17 year old Jameson Cartwright was not afraid of keeping her secret. She was concerned for her best friend, Kristina. Kristina and Jameson had been best friends since they were 6. Kristina had been there when Jameson had discovered she had certain gifts - abilities. Kristina helped Jameson overcome her fear of these gifts and abilities and helped her learn how to use them.
Now, Kristina needed Jameson's help. Kristina's father, Richard, had been abusing her for eleven years. For eleven years, Jameson had wanted to help, but wasn't strong enough. For eleven years, Jameson watched her best friend suffer. The pain and suffering would end tonight.
"Are you ready?" Jameson looked at Kristina to see her reaction. She was ready. Kristina had her own strength. It wasn't magical like Jameson's, but it was magical in it's own way. "Alright, you stay in the car. He's going to meet me outside."
Kristina was suppose to be home at 11 pm. It was now 2 am. Richard would definitely be outside waiting Kristina's return.
Kristina lived at the bottom of a hill. It was a standard two story 1980's house. As they approached, Jameson noticed that no lights inside the house were on. The porch light in the front was on, but that didn't mean anything. The moon was full, extra light was not needed tonight.
"He will never bother you again. Just have trust and faith in me. We talked to my parents. You will be able to stay with me after we do this. You're 18, he has no more power over you."
Stopping in front of the house, Jameson stepped out of the car and blew out the porch light. "Richard, come out here. I need to speak with you."
Jameson didn't have to speak loud. Richard appeared from the side of the house. He had been on the side porch waiting to ambush Kristina as she walked into the house. Jameson knew he would have pounced on accidently if she hadn't spoken.
"What do you want?" Richard nearly hissed through his lips. His scare tacticts worked with Kristina, but they wouldn't work with Jameson. Not anymore. He was so enraged he didn't even notice the light was out. Of course, the full moon was providing plenty of light.
"I want you to listen and listen well. You will never lay another hand on Kristina. Kristina will never live in the same house as you again. I will accompany Kristina tomorrow and we will gather her things and she will move in with me and my family."
"What makes you think that? She is my daughter and she will live where I say she lives. You are some punk 17 year old child who makes all of my daughter's decisions. That's what will end tonight. She will never spend time with you again."
Jameson centered all her energy above her. She felt the magnetic pull from her body into the sky. She felt the ground disappear beneath her feet. She had practiced this millions of time, it hardly took any concentration. So, Jameson had the pleasure of watching Richard's face contort into a cross between shock and astonishment, but Jameson wasn't done. "Maybe I didn't make myself clear. You will NOT be making decisions for her ever again. She is an adult and she is leaving you. She has decided to move in with me and my family. Any other questions?" To prove her point, Jameson lifted her arms and increased the power of the wind.
"What does this prove? That you know how to do movie tricks?" Richard managed to spit out between his clenched jaw. He wouldn't back down easily.
Jameson was prepared for this. She cupped her hands one on top of the other like an invisble sun was inside them. "From night to day, bring sunshine into this bray." The circular space between Jameson's hands filled with light. "As sunshine is light as air, so shall Richard be lighter than air. Bring him up, though his heart be down."
Jameson flattened her hands and pushed them out towards Richard. The light spread from her hands to cover Richard's body, lifting him six feet off the ground and twisting him upside down. Richard's face could no longer hide the fear he felt. He finally believed Jameson was his worst nightmare. Jameson could hurt him. No one had ever been able to hurt him before.
"Ppppuuuuutttttt mmmmmeeeee ddddoooowwwnnnn" he managed to stammer.
"Promise that you will not be here when we come tomorrow to clear out Kristina's room. Promise you will never try to contact her again. If she decides to contact you, it will be on her terms."
"IIIIIII promise."
Jameson turned the defeated man rightside up and placed him back on the ground. His confidence clearly shaken, he turned and walked slowly into the house. He never glanced back, he wasn't at the house the next day, and Kristina never heard from him again.
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