Flashback II: Strange Energy

Storm remembered tearing up, feeling weak and helpless.

Manuel had mentioned cases, weird cases, where he had watched her lustily, yearning to have a thirst of her before any other kid in the block. He had pointed out that when he had heard about her dating Curtis, the rich kid from the next two blocks, he had known that it was the right time to take the gold before someone else touched it.

Manuel's frenzied words had made her sick. At that moment, she had hated him with every fibre in her. She had hated her father, she had hated her step mother and step sister.

It was true that when they had moved here, Manuel had always sought her out to touch her in sexual forms; a forced kiss, groping her breasts at the backyard. At one time, he had even dipped a finger in her honeypot during one of the nights when he would sneak into her room and release his pent up emotion.

The first time Storm had told her father about this, he had slapped her mouth shut whilst telling her to stop making up stories about her brother. He had tasked her to stop trying to sabotage his goodluck.

That had been when the perspective she had of her father had finally changed.

He had turned from the loving man she had known to a monster.

Storm had stopped talking to him ever since, except in some cases where he would ask her questions and she had no choice to answer. She had also wondered if he had ever loved her mother.

So, her step brother had continued with the sneaking in and abusing, only that the next time, he had been rough. He had slapped the hell out of her for rattling him out to her father, before leaving the room.

Every night, since then, she had held her breath in fear, thinking whether this would be the night when he would finally have his way into her. He had successfully garnerd and built up fear for him within her. That had, in addition to the nightmares, had made living hell for her.

But she hadn't been up to eighteen, so she hadn't been able to run away from home.

The happiness that had flooded her soul when Manuel had been admitted into college was unimaginable. Her father had made sure that he had left the following day.

If shehadn't been slapped by her old man, Storm would have thought that he had been pursuing Manuel out of her hair to give her the peace of mind she had been yearning for.

But two days before her eighteenth birthday, Manuel had returned without informing any of the family members. A surprise, he had termed it when he had been asked by Jess, even though all the while, his eyes had been stuck on her,or rather on her body.

That day and the following day, he hadn't touched her, other than following her around with his eyes. It had been like the calm before the storm.

And so that night when he had torn off her pants, and dipped his finger in her honeypot, making slurpy sounds in her right ear whilst biting them at intervals, something snapped within Storm; something that winded up an energy within her that she didn't know she had.

The feeling it gave her had been exactly the same feeling that she had gotten whenever she had used her healing powers. The energy had coursed through her veins making her intoxicated than any alcohol or wine could.

Storm had felt strength pour into her bones, had felt her eyes clear off of any dizzying effects or spells. And then, when Manuel had been about to push his member into her honeypot, she had, with one hand, pushed him off her body with anger.

Her mouth had fallen agape in shock, when she had seen him fly across the room and hit his head against the wall before slumping to the floor.

Shaking herself out of the state of shock, Storm had strolled toward him, a winning smirk on her face, deciding to check out herself later on how she had suddenly become strong.

"How...did you...do that? What are you?" Manuel had asked, trying to put up one last brave front. But Storm hadn't been having it, not considering it worth her time to even give him an answer to his question.

Quickly, before anybody would have been able to notice his presence, Storm had picked up a knife which had been on an old round small table close to the mat she had usually slept on.

She had squared her shoulders, before using the knife to carve the word 'rapist' on his right arm.

He had passed out by the time she had finished, but his screams during the whole process had attracted the attention of the other family members who flooded into the room.

Her step mother had been the first to show any reaction, as the other two were left shocked by what they had seen.

Jess had tried slapping Storm, but the energy was still there, moving smoothly through her entire body system, and so she had ended up catching the woman's flimsy hand before the latter could say jack. The widening of Jess' eyes had indicated a surprise, a shock, and then a potent fear.

Storm had been aware that her eyes were cold, very cold, even though there wasn't a mirror lying around in her room. She had known, because at that moment, her heart had become cold toward them all. She had flung Jess' hand away, smiling evilly when the woman took three step backwards.

Storm's father never tried to accost her, neither had Miranda. Rather, he had called for the family doctor, citing an emergency, not wanting his image to be tarnished by Manuel's selfish cravings.

They had all left her in peace that night, and for the first time since she had started living with them, she had felt powerful.

The next day, she had demanded for a room with a bed in it, a room like Mirianda's. Her task load had been reduced too and she had been placed on a wage system in the restaurant.

It hadn't stopped the name calling and all that. But her life now was better than before, and it was a start, even though she never felt the energy again.

If it was still around now, Storm would have blasted Mirianda's face right at this moment for disturbing her sweet sleep.