knew how to respond to that and, not knowing what to do, I looked at Pogue who was piling a second plate high with food. "Hungry?" I couldn't help but ask.

"It's for you." He explained, dropping the large plate in front of me with a slight grin. "Eat it. All of it."

"What? Why?" I asked, probing a stack of pancakes with a fork.

"Because you need it." He said, shaking his head slightly.

"Is that a crack about my weight?"

"What? No!" Pogue look surprised at my statement. "Why would you think that?"

"No reason." I muttered, shoving a piece of pancake in my mouth.

"Yeah Pogue," Reid said, snaking his arm around my shoulder "how could you say something like that? Look at her; she's so skinny I doubt she could eat even a quarter of that."

"I never said I couldn't eat it." I sighed, shrugging out of his hold

"Really? You expect me to actually believe you can eat all of that?" He asked, gesturing to the plate.

"Yeah."

"Are you willing to put your money on it?"

"Yep." I shoved another piece of pancake in my mouth before looking at his amused expression.

"How does $40 sound?"

"Like I'm unfairly taking your money." I couldn't help but grin at his smug expression.

"We'll see about that." He stuck out his hand, which I took and shook slightly before continuing to eat.

"You really don't have to prove anything to us." Caleb explained.

"I'm not." I really wasn't, I may be skinny, but I could eat as much as most teenage boys.

We sat there in silence, the boys watching as I devoured six pancakes, two pieces of toast, five pieces of bacon, three sausages, two fried eggs and a glass of orange juice before reaching for more food.

"When's the last time you ate?" Tyler asked incredulously.

Swallowing another piece of bacon I shrugged, honestly not remember the last time I had a full meal.

"You don't remember?" Pogue looked angry

"It's not like I was starving myself, I'd just forget to eat." I tried to explain, not bothering to tell him that one of the main reasons I never had a full meal was lack of money.

"How do you forget to eat?" Caleb's face mimicked Pogue, and looking at Tyler and Reid they both worse similar expressions.

"I, I just had more important things going on." They still didn't look convinced.

"What did you have going on that was more important than remembering to eat? If you forgot something as basic as eating, what else did you forget?"

I shifted uncomfortably, not sure how to respond to his sudden angry outburst. It was stupid of me, I shouldn't have said anything. I shouldn't have given anything away. "Nothing, it's just…Can we drop this?" I was done eating; a sick feeling had consumed me.

"No we can't drop this! What else have you forgotten about? What about school? Have you been doing anything about that?"

I was pissed, I had tried to eat breakfast in piece and even be sociable and it had turned into a verbal altercation between Pogue and me. Instead of answering his questions I pushed myself away from the table and walked toward the door, not interested in being near anyone. I needed time to cool down, if I didn't get it soon I might explode.

A strong hand grabbed my upper arm as, once again, Pogue prevented me from making an exit. "What?" I demanded.

"Why the hell do you keep running?" He yelled, not relinquishing his hold "Why can't you just talk to us Cammie? What happened to the younger cousin I know and love?"

"Pogue." Caleb tried to consul before turning to me "Cameron, what's going on? You need to talk to us."

"I don't need to do anything!" I fumed, trying to take my arm back, it didn't work. I needed to leave. A familiar sensation was filling my chest, I was having trouble breathing, and if I didn't calm down soon I was going to lose control. "You want to know what happened to the little girl you use to know? She's dead. She died that day along with the rest of her family."

"Cammie, I know losing them was hard but-"

"No!" I yelled, interrupting Pogue "You don't know anything."

"Then tell me!" We were both yelling at this point as the rest of the sons watched, unsure of what to do "Tell me why you're being so secretive, why you left in the first place... You can't keep running away from everything like this. I won't let you."

That's when I lost it. Pogue's declaration of what I could and couldn't do released the white hot anger contained within my chest. My anger lashed out in the form of energy. Pogue let go of my arm as if it was on fire and, at the same time, all the glass in the kitchen exploded.

I grabbed my head with my hands and tried to get myself to calm down before anything else happened. No one was hurt, thankfully, but they were all incredibly surprised.

"What the hell was that?" Reid asked.

I didn't know what to say, I didn't know what to do. Instead I turned from the kitchen, running as fast as I could from that room, that house and everything that made me leave in the first place.