"So, you get mad of me telling the truth?" Gerrard said, as he stopped.

"You looked down at my power."

"You have power?"

I closed my eyes tightly, so I could control myself. "I mean, my ability to fight for myself."

He didn't say a word. He just nodded as if he understood me. He always likes this; he thinks that he knows me better than I knew myself.

We were at the park right now, where we planned to go.

My parents just went home, and told Gerrard to assist me until I got home. To be honest, that was not a good idea. I wanted to be independent...