Chapter Eleven

"Why are they here?"

"I don't know, did you ever respond to that one person?"

"No, but I have two days left, till I absolutely have to." I began to turn back to the garage.

"Stop," Cameron grabbed my arm, "go into the closet in the garage."

"You mean the wardrobe thing," I asked with disbelief.

"Just go, it'll keep you safe," he sounded determined.

I did what I was told; well almost, I walked into the garage and stood near the wardrobe, then I heard the front door open. I thought, "Why don't I just use my new ability?" I tried, nothing.

"Is someone else here," I heard a deep throaty voice ask.

"No," I heard Cameron answer sounding a little nervous, "No one else just me. What are you doing here uncle?"

"Uncle? What?" I began to panic.

"I can't come to visit my favorite prodigy nephew?"

"You never have, so why are you actually here?" Cameron's voice was strong now, it didn't waver like before.

"You're parents have been in an accident, they will live but they will not be home anytime soon like they had planned."

"What happened?"

"That is none of your concern."

"The hell it isn't, they are MY parents!" I heard shuffling, "What are they doing," Cameron asked.

"We feel that there is another super here, you have lied my nephew. We now have the right to search your house."

"It's probably just my white room, it holds power."

"Stop nephew!" The deep throaty voice commanded.

"No I will-" Cameron abruptly stopped speaking. What happened?

I quickly climbed in to the closet although I felt ridiculous doing so. I know how to defend myself now, well somewhat. I heard someone open the door that led from the house into the garage. There were holes in the sides and doors of the closet, how convenient. I peeked through and saw a man wearing a black suit, not really what I expected the council to wear, but whatever. He had on dark black sunglasses and had olive skin, other than that he showed nothing, no emotion, he didn't really even move, he stood there like a statue, he looked like he could be working for the CIA. Then he began to move and opened up every closed item that a person could fit in, I began to panic. He was at the cupboard I was in, in no time, he reached to open the door, then, "Adams! Come on its clear!"

"One more thing to check, then I will be there." He opened up the cupboard door slowly.

"No! Now Adams! I don't feel another presence anymore anyway!" The guy with the throaty voice must have been in charge.

"Coming Master," I could almost see Adams roll his eyes behind his dark glasses, he seemed rather annoyed, he was muttering unrecognizable things as he left.

I waited, I heard the front door close, I reached to open the cupboard door, but hesitated when I heard two voices, and the door leading into the garage open.

"Uncle, what are you really doing here?" Cameron was able to speak, again.

"I heard you were hanging with that runt," he bit out. I probably should have felt offended, but I didn't.

"Why would you think that uncle? That is ridiculous, stupid even, it would be breaking the law. I would never do that, especially because punishment is worse for people with family on the council." That hurt a little coming from Cameron even though I know he didn't really mean any of that. But what's that about punishment being worse?

"I guess it was just some stupid rumor, people are quite jealous of you nephew, you being an heir and all. You could one day rule the supernatural world as I do today."

"I've told you before, I don't wish to do so, I would become a monster and that is not something I wish to become."

"Well, the offer will always stand, nephew."

"And like I have said before, give the offer to your son, goodbye Uncle."

"Farewell nephew."

I wait in the cupboard, I didn't dare move. Cameron came out and opened the door, letting me know that it was safe. No later than I had stepped out I started speaking, yelling really. "Your uncle is not only on the council, but is the king or ruler or whatever he's referred to as, of the supernatural world!?"

"Yes," Cameron looked down at his feet, "Sorry I didn't tell you."

"I can't stay here! I can't be around you! Not because you lied, or well, kept the truth from me, but because your uncle is on the council, and you said so yourself, 'I would never do that, especially because punishment is worse for people with family on the council.' And especially because you're my protector, which could lead to your death much sooner than I ever imagined!" I looked Cameron in the eyes, I was crying, why couldn't I hold back my tears anymore? "I'm sorry Cameron, but I- we can't be together. I can't risk it, I don't want to lose you. You're the only thing I have left aside from Alex and she doesn't even know who I am right now, but to keep you safe I have to leave, I have to stay away from you. I'm really sorry." With that I disappeared, I think my heart broke a little as did his, I saw it in his eyes. I ended up in my living room, I walked into the kitchen and began to search through the junk drawer for paper and a pen.

It was hours later and I was pacing the floor deciding whether to leave the note I wrote for my new-found "friend" and go to bed or confiscate the note and go to bed. I had a plan that I wanted my new "friend" to cooperate with. Before I really knew what was happening I was in my car with the keys in the ignition. I started the car and turned on the radio, the song that came on was, "That's What You Get" by Paramore. I began to drive with no destination in mind, a few minutes passed and I was at the hospital. I guess that's a sign. I needed to say goodbye to my best friend before I left to who knows where. Tears fell from my eyes, but I wasn't crying, I don't know what's wrong with me anymore. I parked my car in the almost empty parking lot, and went straight to room 224, Alex looked happy to see me. As I was walking in I rehearsed what I might say to her, making sure it would be short and sweet.

"Hey Alex!"

"Hey butthead," she smirked.

"What did you just call me?"

"You heard me," she hesitated, "hoe," she smiled.

"Oh my gosh! You remember!" I ran over to her bedside all giddy inside.

"I sure do," she said with another smile.

The excitement diminished, "I'm leaving just as you regain your memory."

"What do you mean?"

"I've put people in danger, I have to leave. I'll be back, don't worry. Long story short I told Cameron, he already knew, in fact he's like me too. Anyway, don't tell him I stopped by and don't tell him you remember me yet. I will contact you when I can and let you know I am safe, and give you more details as to what has happened recently. I'm sorry to leave so abruptly without any valid explanation." And with that, I disappeared, before I did though, Alex's thoughts, questions, were screaming at me, but I had to get out of there. That's the first place Cameron will look when he has found out that my phone and thoughts are blocked off from the world.

I was driving down I-5, not sure as to where I was headed. I've never driven out of Oregon, but out of Oregon was my destination. I felt this pull to go the way I was going so I followed it. As I was driving I was thinking about school and what I'd miss, since school started back up in a few days. I wasn't really sure how long I would be gone, but I'm sure I could come up with some lie for my teachers as to why I am gone and they can email me my assignments. I began to take in my surroundings as something felt familiar, I've been this way before, I was never the driver, but my grandma Bethany was when we drove these roads. I was headed to California. Why? No one I know lives there anymore. My subconscious - that annoying little voice in the back of my mind - gave me a reason, but I didn't want it to fully materialize as a thought yet, not this soon anyway.

I end up at some motel somewhere in California way too soon, but I need some rest. I went to the front office to get a room, the only available room was room 224, that's got to be a sign, I know it is I just can't put my finger on it quite yet. Another thing to add to my to do list; figure out why the number 224 means something. I just sat on the bed in the motel for ten minutes before I realized I was going to need clothes and maybe some more money. Lucky me I have a little trick up my sleeve! I sit up and close my eyes, I imagine all my necessary essential under garments and cleanliness items. Then I imagine some of my favorite jeans, shorts and capris all varying in different washes. Next I visualize my favorite bright short-sleeved shear shirts, and even some darker clothes that may match my mood someday soon. And you can't forget those amazing lazy day comfy clothes. I pictured my boring black tennis shoes with the bright neon green laces, then some yoga pants, some hoodies and pony tails. One last thing, my suit case, so my clothes will be easier to carry out of here when I leave. I open my eyes to all of the items I imagined, nicely sorted out on the bed in front of me. Then I put them all away manually, after that I was exhausted and decided to get ready for bed, when I was done, I remembered that I forgot to "grab" some books, so I close my eyes and imagine my three favorite books for now; "Half Human", "Thirteen Reasons Why", and "Tigers Curse." These I know will only last me a day but I can exchange them when my hand is done sucking the life out of these books. Finally I fell asleep and I knew I was going to actually get some sleep - much-needed sleep.-



Here I am, laying in bed at the hospital, nothing to do, no one to talk to. I am bored out of my mind! I can't do anything but try to sleep which won't happen. Cameron came by not that long ago freaking out about how Bayli disappeared and he wasn't sure where she was and he was just freaking out, which is now why I cannot sleep, because I am stressed and want, no need to know if Bayli is okay. I finally get to go home the day after tomorrow, after more tests of course, but guess who won't be there, my best friend, Bayli. I don't even know what day it is, Wednesday? Saturday? I know that school starts back up in a few days, but I won't be able to do much if Bayli doesn't come back. I'm going to have to talk to Cameron about this, ha, how's that going to go? "Hey Cameron it's Alex I lied to you earlier so I need you to come back to the hospital so I can tell you what really happened." Sorry Bay, I have to tell him the truth and maybe he can catch me up on what happened while I was, let's say "out-of-town" I thought towards Bayli wherever she was I hope she heard. "That's okay, I figured you would. I will explain things when I can, but for now I need you to get some rest so that you can truly get better." How did she do that? She's not here, and knowing her she's probably already in a different state!


I woke up to Alex's voice, I must have been reaching out to her or something while I was sleeping. I had no idea my abilities could work from such a distance, it's pretty interesting. I wonder how far apart Alex and I would have be for it to not work.


"Why can't I sense her anymore!?" I raised my voice a little too loud towards my mother. My uncle had lied to me, my parents are fine.

"Honey," my mom began in her always calm voice, "you have to calm down and relax, then reach out to her. She's probably closed off, so it could take a while to find her. You might have to wait till she is ready to be found."

"But that's the thing, I can't wait mom. I know she's in danger, it follows her everywhere she goes," I kept rambling until my mom cut me off.

"Cameron," she said sternly, "You need to calm down and I must go. Go to your white room and meditate or something, that will clear your mind and help you think. I will call you in the morning, okay?"

"Okay, thanks for listening, mom."

"Bye," she said as I hung up.

Then my phone began to ring.


I had nothing to do so I decided to call Cameron.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Cameron, it's Alex, come to the hospital, we need to talk." I hung up.


I could no longer sleep, so I got up and decided to go on a walk around the neighborhood, hoping I wouldn't get lost. I found a convenience store and walked in to see what they had in stock. I saw prepaid phones, and was drawn to the back wall full of phones. I grabbed the cheapest one, and not really sure what else to do, walked up to the cashier.

"Would you like to buy some minutes for that?" The cashier asked with an amused smile above his graying beard.

I nodded my head in thanks, turned back toward the back wall, grabbed two cards that said 120 minutes, and one more phone.


Alex was explaining to me that she had lied to me earlier, that Bayli had stopped by, and that Alex finally regained her memory. I wasn't really listening though, I was too frustrated, not mad frustrated, Alex kept telling me not to be mad at her, I think she took my grunts as anger and not frustration. I wish I knew where Bayli went. It's driving me crazy not knowing. I wish I had told her everything, but I feel no matter what scenario were to have happened if the council, and my uncle had come today, two months ago or in three weeks, she still would have left and done the same thing, cut us off from her.

"Cameron? Earth to Cameron?"

"Sorry, I'm thinking."

"Well, don't over think, it makes the situation seem much worse than it actually is."

I looked at Alex, she tried to hide it, but I could tell she was just as worried as me. She also seemed to be waiting for a reaction, I suddenly realized why. Bayli would always say that about over thinking, even though I know she did way to much of it herself. I shook my head as if that would clear my mind, Alex began laughing. Why was she laughing, has she gone mad?

"Why are you laughing," I asked. Alex was trying to stop, but couldn't, she handed me a bright blue sticky note and began to laugh again.


Cameron was staring off into the distance. I wasn't sure what to do, I knew Bayli was fine, but that didn't stop me from worrying. When Cameron got here a few hours ago I demanded he get me up to speed on what happened while I was "out-of-town." I began to speak but stopped as I felt something cool and heavy in my lap, I reached under the blanket and felt a phone and some paper. I left the phone there and took the paper out of from under my blanket, there were three sticky notes. The first one read; "Don't tell Cameron about the phone yet!" The second; "Go through the phone later when you are alone and call me, my number is the only number in the phone." And the third; "Tell Cameron to stop acting as if I am dead. I am very much alive, and safe." I started laughing, I couldn't help it.

"Why are you laughing?" Cameron asked, I handed him the bright blue sticky note and he began to laugh too. He also tried to pout, which just made him look constipated.

"She knows us all too well," I laughed.


The sun was finally coming up, so I decide to go on a run and clear my head a little. I began running as soon as I stepped outside; I soon realized I was being pulled in a different direction than I wanted to go. I couldn't stop or turn around, so I acted as nonchalant as possible and kept going the way I was being pulled. I seemed to have no control over what I was doing; soon the clouds began to gray. How could the clouds go gray so fast, on such a beautiful morning? It began to sprinkle, and in less than a second it changed to hail, I heard thunder. Something was wrong, very wrong. "What the hell?" I thought, that's when we clashed and lightning struck. I looked over at the person I had bumped into, we were both sitting on the ground with a look of mirrored shock. I knew it was her the moment I saw her, the other super that the council was scared of. She was the complete opposite of me, long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and she was much more skinnier than I was. But then I saw her button nose and I looked closer, we were almost identical, like we could have been twins. As we took in each other everything around us seemed to still and static filled the air.