I could not believe I was pregnant. I was sure that I was carrying James's child. Why did it have to be him?
My head began spinning. The news was just too much for me to bear. I repeatedly brushed my hand over my head as I paced around.
My brain stopped functioning, I did not know what to say or what to think. I wasn't evening thinking.
I began walking around the hospital and my grandmother followed me around. I was carrying the child of someone that killed my father, someone I had hoped to never see.
Everything came crashing down. I sat on the floor hoping that I would think straight but nothing made sense to me.
I felt the rage inside of me and my eyes began to glow as I clenched my fist. At that point, all I wanted to do was hit into some very hard.
I was almost using my powers
