Salacity~~♠️Michael Langdon♠️

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So this part is a little sister short, but I really like this part and it looks into Saoirse's past/childhood. Because we all know my favorite words. CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!  Don't forget to vote and share!

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Wrath:  An uncontrollable anger and hate towards another person.

"Saoirse Ainslee Callon stop!" Edward Callon yelled, seeing his daughter levitating a book in the air.

A fourteen year old brunette jumped at the sudden noise and the book dropped to the ground, looking terrified at her father. She knew he hated when she used her gifts, and had to practice in secret.

"What did I tell you about doing the devil's work like that in my household?" The man stormed into the girl's room, taking her by the arm and pulling her roughly off the ground where she sat.

"Dad, I'm sorry," Saoirse cowered under her father's anger.

"I leave the house for an hour, and I come back, and you're making things float off the ground!" He began to drag her out of her room by her arm, his grip hurt on her arm.

Saoirse stumbled behind her father, "Dad it's not the devil's work. They're gifts, I promise I'm not practicing anything evil. Please just let me go," she begged.

"I guess I'll have to hire a babysitter to watch you while I'm gone, pathetic for a fourteen year old, if only you knew how to follow the rules," the man mumbled angrily, coming to the living room, "I've had to hide you away after what you pulled in the front yard a few weeks ago, what brought you to start that fire on the neighbor's yard?"

"I told you I didn't mean to, it just appeared," Saoirse explained before her dad shoved her roughly onto the couch.

"I want here to sit here and think long and hard about what you've done, why you're turning into a rebel and purposely trying to displease me. If you keep it up, I won't hesitate to send you away to people who know how to deal with people like you.

Saoirse quietly mumbled in her sleep. She gripped the dark purple sheets on Langdon's bed as she took a sharp breath, the smell of him filling her nostrils.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered.

Michael stood over her and watched as she continued to mumble and shake in her sleep. He had assumed she was having a particularly unpleasant dream, he was curious what about.

"No," Saoirse mumbled again, scrunching up her face. Langdon reached down to softly place his hand on her head, immediately his eyes had rolled back and he had entered her mind

Michael stood in a large home, though it seemed bare. He looked around, taking a few steps into what he thought looked like a young teenage girl's room. In front of him he saw a familiar brunette. She was much shorter than she was in the present and hadn't developed as much as she had now.

Saoirse sat at a chair, playing with a candle flame. Michael watched as she extinguished the flame and then reignited it with a flick of her hand. He watched her amused smile as she did so, making him smirk. If only she knew.

The girl went about playing with the flame for a few more minutes in silence before the sound of a door opening and closing was heard.