I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, once, twice,three times. Sighing I looked forward trying to ignore it. Finally, it stopped, leaving me to focus on the road.
I had no idea where i was heading.
My mom had said that we needed this, a new start in a town far away from home, far away from any attachments. Even though I knew the real reason we left, she'd never say it out loud.
He'd found her. We thought we had finally found a place where we could be safe, but he still found her.
I never understood it, she's one of the most powerful witches I've ever known, but she's afraid of a human. Personally, i would have made his dick fall off, or given him some sort of terminal cancer, but that's just me.
She won't even tell me why he's been looking for her. All I've heard are the rumors. He was a stalker from her high school days, he was madly in love with her, blah blah blah. I don't really care what happened, I just want to know why I'm running from someone I've never even met.
My mom has some major issues. She can't commit to anything. Shes dated twenty guys in the last three years, some of them for a week, some of them for a month, but never longer than that. Every town we move to we open a shop where we sell herbs, oils, and crystals. She usually starts off good, keeps up with inventory and revenue, but around boyfriend number four she starts forgetting to count the number of sage bags by the register, or forgets to order some new lavender incents, and that's where i take over. I've basically been running my own bussiness since I was twelve.
I'm not saying that I don't have issues too, because I do. I've only ever dated drug heads, which is one reason my mom made me start working full time at the herb shop. It's not that I look for potheads and drinkers, but when you smoke pot and drink you tend to be around other people who do it too. I can't really say that I've ever been serious about any of those relationships. They usually end after a month or too when the guy becomes attached, and then I just move on, like when you buy a new pair of shoes, you really like them at first but sooner or later they get boring and you throw them away. It sounds harsh, I know, but when you move around as much as I have you learn not to hold on to anything for too long.
My mom made me see a psychiatrist two states ago, and he told me that I should try opening up with my mom and tell her how i feel about us moving around so much, but I just don't see the point, she barely talks to me anymore.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by a vibrating in my pocket. Sighing I finally gave in and answered it.
"Hel-" "Finally she answers! It's just a few more miles up the road so stay behind me, and Don't even think about going to sleep when we get there because we've got to unpack and go to the new shop. All of our furniture is already there. I'll see you in thirty to Fourty five minutes. I love you." "I lo-" Click.
I sighed and looked around. All I could see was forest. Dark, Wet, Creepy forest. It was perfect.

I'd been driving for thirty minutes when I finally found out where we were. It was dark and I almost missed the sign, but there it was, Beacon Hills. I'd never heard of it before, and I definitely didn't know anyone from here. A fresh start, Just what we needed. Maybe he won't find us this time.
I followed my mom for another five minutes before we pulled up in front of a two-story house. It was made of brick and had windows that had to go from floor to ceiling. I had to admit, she did good this time. Our last place was a small apartment with hardly any breathing room.
I hurriedly turned off the ignition to my baby, a black Dodge Challenger, and opened my door.
I stood up stiffly, I'd been driving for nearly twenty-four hours. I walked over to my moms Ford Explorer and watched her get out. She didn't look a thing like me. Her hair was brown, mine was auburn. She's slim and bony, I'm thick and curvy. She has big hands and feet, I have small ones. We're nothing alike.
"Well, what do you think? I tried to get us something bigger this time, and when i saw this I just had to have it. It was Cheap too." she said eagerly. "I Like it. Good job, mom." she smiled and kissed my forehead." Come on, Lets unpack." I nodded and turned back to car. I noticed a black Camaro parked across the street. "Nice car." I said quietly to myself. I Grabbed the first of many boxes and walked into my new home.