Frostbite

Frostbite : a tantrum

Skye's pov

"you are joking right?" I say to Dean as he looks at me with a worried expression. "why do I have to hide the fact that I'm able to shift again?"

" That's not what I mean. If someone sees you and they recognize the mark on your arm, they might come to hurt you," he says as he gets up.

"Dean, I'm not going to run away from someone who will want to hurt me." I say as I pull my wrist away from his grasp. " If there is anything that I hate in this world are people like him."

" Just because father was like that sometimes, that doesn't mean he was like that all the time," Ben says as he gets up from the couch.

"oh, you shut up!" I say as I look at him get angry at me.

"Skye, I am so tired of you misbehaving. I'm older than you, show some respect," he says as his mark begins to glow.

I begin to laugh "by what? two minutes?" one of his eyes begins to change into this yellow color as he tries to hold back his anger. "face it Ben, you don't know s**t about the people you f*****g lived with!"

" Shut up!" he screams at me.

" You are too self-absorbed that you don't notice anything!" I scream at him as Dean gets in between us.

" Stop, Skye," Dean says as he pushes me away from Ben.

"the color of your eyes are pitiful, your hair is as disgusting as that brain of yours! That's what he would always say to me whenever he would talk to me." I say as I move closer to him "it's great that your brother is so naïve and ignorant, maybe if you were a tiny bit as ignorant as him, I would be nice to you."

"shut up!" he screams as he slaps me across the face.

everyone in the room gasps except for Dean who pushes Ben "Hey, calm down!"

" You never notice anything, Ben!" I say as I hold on to my cheek.

"Stop fighting!" the woman who threw the whiskey on the floor screams. "as siblings you need to get along!"

" Shut up lady! You have nothing to do with this!" I fire back at her as her eyes begin to tear up.

"Skye!" Ben screams at me as he tries to defend the lady.

"I can forgive you for never noticing how that man was breaking me mentally, I can forgive you for looking up to him even after all I went through. But you crossed the line with this one!" I walk over to my bags as I unzip one and grab the notebook that Gloria gave me. " You dare slap me and complain to me about my hatred towards that coward while I try to ignore all the bad s**t that you did to me!" I try to control my emotions as I begin to feel my mark tingle. "while I was dying you were f*****g around with your little w***e! you didn't even realize that we had been cursed and you dare to complain to me?!"

" Don't call her that!" he says as fire appears on his right hand and he begins to run towards me.

I release the black substance that has been building up in my left hand and I send him flying towards the wall.

Ben looks at the smoke with a terrified expression as I get rid of it. "luckily for me Ben, Death was on my side." I say as I try to walk away but remember about the notebook and I throw it at him. " Oh and here's what your daddy left for you."

" You told me you wouldn't get sucked in by the darkness," Ben says as he looks at me with a hurt expression. " You said you wouldn't let it take you!"

"I didn't let it take me," I say as I grab my bags and look at him. " Instead, I took it." is the last thing I say before I walk out of that house.

Dean's pov

As soon as Skye walked out, I followed her without looking back.

She began to put her stuff into her car and I walked over to her as she turned to look at me with a worried expression.

" So, I guess I'm more childish than what you expected, huh?" she says as she looks away from me.

"everyone throws a tantrum every once in a while, it's nothing out of this world you know," I say as I try to get closer to her. she looks tired and her hair is currently a mess. "Your eyes look beautiful," I say as she looks at me and then quickly looks away.

"Thanks," she says as she closes her trunk and leans on the car. " You know what I hate about doing s**t like that?" she asks as she crosses her arms.

" What?" I ask as I lean on the car as well.

"I hate that feeling of guilt that you get after everything has been done. Maybe it's because I'm too kind." she looks at her feet as she smiles. " Yeah, that's probably why."

" Those are your parents," I tell Skye as I look at the living room's window where the man with the violet eyes is standing as he looks at Skye.

she sighs as she realizes that he's looking. "I know!" she screams as she turns around so that her forehead touches the car as she covers her eyes and leans on the car. "I wanted to be nice but when I get nervous... I tend to say stupid and hurtful shit."

She turns around dramatically as she sits down on the ground and leans on the back of her car. She pulls her knees into her chest as she hugs them. "Dean" she says as she looks up at me, "do you think they hate me? What am I asking?" she says as she grabs her hair. " Of course, they hate me now. I f****d up big time. I forgot that some grown-ups can't tolerate drinking, it's become such a bad habit to the point that even Henry gave up on trying to fix it as my new parent."

I try not to laugh at the way that Skye is acting but she notices and quickly gets up.

"ok, I get it. The girl who looks emotionless is freaking out over the opinions of two old people. it's not that funny though," she says as I smile widely. " When I found out that he wasn't my dad I thought about how I wanted him to still be alive so that I could murder him... I wonder what Ben will think once he reads that journal." she says as she looks at the house. "will he be glad to finally have his parents by his side? we might be twins, but we are clearly different." she says, looking at her mark.

Ben's pov

"I'm sorry about that," I say as I get up and grab the journal from the floor. "Skye can be a real problem sometimes."

"What did she mean by all that?" the man who is supposedly my father asks.

"I don't have all the details. All I know is that our father, well, the man and woman who took care of us suddenly forbade us from shifting. It wasn't until they died when I wanted to shift again I found out that Skye had already tried to but couldn't. She says that they cursed us and well, maybe they did, but I don't exactly know." I say as I sit down on the couch and look at the journal.

I open it as the pair hug each other as they stare out of the window.

The writing is a beautiful cursive in black ink I smile as I recognize the handwriting.

The journal has dates and I skim through it. I manage to find my name on there along with Skye's multiple times. Most of the journals are about observing us and our development while we are on the curse.

The way that this is written, makes it seem as if Skye and I were animals. Two pet dogs entering the process of an experiment.

' Today I told her that her eyes were the saddest part of her characteristics and she looked at me with a glint of hate in her eyes. Skye has always been like this towards me. She hates me. She hates me because she knows what I am. Her violet eyes can see through me and my mask, and I hate that as well. I hate this child because she can see what I desperately want to hide.'

Once I read this paragraph, I close the journal and look at the man and woman who are my real parents and, without realizing it I begin to cry.

These are my real parents, but I can't accept them. I don't fully understand how a person can be so kind to me and then turn out to be a horrible person behind the scenes.

What was my father thinking?