Catalyst (probably not going to update anymore, don't watch the show anymore)

Chapter 22

I yelled back at him, "I don't want to hear it!" There was silence, and I felt my insides turning to glass. My voice fumbled, "You cheated on me. I can't believe you would do that."

"I didn't mean to," Barry sympathized, "There was a tsunami, I had to save everybody, and Iris...she just felt like she had to do it. I ran back in time, and none of it ever happened."

I sniffled, "That doesn't matter. I'm talking to the exact same Barry who kissed Iris that day, so I have no reason to be mad at her, but you...You're sleeping on the couch until I say otherwise!"

I stormed back to the bedroom, and Barry said in a guilty tone, "I'm so sorry, Finn." I pretended that I didn't hear him, and slammed the bedroom door behind me.

Using my mind, I switched my tank to the converter, and let a few tears run down my face. I quickly collapsed onto the bed bawling, because of how much emotional pain I was in.

I trusted him, I trusted him with my life. But he's sorry. Well, quoting Taylor Swift, "Band-Aids don't fix bullet holes.

I was in the cortex at Star-Labs, and I was completely alone—always the recipe for disaster in horror movies. While I worked at my desk, there was an overwhelming sensation that I was being watched, so I quickly turned around to see nothing.

I went back to my work, but the presence still loomed over me. "Miss Carter," Dr. Wells said from behind me, and I jumped.

"Oh," I breathed heavily, "Hi, Dr. Wells."

He sat in his wheelchair, "You know that's not my name," Wells sneered, and then stood up and threw his glasses onto the floor. Wells walked towards me slowly, and it dawned on me how tall he actually was. When he stood directly in front of me, I was cornered into my desk in panic, and he whispered, "Say my name."

Playing coy, I refused, "I don't understand."

"Say my name," He demanded with his eyes turning red.

My heart was pounding, but I remained silent.

Then, Wells yanked me up by my floral shirt, and he sneered in my face, "Say my name."

"The Reverse Flash," I quivered, and he smirked evilly. Then, Wells pulled a large, hypodermic needle out from his pocket with a purple liquid inside of it, and plunged it deep into my thigh.

Immediately, I felt the effects of the injection, but this time, I completely fell unconscious.

I leap awake with my heart pounding in my chest from my nightmare, and I look to my side for Barry momentarily forgetting how upset I was at him.

Stress was eating me alive, and I just couldn't cope with all of this information being thrown at me at once. So, I did the logical thing, and started to cry/have a mental breakdown. I grasped the sides of my head, brought my knees to my chest, and rocked back and forth longing for Barry.

My telekinetic ability got the best of my emotions, and the door started banging against the wall and door frame violently. All things in my bedroom that were not secured to the ground began floating all around me, and they formed a whirlpool motion.

Barry ran into the bedroom, and he climbed onto bed grabbing my wrists. "Finn!" He asked urgently, "Finn, what's wrong?"

I was unable to speak through all of my crying, so Barry did the best thing he could do at that moment—pulled me into a tight embrace against his chest. My body shook in fear, so I grabbed two fistfuls of Barry's blue t-shirt and sobbed into it.

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It took me ten minutes to calm down, but when I did Barry tucked me in and cleaned up the room. He was about to exit the room and go back to the couch, but I stopped him, "Bar, don't." He looked at me confused, but I smiled with a few tears still in my eyes, "Come here."

He sat down on the edge of the bed, and asked quietly, "Do you want to talk about that?"

I bit my lip, "No," He looked awkward, so I laughed, "You can lay next to me, idiot."

Barry crawled to his spot in bed, and he lay down next to me while look facing my direction. "I thought you were mad at me?" He asked quietly.

I rolled onto my side facing him, and I replied, "I'm sorry for going psycho on you earlier about something that theoretically never happened." I placed my hand on the side of Barry's face, and I stroked his cheek with my thumb.

"No," Barry protested, "Finn, you can be mad at me. I messed up."

I smirked, "Barry Allen, just try to pretend to that I'm right so we can have make up sex."

He held my wrist, and Barry laughed, "Okay, okay." Then, he pulled me onto his chest, and Barry pressed his lips against mine; his hands ran along my back, and he sighed lovingly.

s-f-aY