"I don't, really. Not in detail." He never had. Maybe he should, maybe it would release some of the constant anger that always simmered underneath his skin. But he couldn't, today, not with fear still swimming so close under his skin. He knew Alex could understand, Alex just telling him things were bad at home, and then seeing what Jesse Manes was capable of, let him know they'd probably gone through a lot of the same things. But it was less the violence, more the...being lost that was important.
"No one in Roswell would take me, after Isobel and Max were gone. The people who finally did--they took me away. That's why I wasn't around when you all met in elementary school." So, he hadn't just been separated like in different households from Isobel and Max. He'd been gone. "It...wasn't good there. And I got sent back here, ended up in a group home again a couple of years later. Which was...better, I guess. 'Cause I found Isobel and Max again, and could at least see them at school. I kinda bounced from family to family to group home. No one wanted me for long, and I guess I can't blame them. I was angry, a lot. That chaos I told you about. And then--" He glanced around, held out his hand and called a book into his hand from the nightstand. "My powers started manifesting."
His gaze dropped to the book. "I didn't have control, though. So, mixing anger with out-of-control telekinesis? You've seen Carrie, right?" It's a rhetorical question. "I'd get mad, and furniture would go flying. I learned to control it before anyone ever got seriously hurt, but. The lady at the group home I was living in when I was 13 called in an actual exorcist. For the record--exorcism sucks."
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"No one in Roswell would take me, after Isobel and Max were gone. The people who finally did--they took me away. That's why I wasn't around when you all met in elementary school." So, he hadn't just been separated like in different households from Isobel and Max. He'd been gone. "It...wasn't good there. And I got sent back here, ended up in a group home again a couple of years later. Which was...better, I guess. 'Cause I found Isobel and Max again, and could at least see them at school. I kinda bounced from family to family to group home. No one wanted me for long, and I guess I can't blame them. I was angry, a lot. That chaos I told you about. And then--" He glanced around, held out his hand and called a book into his hand from the nightstand. "My powers started manifesting."
His gaze dropped to the book. "I didn't have control, though. So, mixing anger with out-of-control telekinesis? You've seen Carrie, right?" It's a rhetorical question. "I'd get mad, and furniture would go flying. I learned to control it before anyone ever got seriously hurt, but. The lady at the group home I was living in when I was 13 called in an actual exorcist. For the record--exorcism sucks."