A/N: Please, please, please comment and tell me if you think the beginning is confusing or not. My sister read it and told me that the beginning was very confusing. Just lemme know if I need to change it. :)

Chapter Twenty:

A child who was adopted as a baby or infant wouldn't normally know that they were adopted. The parents of these children would normally wait until they are mature enough to handle the information or don't tell them at all. This is the typical thing to do.

It is the safest and kindest option for the child in question. However, there are also those who are in foster care. They know that they are orphans, but they don't know why. They are forever faced with the single most important question they will ever have: Why would someone want to give me up?

Most orphans do not get that question answered, ever. They just get consoling words from people that can't do anything and don't understand. They can't help the child that is breaking inside. And soon that child starts to grow up. They grow up and learn to portray to the world what the world wants to see.

Now I was one of those children now. I mean, I never had a real mother, but I always thought that I had a real dad. And now I was told I was a complete orphan?

Actually Dean hadn't said that my parents were dead, but he didn't say they were alive either.

Though it didn't really matter. The man I grew up with calling 'Daddy' would always be my father.

I sighed and slid from my wheelchair onto the ground next to the flower bed. It was the only way I ever got peace. Being near nature or water.

I liked being on the beach, it calmed me and healed any emotional wounds that I might've had at the time. It was peaceful. For me, though, at least I couldn't feel the energies and emotions radiating around the house. I was far away from that, actually.

With a sigh I pulled a weed away from the flower it was trying to strangle. That was me, the flower. And everything that had happened in my life was the weed. Everything was trying to strangle me.

I mean, I knew that I didn't have it as bad as some people, but I was still hard despite. And I knew that people in that house loved me in their own ways, but it was hard to accept.

For so long before I was kidnapped my dad and Dean were the only people that treated me well. I was an outcast at school, when I went. Girls laughed at me and made fun of me; boys picked on me or ignored me. They were all so terrible. And I lived with that for years until I stumbled across Dean.

Dean, who just shoved himself into my life.. I shook my head sadly at the way I had treated him. But what else could I do? The people who claimed to be my friends in school betrayed me. I confided in them about hinge at home and they spread rumors all over the school. It was traumatizing for a middle schooler.

And then Meredith, she was a witch to me my entire life, of course I never knew why, but she just always hated me.

Voices probed my mind pulling me out of my thoughts. I couldn't understand any of it at first but after a minute the voices cleared; I was able to listen. It was Aiden and Sophie. They were thinking about each other. Loving thoughts...

I smirked and tried to listen some more but then a sharp pain courses through my head. It was so swift that it lasted only a second. I let out a small whimper before my head quit hurting and their thoughts were back; mingling with mine.

After listening again the pain came back, however it lasted longer and was more intense. It felt like being stabbed with a needle; but this pain was in my mind. I screamed and clutched my head; it wouldn't stop. I screamed again when the pain jerked to my ears, forehead, and eyes.

Tears fell but I couldn't bother wiping them. My head throbbed and every few seconds the pain came back worse than before. I had my eyes squeezed shut and rocked my torso trying to get it to stop.

Another streak of pain shot through mind, causing me to through my body backwards. I hit the ground with a thud but I couldn't care. I twisted to my side and could smell the dirt and feel the grit of it on my cheek and lips. Another scream cut through my sobs.

Despite the pain an energy I didn't recognize came towards me until the person was right over me. The pain stopped momentarily and I opened my eyes.

A man stood over me, his legs on either side of my hips. He was tall, 6'7 at the most and he was gorgeous. Black hair that had you begging to run your hands through it and piercing green eyes that twinkled with amusement and mischief.

His body was masculine, though I couldn't really tell from the view I had. He looked like a Greek god in jeans and combat boots.

"Who are you?" I demanded, though I still hadn't caught my breath and I was worried the pain would return.

The man smirked, which made me notice his lips. His very full and kissable lips.

Oh my God! I thought horrified with myself. What on earth is going on with me? I never think things like this! Especially about a stranger! A gorgeous stranger...

The man above me seemed notice my internal mortification and struggle because is smirk turned into a self aware grin.

"You," he crouched, still with his legs on either side of me. "Beautiful, don't need to worry about that." He smiled a heart-shattering smile and I felt myself begin to melt.

Oh my word! What is happening to me?

The man leaned closer to me; he was now on his knees; his face just above mine. A part of me screamed to push him away but his breath fanned across my face and I couldn't form coherent thoughts. I had no control. I wanted him to kiss me. I could barely contain myself from begging him to kiss me.

And the man hovering over me knew it. "Ya know, beautiful, you should control your thoughts better; just because you can read thoughts doesn't keep your own away from others." He leaned even closer.

"I am going to take you with me. And you are going to come willingly." The man's voice had layers of command behind it, I had no choice but to obey. Not that I wouldn't've wanted to. He was so entrancing. "Do you understand, gorgeous?" He asked.

I could only nod. Words wouldn't come. I could here a voice in the back of my mind screaming for me to snap out of it; but it was so far away.

The man grinned and brought his lips right above mine. "Sleep, Acelias." He murmured before placing a kiss on my lips.

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So I know it has been forever plus some since I have updated but I have had a bad case of writers block. Like, I would open a new part and just stare at it. FOR THE LONGEST TIME!!

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