Living a lie.

Andrea tries her best to live with her father, even with the knowledge of him murdering her mother..

I woke up with a startling scream. Tears already filled my eyes before I could wipe away my cold sweat. "It was just a dream.. Its over now.." Is what I told myself over and over.

Glancing to the small clock on my bedside table I realized I slept through my alarm. Great, late again. I sighed and climbed out of bed, wiping away my tears and getting dressed as fast as I could. Noticing a small clatter of pans from the kitchen, I quickly zipped up my boots and went to find out who was here. Dad shouldn't be awake.. I thought. He's usually too drunk.

I pushed my door open slowly and stepped out of my room, looking around at all the boxes. "What the.." I made my way to the kitchen and saw my father slouched over the counter a beer in his hand. "Typical," I muttered and went to grab a poptart.

He watched me with hateful eyes and waited till I sat down before he stated, "Andrea, we're moving." Only slurring his words a little.

"What!?" I manage to choke out, swallowing the bits of poptart that got caught in my throat.

"You heard me. Now go pack. We're leaving tomorrow." He grinned, making me shiver at the reminder of my dream. Or should I say nightmare?

"You can't do this to me!" I shouted, getting to my feet. "You can't just decide this for me. This isn't fair! I won't go!"

"You will and you'll like it!" He shouted back, his anger easily shown. "You still live under my roof and what I say goes! Now go to your room and pack before I get out my belt!" He threatened, clearly serious.

"Ugh! I hate you!" I screamed, stomping to my room like a child. I'm almost eighteen. He can't do this. Sitting on bed, staring at nothing in particular, I started to think.

What did I have to lose? Friends? No. I haven't made any real friends while I've been here. Sure there were a few kids at school I hung out with, but I couldn't truly call them friends. Family? No. He's the only family I have left. I never met my mother grandparents, or any of her relatives for that matter, and my father parents died years ago. Or so he claims.

My dream was still fresh in my mind. The scary thing is, it was real. My mother did die by my fathers hands. But he played it off as someone else who killed her, leaving me with his dirty secret and no one to turn to. Sure I could have turned him in, but I was six at the time. What would I have said? Excuse me mister police man, I saw my daddy cut my mommy and now she won't wake up? No, they wouldn't have believed me. Not with him hovering at my side, making sure I didn't say anything against him. I'll admit it, he scarred the living s**t out of me. But besides that, where would it have left me? His next victim?

A shiver brought me back to reality. What was I to do? What could I do? I could stay and let my father control and ruin my life. Or.. I could run away. Get away from him, my horrible nightmares and my miserable life.

I got up, almost tripping over my own feet. I began to pack clothes into a small book bag, hurrying so I didn't have a chance to change my mind. My window opened with a small creak and I waited to see if I was heard, before easily climbing out.

The wind blew around me peacefully lifting the pretty colored leaves around my feet as I walked. I tried not to think too much as I walked down the long winding roads, knowing I'd surely change my mind and admit I'd made a huge mistake. I forced myself to walk on until I couldn't recognize the street names or buildings.

My legs went numb and I finally started to slow down. Though it was no use, I was lost now and the day had shifted to night. My eyes scanned the streets and buildings, noticing they were all broken and abandoned, leaving an erie silence. My eyes stopped on a building that oddly reminded my of myself. Still standing, looking horrible and out of place, and broken.

Was I broken? My dreams would say so but.. But I didn't feel broken. Sure my life was broken.. The only person who ever showed love to me was taken away from me.. Leaving me with that very person who murdered her. I had no friends.. No family.. The only thing that reminds me I'm still alive are the very nightmares that continue to tear me apart. It's true.. I am broken.

Blind rage filled me as I stared at that building, so badly wanting it to crumble into a million pieces. My rage controlled me, moving me towards the abandoned building, my hands suddenly very hot. As I stood staring up at the building I realized just how hot my hands were. Taking a quick moment to glance at my hands, I gasped in shock at what I saw.

A silver glow had surrounded them, moving with obvious excitement. It looked like..Fire. My hands were on fire? "That's not possible.." I mumbled in disbelief. I examined my hands further and knew they were in fact on fire. But silver fire?

A smirk pulled at the corners of my lips as a reckless thought came to my mind. I walked up to the building, planning my hand on the door, watching as the silver glow sparked and spread. "Burn.." I whispered the single word and then before I knew what I had said, spirals of silver flames shot out of my hand, wrapping themselves around the building. I stepped back, my eyes wide with amusement and fear.

What have I done? I watched the silver flames spreading, burning everything as I commanded. It looked beautiful and yet so very dangerous. I continued to back away, confused and afraid. Should I run?

Bright headlights beamed in my direction as a large black truck turned the corner. I screamed loudly and closed my eyes as the truck skidded to a stop. I winced expecting to be crushed. I breathed and opened my eyes glaring at the driver even though I couldn't see them.

"What the f**k!" I screamed, slamming my still flaming hands onto the hood of the truck. "You almost killed me a*s hole!"

Fear settled in me as the drivers door creaked open. I froze, watching the driver step out and look at me with piercing emerald eyes. My heart sputtered a bit as he gave me a small crooked smile. His eyes looked amused as he shut the door with a small thud.

He walked around his truck as I looked him over. Short dark brown hair that fell into his gorgeous eyes, tall but not too tall, and boy was he hott. Tight shirt, showing off his perfect body and baggy pants that weren't unattractively showing his a*s. He didn't look a day over twenty. He seemed to notice my inspection and made a little of his own.

His eyes roamed down my body causing an involuntary shiver. I wore a pair of black jean shorts and a strapless red shirt that clung to my chest, though that was hidden by the oversized black hoodie that I also wore. My eyes were pure silver, my skin rather pale and my hair long and black as night. I knew I didn't compare to him in the least, but the way he looked at me said differently. I probably looked cold if it weren't for the heat radiating off my body and hands.

I hadn't noticed when he stepped in front of me, my back now against the truck with him stepping dangerously close. My eyes locked with his and his smirked seemed to grow as he placed both his hands on mine, still on the hood of his truck. I realized I was cornered but the strange tingling coolness of his touch distracted me.

"Mm.. Now what did you call me?" His voice was soft, beautiful and almost mesmerizing.

I felt my anger return to me and I straightened up before answering, "You heard me."

His smirk faded a bit but his eyes flared with amusement. "I don't think I did."

"Well then maybe you need to invest in a hearing aid." I snapped rudely.

The coolness of his hands intensified as he gripped my hands tighter. His eyes buried into mine for a long moment before he calmly asked, "What's your name?"

I paused, wondering if I should tell him or not. Then I thought, What the hell. I'm already running away.. "Andrea." I answered, my voice becoming velvety smooth. "Yours?"

His curiosity peeked again as my voice changed. He smirked "Blake. Axl Blake."

"Well, Axl." I started with a glare. "Would you mind stepping back before I seriously hurt you." I turned my head a bit, nodding to his hands. I waited, though his attention was focused on my hair as it swayed out of place, covering my face and neck.

One of his hands left mine to brush my hair back behind me ear, his eyes locked with mine at that instant and he drew his fingertips down the curve of my neck. Another involuntary shiver made him chuckle. "Of course." He smirked stepping away. My hands warmed as soon as his left mine.

Before I could react I heard sirens in the distant. My eyes went wide as I turned my attention back to the forgotten burning building. "S**t!" I exclaimed, his eyes following mine.

"Wow." Was all he said as lights flashed and a police car sped down the street. "Well I should go now. Don't want to get involved." He smirked again and moved back over to me quickly. His cold hand lifted my chin as his lips brushed against mine. I gasped at the coolness of his lips then he was gone. I nearly jumped at the sound of his engine roaring to life, before it disappeared behind me.

A*s hole..

I stood there confused, staring at the burning house as three police cars stopped in a short distance of me. "Hold it right there!" One yelled, his door open and a gun pointed at my head.

"S**t.." I repeated, holding my hands up slowly.

~*~

 

Author's Note

To be continued..

Reviews

[felweed]

you have my attention

[Emily]

this is one of my favorites buddi! and considering that of written just about everything youve ever wrote that is a compliment. il l definitly keep reading it so you have to keep writing! ;]

[Aurora Night]

Very intense, i loved it. Very creative. Nice descprition.

[jumbie's #1 fan]

omg this is freaking intense. poor andrea; her dad is such an a*s! that's got to be so scary. once again, well worded. i'm so excited for more!

[Reaverblade]

I have the privilege to be somewhat involved in the creation process of a small bit of this chapter, so, I am so happy that it worked out so well! I feel Andrea is just discovering her powers, so I'm pleased to see them already working so well! This bodes for the future chapters of this story. How powerful will she get? and how controlled? Also, the guy who shows up, Axl, is awesomely written in. I want to know how he's going to be involved with Andrea! Her father, i'm sorry to say, must die for the deeds he has done. If he's not careful, Andrea could accidentally, or "accidentally" set him on fire.

[closed]

Dun Dun duhhh! :D I love this, and you were upset while writing it weren't you? (I can tell) Hmmm. I'm curious to see how this is going to end, what little twist will my sister put into it. I have no idea, vampires maybe? or maybe something completely different that will throw me off? or maybe neither...hmmm I'll be back for more :)