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That’s when her hand wraps around his balls in a vice like grip. She makes herself stand, her teeth grinding in anger. Strands of her still wet hair fall in front of her hazel eyes. “Listen to me... you fucking fat pervert! Tonight I’ve had my ribs broken, I’ve been beaten around half the town by men who could topple buildings. Since I’ve had my powers, people have shot at me, I’ve wiped the floor with entire gangs. But you, you come into my room alone, and you think you can just make me do what you want?”

Ross shakes like a tree in the wind. Two minutes ago he would not have believed this small, half naked teenage girl was capable of so much anger. Yet here she is, just about ready to rip his balls off. “Never in my wildest dreams would I touch a sweating slob like you. Tell me right now. Where is the backup?” She squeezes a little tighter.

_“AGH! OH GOD!! _Okay!! It’s in- in my house! My computer!”

Holding back just enough of her strength that she won’t shatter every bone in his face, she backhands him. He lands on the floor, blood pouring from his mouth, she goes to her closet and dresses quickly in jeans and a t-shirt, before she throws on a raincoat. She zips herself up tightly. “Let’s go”. She grabs him, and they both fly out the window.

Soon, in a different neighbourhood across the town, she throws him right through an upstairs window. He scurries around the broken glass like a frightened rat, and she lands gracefully in front of him.

The room is a mess. Fitting for a pigsty. His bed covers drapped half on the floor, clothes everywhere, the stench of underwear that needs washed. This is not her concern now. She looks at a computer sitting on a desk in the corner. She holds him by his jacket in the air with one hand. “It’s on the hard drive!!” He screams. She drops him, lifts up the hard drive, and throws it to the floor. She crushes it under her foot, little bits of board lying broken amongst the glass. “Anything else?” She whispers. “N-no”, he mumbles, quivering. She picks him up by the throat, forcing him against the wall. “Anything else??” She glares at him. “NO! GOD NO! I SWEAR!” Still holding him, she can feel the blood flow in his throat. They both know that with the slightest bit of pressure she could snap his neck. “If my secret ever got out – it’s not just me they’d come after. My family would be in danger. I can’t let that happen. I can’t let anything happen to my family! You understand how serious that is? You can’t use my secret against me as a sick game!”

She lets him drop. “Now you know how I felt earlier tonight. Frightened. Broken. I want you to resign at the school. If you don’t, I’ll be back to break every one of your fingers. You got it?” “Yes! I got it!” He screams, cowering behind his arms. She flies out the window, and back to her home.

She enters her bedroom window, the rain and dark night should cover her entrance. Undressing, she places her coat and clothes back in the closet. Half naked, her skin glistening with some of the rain, she begins crying. It’s the kind of cry that shows how women still feel like little girls from time to time. She has never felt more **** – beaten to the point she thought she would die, sitting on the edge of her bed with no idea how many of her bones are broken, her whole life threatened by a disgusting man who had read her most private thoughts.

She searches her drawers for her diary. At least he left it where he found it. She reads the part that he had read. Something she had written only days before the fateful day she gained her powers.

I’ve had what I could only describe as the most vivid dream I’ve ever had. I am barefoot, walking lightly along the grass, across a hilltop. I’m wearing a silk sheer nightie, with straps on the shoulders revealing a lot of neckline, it comes to the tops of my thighs. I could feel the light breeze on my bare skin and the silk just made me feel - oooooooh! I come to a meadow with sun beams coming through the leaves of the trees. I walk behind one of the trees, like I’m hiding. But I’m not scared – it’s a fun game, and I’m laughing. It begins raining lightly, a spring shower, the nightie clings to my skin, my curves and breasts are visible through the material, my long hair is wet and clings to my face and back, and I have never felt more sexy. A tall man with dark hair and a suit appears. Even in his suit I can tell he has an athletic body. He finds me, chasing me from behind the tree. When he catches up with me, we’re both laughing, and we kiss – I drape my arms around his head, running my hands through his soft curly hair, he clings my waist, bringing me closer to him.

We fall on the grass, rolling and laughing again, then I bring him in for another kiss, biting his lower lip softly. I remove his clothes and I was right – his perfectly formed athletic body lies on top of mine. He is some years older than me. A handsome older man. He takes me – we have sex. In the spring rain on the grass. He whispers gently in my ear – “I love you”.

When I woke up, I was soaked. I had never felt like that before. If my first time could be like that dream, I don’t think I would ever feel as content.

After reading the passage, she puts the book away. Disgusted and also embarrassed she burns red at the thought of Ross reading this – getting off on it. She curls up in her bed switching off her light. Her exhausted body has no trouble drifting to sleep.

She dreams. Her dream calls up a soothing memory from years before. Her father helping her with homework. It’s a simple memory, but something that warms her heart. “Never give up,” her Father whispers. “Sometimes the work seems too hard, or too much, and you might feel too tired – but you can never give up”.