Minds

Isabelle Blackstone has been able to read minds since she was nine. Now she's 16 and she frequently wastes time reading people's thoughts; undisturbed and undetected. Until one day, someone talks back...

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6. Chapter 5

That glowing feeling after eating with Mahina turned sour as soon as I got home. My mum and step-dad were home. So was my actual father. 

"Isabelle! Where have you been?" my mum asks, sweeping me into a hug. She always greeted me so happily, and she had obviously been concerned. 

"I've made a new friend and we went for a McDonald's. Sorry, mum. I didn't know you'd be home so soon," I smile, hugging her back. 

"I hope you didn't go out dressed like that," my dad slurs. Ahh, drunk dad. 

"You should go home," I say sharply, removing my shoes. 

"Why, Isabelle? Breaking up the party already?" he says, wobbling back and forth on the spot. 

I have always refused to read my mum's mind on purpose. It's an invasion of her privacy and a mistake I've made a few times. Right now, however, it's boiling full of anger. My dad's drunk mind was a mess and my step-dad... He's a different story. 

"There is no party, father. And there won't be."

He whines like a child and I roll my eyes. He stumbles towards me and I take an instinctive step back.

"Don't touch my daughter," my mum warns as he tries to get closer.

"She's our daughter, Colette," he reminds, a childish and smug grin on his face.

"Get out!" I yell suddenly. It bursts out and all of the adults go quiet. My dad looks me in the face and staggers out, moving past me unsteadily. He slams the door on his way out. I flinch and turn to line my shoes up properly. There's a shocked but relieved silence settling. My mum wraps her arms around me and leaves a small, affectionate kiss on my forehead. 

"Thank you, Isa darling," she whispers quietly. 

"It's okay, mum. But you've got to explain how he ended up here with you two," I insist, looking up at her. 

"She doesn't need to hear the story," my step-dad yells from the kitchen. 

"That's not up to you, Jon. I'm not your daughter," I snap.

"It is up to me. Colette, you are not allowed to tell her. She is not old enough to handle stories like that," he declares.

My mum leans down towards me, and assures me that she'll tell me anyway. 

"I'm going upstairs. Mum, if you need me, give me a shout. Jon, if you need me- fuck off," I say, shooting him an overly-sweet smile. 

I run up the stairs as my phone starts buzzing in my pocket. 

I take it out and read the screen name- it's Mahi. I pick up and wait for it to connect.

"Hey, Mahi! What can I do for you?"
"Isabelle? Hey, I fell out with my mum and I'm really sorry to ask this of you but is there any chance I could stay at your's for a little while so that it can calm down? She's really pissed."

"Of course. Do you have some stuff packed?" I say, turning myself around and running back down the stairs.

"Yeah. I'm waiting where we met. Please hurry, it's starting to get dark and I don't know my way around."
I drag on some trainers as quickly as I can. "I'm coming. Stay put, I'll be there in five minutes," I assure, grabbing a key.

"Okay. Thank you so much."

"It's perfectly fine. Stay where you are." 

We say our goodbye's and I hang up.

"Mum, Jon. Is it alright for my to bring my new friend around for a few days? There's been a... situation at home and she has no idea where she is."

My mum agrees almost instantly, but Jon hesitates. I thank my mum and kiss her swiftly on the cheek... I'm sure Jon can take it up with her if he has any problems. 

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