#Chapter 20 – Little Sister

Jackson raises his left arm, bending it and pressing his forearm tight against my neck. The moment our bodies touch – he only had his hand fisted in my uniform before – it happens again. My eyes fly open as the pulse pounds through the air, almost audible this time. Jackson’s eyes go wide as he stares down at his arm. Desperate, I snap my hands up, pulling at his arm – but, fuck, they do it again – my hands start to heat immediately when they come into contact with him – “What the fuck!” Jackson shouts, but he doesn’t run this time, he leans in closer, cutting off my air with the pressure of his arm against my windpipe. “What the fuck is happening!? What – what are you!?” I cry out in pain and fear as Jackson realizes again what he must have dismissed as his imagination before – That there’s something about me – about us – that’s – that’s different – I scrabble at his arm, desperate to get away, but he’s so much bigger than me – Suddenly there’s a sound like the crack of thunder