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"When it comes to the future, there are three kinds of people: those who let it happen, those who make it happen, and those who wonder what happened." – John M. Richardson, Jr.

Silence rang out in the car. My words left a void so deep in my heart it felt as if I could just curl up into a tiny, safe ball and stay there for the rest of my life. Dramatic, I know, but fitting for the situation.

No one spoke. I doubt they even knew what to say. I had just admitted my hand in the death of my family. I felt like…I wasn't sure. No words could describe my current feeling of sorrow and guilt.

"Pogue." I said when I finally couldn't take the sick feeling in my stomach anymore. "Can you move?"

"What? Why?" He asked in confusion. He gave me a look of uncertainty, as if he was afraid I was gonna make a break for it again. I wasn't going to, not this time.

"Dude." Tyler begged. "Let her out! The car's new and she looks like she's going to hurl."

I barely had time to push past Pogue and stumble part way into the woods before I bent over and emptied the contents of my stomach. Clutching my stomach, my legs folded underneath me and I found myself kneeling on the ground. Another wave consumed me and I heaved as I lost the remains of my lunch and my breakfast.

It was raining softly. I felt the water drizzle against my skin, almost as if the sky was crying for the pain I was feeling.

A hand rubbed my back and I reflexively flinched away from the touch. I wasn't use to people being there to comfort me, especially over something that was entirely my fault.

"Cam," Pogue tried to console me.

"Don't." I warned through clenched teeth, the use of my brother's pet nickname caused me to once again heave.

"Don't what?" He asked, rubbing my back in an attempt to comfort me. "Talk to you? Touch you? Make you realize that you have people who hate to see you like this?"

"Pretend that everything's fine and dandy when we both know it's not." I snapped, standing up and hugging myself. "I killed them." I shook my hair out of my face as a single tear escaped my eye.

"Don't say that Cam." He took another step toward me, I just backed up. "We've all lost control of our powers before; it's something that comes with the territory. You didn't mean to break the glass; you didn't mean to cause the accident." But even he didn't look like he believed what he was saying. "How were you supposed to know your dream would come true?"

"Because I-wait…"I looked him over, and then glanced behind him to look at Caleb, Reid and Tyler. "What powers?"

"We the ability to move things with our mind…Among other things." Caleb explained.

"You're psycho. Crazy. People can't do that that." I stammered, taking another step back.

"You can." Reid pointed out. "And you saw me do it earlier."

"Yeah, but that's different. I was just, just seeing things." I tried to convince myself…But it wasn't working.

"Go ahead and try to tell us that all you want Cammie, but good luck lying to yourself." Pogue told me, his face held no trace of sympathy.

I scoffed slightly and shook my head. "I want you to just, just forget about this. Just forget that you ever found me. Just forget about me. Go home; go back to your perfect little lives. I never wanted to be a part of it anyway." I told him, I told all of them. I stood my ground, hands crossed defiantly over my chest.

Pogue looked angry.

'No,' I corrected myself, 'he looked pissed.'

"Well to fuckin' bad." He yelled so forcibly I actually jumped slightly. "It doesn't matter what you want to do anymore. You lost the privilege of deciding what you wanted the day you decided to run away instead of facing you problems head on like you should have. Because," He let off an un-amused laugh mixed with anger and hard love. "Guess what? You are a part of my 'perfect little life 'and I'll be damned if you think you're going to leave it again. I suggest you end your self-pity-party. We lost family that night too Cam. The accident wasn't your fault, and you running off just made us lose another person we all cared about. And that's not going to happen again, ever. So, take your ass, sit it in the car and shut the fuck up because there's no way in hell I'm ever going to forget about you."

I stood there, moth open, body shaking and staring at my older cousin in a mixture of fear and desperation. Pogue never lost it. He was always the calm, level headed one. The one who never yelled, who was always easy going and friendly. The one you could do virtually anything to (well, with the exception of keying his motorcycle) and he wouldn't even flash you a look of anger.

And here he was yelling at me. I was shocked, to say the least. I wasn't the only one either. The other sons looked equally as taken aback by his sudden outburst.

"Now." He said so calmly I was actually a little scared. I was pretty sure I had all of ten seconds to comply before he tackled me and dragged me back to the car himself. He pointed behind himself to the hummer and that's all it took for me to scramble into the car.

"That was a good choice." He told me as he shut the car door behind himself.

An awkward silence filled the car as Tyler started it up and pulled away.

"Sooo…" Reid said in a desperate attempt to lighten the suddenly tense mood. I was still shaking slight. Out of fear, adrenaline, coldness…I had no idea. "How's everyone doin'?"

All it took was one glare from Pogue to silence him for the remainder of the ride and, when we pulled into my Aunt and Uncles house twenty minutes later, the silence had gone from downright awkward to plain old uneasy.

"We'll see you two later. Right Cameron?" Caleb asked with a forceful look as Pogue started to get out of the car.

"Right." I managed to squeak right before a hand grabbed me and pulled me out of the hummer.

"Good." Tyler responded as Pogue grabbed the backpack Reid was offering him.

Pogue nodded before slamming the door shut, earning him a yell of protest from Tyler, before he started towards the house, dragging me behind him.

I barely made it through the doorway before he slammed the door shut behind me, arming up the security system to alert him in case anyone tried to break in, or out, of the house.

Neither my aunt nor uncle was home for work yet, something I was all too grateful for.

He didn't look at me as he grabbed my hand and started leading my upstairs and into my bed room. He gestured for me to take my backpack off and go sit on the bed. He waiting until I obeyed before he began to rub his face and pace back and forth.

"Is this what you want?" He asked, throwing the words at me. The hit me hard, causing me to flinch at his volume and force. "Do you want to be keep running? To never have a real home? To live in guilt and scare the people who love you half to death?"

He looked at me, almost as if he was expecting an answer. But he didn't let me give him one before he started up again. "Because two can play that game. I swear to God," He hesitated for a second before correcting himself. "No, better yet. I swear on The Book of Damnation, if you even think of running again I'll find a nice little room to lock you in to make sure you're safe. To make sure you never get the chance."

"What the hell is The Book of Damnation?" I couldn't help but ask. He looked slightly taken aback, like he hadn't been expecting that question.

"It's the book that holds the history of the covenant the rest of the sons and I are in."

"Covenant? As in witches?" I stared at him.

"Yeah, Cameron. We got powers on our thirteenth birthday too. But, unlike you, we didn't keep it a secret so it could bite us in the ass."

"Oh yeah," I snapped, ignoring the various objects that started shaking around the room in my anger. I may have been pretending not to notice, but Pogue wasn't. He looked apprehensive, like he wasn't sure if he should try to calm me down. "You totally know what it's like thinking you're a freak. I'm willing to bet my entire inheritance you always knew you'd get your powers when you turned thirteen. I didn't, it was kinda a massive, unexpected surprise that I DIDN'T WANT."

"And if you had only told us-"

"What?" I asked with a laugh. "You can't tell me you think this is normal. I'm not stupid; it's obvious I wasn't supposed to get any powers."

"Yeah," Pogue admitted. "That's because the magic is suppose to be carried through the males in our family. We've never heard of a girl inheriting the powers. But we've also never heard of anyone getting visions of the future."

"My mom's line carried the ability to cast spells and see the future through the female line."

"What do you mean cast spells?" He asked in confusion, a frown on his face.

I opened my backpack and motioned for him to sit next to me before I handed him the spell book. He took it wordlessly, his frown deepened with each page he flipped.

"This has some pretty dark shit in it Cameron." He whispered. "Half of these spells would kill a normal human if they tried to use them."

"I know." I whispered, hugging my knees to my chest as I leaned against the wall. "I've never once used any of the spells that would be considered dark magic."

"Well that's comforting." He said sarcastically. "What about the other spells? How do you know if you're strong enough to handle them without killing yourself?"

"I try them, and if I don't die then I know I can handle them." I told him honestly.

"Not anymore, you don't." He told me, pulling the book away as I tried to grab it. "Do you have any idea how dangerous your powers can be?"

"Yeah, I have a pretty good idea. They've landed me in a coma more than once. But every time I make a mistake, I learn from it. And every time I use a spell, I gain a little more control."

"I don't like it." He told me with a shake of his head.

"Well to bad. It's my spell book, and it's my life." I tried to grab it from him again, but he stood up and moved out of my reach.

"Not anymore." He told me with a stern gaze.

"It's not my life anymore?" I asked in anger, standing up to try and match his height…It didn't work, he was at least five inches tall than me.

"What? No," He sighed in annoyance. "That's not what I meant and you know it."

"So what did you mean?"

"I meant that until you prove to me that you're responsible enough to handle something of this magnitude," He held the book up in indication. "And that you won't run every time you're left alone, the book's mine."

"You're not my dad; you can't treat me like this!"

"Your right, I'm not your dad. Because I can guarantee your dad wouldn't have put up with the crap that you're so effectively dishing out."

"What crap?" I demanded.

"Gee, I don't know." He said sarcastically. "Maybe the running, maybe the disrespect, maybe the ungrateful attitude, maybe the use of a power you shouldn't even have. Take your pick."

"It's not my fault I have these powers."

"Your right." He told me, nodding in agreement but keeping the stern look on his face. "But it is your fault that you never thought to trust us, or ask us about them. We could have told you why you have them."

"But you don't know why." I reminded him.

"Have your eyes ever turned black when you've used?" He asked.

"Only when I lose control of my telekinesis." I told him with a shrug.

"How often does that happen?"

"Only when I get pissed or I'm in danger."

"You need to be careful." He warned me, his face suddenly serious. "The power's addicting and corrosive."

"No it's not." I told Pogue, giving him a questionable look.

"It's not what?"

"Addictive. I've never felt the 'need' to use."

Pogue looked like he didn't know what to say to that one, he probably didn't know what to take of the whole situation. "It's probably different because you're a girl." He finally decided. "Maybe you won't even age like we would if we Used."

"Do you guys really have powers?" I whispered.

"Yeah."

"But why do I have them? If it's supposed to be carried through the male line…I'm not a guy."

"That one's got me." He admitted. "The only explanation I can think of is that the magic in the blood from your mother's side awoken it."

"…That theory works. It's the best one we've got so far." I admitted.

"I've got to talk to Caleb, Reid and Tyler about this." Pogue muttered.

"What?" I asked, my voice creeping high as I spoke. "Why would you need to do that?"

"Because they're as much a part of this as I am. They deserve to know the truth too."

"And I deserve my secrets." I reminded him.

He gave me a slightly angry look. "I think you've been keeping enough secrets to last you a life time."

I opened my mouth but didn't know how to respond. His words stung, they left a painful feeling in my chest. "Thanks." I whispered softly. "I hope you feel better now."

"Cam, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

"Yeah you did." I told him. "At least you're being honest with me though. At least you're letting me know that what I've done was incredibly bitchy and selfish."

"And understandable." He added. "Look, Cammie, I know you want to blame yourself for what happened. But it really isn't your fault, it could have happened to anyone."

"Well, no." He corrected. "It could have happened to anyone with strange magical powers that manifest themselves at the age of thirteen."

"Thanks." I said laughing, but before I knew what was happening my laughs turned into sobs.

"Shhh." Pogue comforted, pulling me into a tight hug. "Shhh, it'll be alright."

"But-but," I protested. "It's my fault."

"Hey," He pulled me away from his chest to look at me more affectively. "Don't give me that. I meant what I said; it could have been anyone of us. If we had told you about our powers in the first place, none of this would have happened. Your parents knew. Your brother and you were the only people left in the dark."

"I miss them, sooo much." I admitted as my tears continued.

"We all do." He comforted me. "But just because they're gone, doesn't mean you can't have a normal life. They wouldn't want you to blame yourself for what happen. They'd want you remember them, but to move on with your life."

"I know, but it's hard." I whispered.

"I'm here for you Cammie. And I can think of three other guys who would say the exact same thing if they were here right now." He told me.

I laughed through my tears and wiped my eyes on my arm. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it Shorty." He told me with a small smile.

We heard the door open right before Aunt Trixi called out. "Pogue? Cameron? Can you two help me with the groceries?"

I bit my lip slightly, knowing I was going to have to tell my aunt about what had happened that day.

"You've got to tell her Cam." He told me with a serious look.

"Kids?" She called up again.

"Yeah, we'll be down in a minute Mom." He called out.

"I'll be down in a sec; I've just got to put this away." Pogue told me, holding up the spell book before his disappeared down the hall.

I joined my aunt as she grabbed another load of bags from the car.

"So," She began, giving me a smile. "What did you do today?"

I opened my mouth slightly, not knowing where to start. She was going to be so angry, so disappointed. I hated myself for the pain I knew I was going to cause her. I tried again, this time I found my voice. "Aunt Trixi, I-"

"Hung out with her favorite cousin." Pogue supplied, surprising me as he did so. He grabbed the remainder of the bags from the car and shut the tailgate behind him.

"How nice!" Aunt Trixi said as she made her way into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" I hissed as soon as he caught up with me. "I thought you told me I had to tell her."

"Yeah, but I didn't think you actually would." He whispered back. "I don't want to see her break down if she finds out. Do you?"

"No." I admitted.

"Good." He stopped in front of me, blocking my path. "The stupid broken bracelet is shoved somewhere in the back of Tyler's hummer so she's not going to find it when she walks into the kitchen. I'm giving you this leeway to show you that I trust you're not going to run off again. I seriously suggest you don't disappoint me, or my mom. You understand?"

"What's going to happen if I run off again?" I couldn't help but ask.

He gave me such a serious look I couldn't help but step back slightly. "Then my mom's going to be the least of your worries." He warned before turning around and walking back into the kitchen, leaving me there with a bag full of groceries and sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I wasn't sure what that meant. But I was sure of one thing; I didn't want to find out.