sequel to "her way out of hell"

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Her way back to heaven

Chapter 1: out of heaven

It was four am on a Monday morning. The sun slowly began to rise and it poured its liquid bronze over the buildings of New Orleans, Louisiana. The first birds began to sing and some leftover of party goers were stumbling down the street cheering and laughing. And while their night was about to begin, the day began for our lovely couple of two beautiful witches.

Misty Day lay on her back in the queen size bed in her apartment. She stared at the little alligators on the walls, knowing their number by heart, for she counted them in so many sleepless nights she had lately when she like know recalled the past nine months of her life. Well, she literally didn't live up to that certain date when she gave in her feelings towards the woman beside her. She heard the same woman shifting now. The rising sun slowly illuminated the room. Misty turned her face to look at her lover and softly smiled at her when she saw her deep brown eyes open. There was some heavy sad vibe upon their love. They both felt it. Both didn't dare to talk about it of fear, they would lit a spark, that would end in a raging fire which would leave all they had in ashes. And both also knew that this situation was close to excruciating.

Misty turned onto her side, bowing her right arm under her head, using it as a pillow.

"Hi" she whispered.

Cordelia didn't respond, just moved closer to her, lifted Misty's duvet and slid under it. She immediately began to place tiny kisses on Misty's bare shoulder. Her fingertips danced her way down Misty's upper body.

Misty groaned in frustration when she gently tried to push the other woman away from her.

"No, I don't want to." She murmured. Cordelia ignored Misty's plea, instead she just got fiercer. Misty soon had enough and pushed Cordelia away from her maybe a bit too roughly.

"Well, you wanted yesterday evening. " Cordelia remarked.

"Yes, n' you didn't and I didn't push you." Misty responded her voice louder than intended.

Cordelia sighed in surrender. She snuggled up to Misty again.

"Will there be a time when we both want it at the same time, again?" Cordelia whispered, her fingertips drawing lazy patterns on Misty's shoulder. Misty shifted then groaned and pushed Cordelia's hand away, scratching the skin of her shoulder afterwards.

"What?" Cordelia asked slightly annoyed.

"Nothing, it's tickling me." She wrapped her right arm around Cordelia's body and pulled her closer. She kissed her hairline and nuzzled her nose into her hair afterwards. "I'm sorry, Lia."

Cordelia smiled. "I don't dare to ask you now but…."

"Well now you made me curious." Misty smiled.

"When will you move in with me?"

Misty sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Do we have to discuss this now?" Misty backed out of Cordelia's grip, got up and put her bathrobe on. She spoke while she knotted the ties together. "I already told you, that I don't want to." She added.

Cordelia sat up straight in bed, with her back against the headboard.

"But why?" Cordelia asked.

Misty shook her head annoyed. "Why do you insist so hard? I did explain it to you. I need my own space. That doesn't mean I don't want to spend time with you, but I would die like a plant if I had nothing on my own. I feel bad enough because you paid for all this." Misty gestured around her. "At least I am now able to pay the rent myself. "

She walked around the bed and sat down on the bedside facing Cordelia.

"I….When you visit me I want to treat you as a guest, you know? I clean up, I cook for you, I fulfil you every wish. I wouldn't be able to do all this if we shared one apartment. Because that would be ours. There'd be no yours nor mine, just ours. That's not what I want. You maintain me enough anyway. Just think of …" she thought for a while, "we would have arguments about the most slightest things. Like how we do our laundry."

Finally Cordelia spoke and she got on her knees when she did to be taller than Misty in her sitting position.

"Yeah, that's because you're persnickety when it comes to your clothes, I don't know anyone but you who turns their clothes to on the left before washing and turn it on the right again before hang them to dry!"

"I am not persnickety; I just think it's a waste of time to fumble with my shirts and jeans in the morning, because they are turned left. Maybe you are so blasé because there was always someone who did your laundry. You don't have the slightest hint of how it is to be alone; there was always someone around you, spoiling you. You need to learn, that I don't need that. I can and I will it do on my own. I don't need you."

Silence. Misty knew right after the second she finished, that she had made a mistake.

"Fine!" was the only thing Cordelia said, before she left the bed. She grabbed her things and ran into the bathroom.

"Fuck!" Misty pinched the bridge of her nose, before the got up and followed her.

"Lia!" she called. She entered the bathroom and watched Cordelia throwing her cosmetics into her bag.

"Don't Lia me! That time is over!"

"What the hell are you doing?" Misty said while Cordelia pushed pass her and left the room. She put her jeans and blouse on.

"You want to be alone? I leave you alone!" She grabbed her jacket and bag and opened the door.

"Don't be late for work!" She gave Misty a look which was a mix of anger, sadness and disappointment before she slammed the door shut behind her.

Misty hurried down the hallways of Miss Robichaux's, she was late because she missed her bus. Her eyes were still red from the tears she cried earlier and her kajal was smudged under her eyes, her nose a bit runny. She passed some young girls and boys all giving her an empathic look. She entered the classroom and went to her desk without looking at her students. She threw her bag into the corner behind her and sat down. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand, cleared her throat and spoke to her class.

"Page 45 in your books. Solanum nigrum, read, summarize and think of magic power this herb might hold. Time: thirty minutes from now. We will compare your results in the last fifteen minutes."

She opened the botanic book and tried to read the paragraph about the solanum as well , although her ability to concentrate was somehow gone. She only thought of Cordelia and how she looked at her before she left the apartment. She thought of how she herself fell on the bed again and started to cry, how she almost forgot to breathe in because the sobs caused a vacuum in her lungs. She cried until there were no tears anymore and then suddenly realized, that time in fact did go on. She blinked once and rubbed her neck. 'Concentrate!' she reminded herself. There was a sudden shadow rushing through the room. Misty thought it to be a large bird, which flew by the window. She wasn't so sure about this anymore when it happened again and again. She looked up. She heard her own breath loud in her head. There was a sudden buzzing in her ears and the room around her began to spin. She heard familiar words getting louder in her head and her only thought was that this just couldn't be true. Not again…..not again….

"Freak! You're a freak! Mr. Kringley! She did it again!"

Misty grasped both of her temples and tried to breath calmly.

"Miss Day?" Misty suddenly heard a childlike voice beside her. She jumped in surprise and turned towards her.

"Hey, Melissa!"

The young girl put her book down on her teacher's desk and pointed to a certain line.

"I don't understand that. Would you please explain?"

Misty double-checked on her to be sure she was really back in reality.

"Of course!" Misty said and pulled the girl closer so she could explain whatever the girl asked.

She just wanted to forget what just happened.