Lie
Chapter 1 – Lost
25th July 1971
Manchester, Cheetwood, Everside Dr.
'Sun shines like never before but her face will no more.'
Listen you will be fine, just listen to your father and you're gonna survive this. Trust me, have I ever lied to you?
No, mom, you didn't. I will be good child like you want me to be – says a black haired eleven year old girl – I will be good. But mom don't leave.
Pale women smiles weakly while her weak arm slowly touches her daughter's pink cheek.
Honey, we will meet again, in the better and prettier world. Just listen, don't be afraid. Michelle don't be afraid of changes, remember, you're different. I love you honey... And she speaks no more. Her eyes don't shine, and she slowly dies.
Everside Drive was black next couple of days. People were grieving the youngest women that died in the street. Woman of thirty died in her bed on 25th July from cancer. She fought with cancer for almost six months but lost. Lost the only fight in her life, the only one that she wanted to win. Husband and only child left behind. Daphne Parker Powell was her name. What people didn't know was that she was a witch. She was a witch and her daughter was too. They were different and special. She gave up the magic and became a simple housewife, and pretended to be a muggle (for her husband). Matthew Powell was a simple man, with a simple house and a simple life and that's how he wanted it to stay. It didn't lasted. His family is not simple as he think it is. Nothing is simple as it seems.
Matthew was thirty-five years old man with short beard, black hair and pure black eyes. You couldn't but to notice them. They always had that shade, like angry one, even when he smiles (which is rare) he looks angry and devestating. That expression became worst when his wife left him. He was never a good father (he would never admit it), he was proud, arogant and selfish, never kind nor good. And that never changed.