Page 7 of His Little Devil

I'm over her two-faced bullshit.

I let the anger that has been growing inside of me explode all over the group surrounding me, causing them all to fly back with some kind of tornado, landing hard on the ground.

I wait for them to get back up, but they don't move.

Oh, my God, I killed them! I killed people. I'm a murderer!

Collapsing to my knees, I grip my hair tightly, pulling. I feel a panic attack rising.I'm never going to see my family again.Murderers don't go to heaven. I'm Hell-bound.Why did this happen to me? Haven't I been through enough?!

“Silver, breathe. They’re all just knocked out. You didn't kill anyone. Our powers are always magnified by our emotions.”

Jax suddenly appears beside me, pulling me up from the ground. I stand, then shove him away.

“Powers? You knew?! Do not touch me, Arrow,” I snap, watching the hurt shine in his eyes at the name, but I don't care. He's lucky I don't say more.

I turn and look to where the ones who touched me are standing, and my heart breaks again. Donovan and Luke stand there with amazement and guilt shining in their eyes.

“Why am I not surprised? And how are you all still standing?” I whisper, shaking my head.

“We saw you about to blow, so we put up a shield,” Jax says with a shrug. As if this is all just another day at the office.

“Let's get out of here before they wake up. My father can be especially evil when he's mad,” Donovan growls, avoiding my eyes.

I give up.

Taking a shaky step toward the path to home, I didn't even notice we were in the same clearing where we’d spent Halloween.

Another lie.

Another amazing memory that’s now been tainted.

I take off at a fast pace, but they keep in step with me. Luke pulls away to walk off down a different path, but gives me a look of hesitance.

I am so mad at them all right now, but at least he never lied to me.

I give him a shaky smile, and he continues walking away.

When we get home, I take a step inside a kitchen full of memories but pause, turn around and walk right back out the door.

“Princess, please! Don’t leave us like this.”

I spin around and slap Donnie as hard as I can, with tears blurring my eyes.

“Don't call me that. I am not your Princess anymore…if I ever truly was.”

“Princess—”

I cut him off.

“No. You don't get to call me that anymore, Donovan. You lied to me.” I wipe my cheeks.

“The worst part of this is that I actually fell for your lies. I fell for you. I guess the joke’s on me, huh?”

The tingling sensation feels like it is flowing through my body again, begging to be let out. Alara said it was magic? And Jax mentioned it was controlled from my emotions. They may have hurt me and deceived me, and I need to get away, but I can't hurt them.

“Please, Silver, don't!” Donovan yells, following me into the garden.

“No, I need to get out of here before I blow up this house!” I scream, then take off toward Elena's hidden room.