Fear Can Break ↠ Liam Dunbar [Book 2]

✧Just A Dream✧

Chapter 11 ✧Just A Dream✧

I'd been in the Sherriff's station dozens of times. The first time, of course, had been the time when my brother and I had been dragged in as suspects in are fathers death, which were were then found innocent for. But since that arrest it had just been because I'd made friends with the sheriff's hyperactive son. 

Anyways, in all the times I'd been in the Sherriff's station, I'd never been in this deep. I didn't even really know where I was at the moment, I just knew I had to keep following the occasional hissing I would hear. 

"Tracy." I called in out a sheepish voice. Then, realizing how weak I must've sounded, I cleared my throat and tried again. "Tracy, it's me. It's Charlotte Lahey. I just want to help you, I promise." 

My words were obviously true, I didn't want to hurt a fly, but I had no idea how I was going to help her. I didn't even know how I'd stop her if she decided she didn't want my help. I really should've came up with a better plan, but I was in too deep now to just walk away. 

Suddenly, and not to mention unexplainably, I felt a presence behind me. I just knew that Tracy was there, and somehow I also knew she wasn't any friendlier then she was a few minutes ago. I took a deep before quickly turning around. 

Tracy was of course standing there, scales covering parts of her face and claws protruding from her finger tips. Suddenly, she held a striking resemblance to a certain Jackson Whittemore, but that whole ordeal had ended after quite a nasty bloodbath, and I was really hoping that wasn't how dealing with Tracy was going to end up. 

"Tracy, I don't want to hurt you." I said as softly as I could. Tracy's slitted eyes remained trained on me as she took a step forward, telling me I wasn't exactly getting across to her. Instinctively, I put my hands up. "I just want to help you. And Lydia's mom. Where is she, by the way?" 

Tracy was in no mood to answer my questions, which I guess shouldn't have been much of a surprise to me. I could sense that she was lunging just before she did so, and when she moved so did I. My hands, which were already up defensibly, stopped trembling and instead pushed outwards towards Tracy's body. 

I'd never touched Tracy, but she still flew backwards. I knew I'd done it, mostly because it wasn't the first time I'd done something like that, but it was the first time I'd really tried to. It was the first time I'd gathered up the courage and the power from myself to fight back in a way I didn't even know I could. 

And it felt amazing. 

I looked down at my hands, hoping I wouldn't blast my own face off, and turned them over. They were my hands, the ones that I drew with, the ones that I washed my hair with, but suddenly they felt different. I felt different. 

You're fight isn't over yet. 

The voice happened so suddenly, I thought someone else might be there. And then I remembered that I was actually going insane. Startled and a bit rattled, I stumbled backwards as Tracy got back to her feet. Suddenly, there was a pit in my stomach. I knew Tracy was going to lunge at me again, but I didn't want to try using whatever I had anymore, because what if it triggered the voice again. What if every time I used my powers, I became less and less like my self?