One step beyond

an unofficial invitation

Chapter 8

it has been two weeks since the accident. my wrist bandage has been removed since it was not broken anymore. it was on for a decent two weeks, the doctor said before removing it. so now i can use my wrist, and i wouldn't have to worry while i am working out or exercising my powers.

Dylan and i have been meeting up almost everyday, not everyday, almost, to practice, exercise and work out. he taught me a lot of things about these powers we have. we can make things simply freeze in their places, and we can move them around without touching them. he also taught me how to use different powers at the same time.

i am not a professional at it yet, but i have mastered it a bit. i can say that i can control it.

right now, we were at the abandoned house, again. Dylan was teaching me some moves to help me fight. he told me he used to take boxing lessons but stopped a little while back, so he taught me all the moves he knew. he was pretty good at it.

"How do you do this?" i asked out of breath as we stopped for a few seconds for a breath. i put my hands on my knees and looked at him.

"Do what? fight?" he asked me and i nodded and stood up straight, "it's not by what i learned really, it's about mastering your anger, and using it with a few kicks and punches, plus all the action movies i've seen are really helpful," he explained. i just stood there and stared at him.

"You're very wise for a person your age," i said sarcastically and smiled

"nah, my mum just likes to watch those movies with titles you don't understand, and have morals and lessons," he smiled.

"yeah, makes sense now," i laughed and he laughed too.

"so how's your family been lately?" he asked as he looked at me. i went over and sat at the staircase and he cam and sat next to me.

"well," i paused to take a breath, "my brothers keep asking me where i am going, what i am doing and if i need anything, and they keep treating me like a baby," i paused, "my mum keeps giving me food everytime she sees me, and if she doesn't give me any food she asks if i want any, plus she keeps asking how i am doing, and how i am feeling," i paused again, "and my dad, my dad is like following me, watching my every move. yesterday at dinner he was burning holes in my head and i was so uncomfortable to finish dinner, i just kept staring back at him," i finished.

"so does that mean he followed you here?" he asked a little worried.

"no i don't think so, he's supposed to be at work, so i doubt it," i smiled and got up.

"so you only doubt it because he's supposed to be at work," he smirked at me and stood up, "what makes you think he would follow you any way?" he frowned.

"i don't, i mean, he is like watching me at home, so i don't know," i sighed.

"hey it's okay, he's probably just worried about you that's all," he said pulling me in to a hug. then we pulled apart and we stared at each other's eyes for a moment. we were so close, then my phone rang saying i have a text.i looked and saw that caleb said i should get home for lunch. then i looked at the time, 2:27

"ugh," i groaned, "i need to get home for 'family lunch'" i said putting air quotes around family lunch.

"cool, i'll drive you," he said as we started walking to his jeep, "we didn't talk about that yet but how are we gonna see D. stevens baxter?" he asked when we got into the car.

"i honestly don't know," i said pursing my lips together, "but we'll figure something out, hopefully," i said taking his hand in mine and smiled at him then he smiled back to me.