AN- so here it is, the part two of Facing The Past. If there are any new readers reading this story, I strongly suggest that you read the first part to this. It will explain a lot for what's going on in this story. Also, in the first part, there was no magic in the story, but there will be magic in this story, but like I had said before, there will be magic used, just not a lot about demons and warlocks mentioned. They really don't fit into the story. For any of the old readers that have read my other two stories, the first part, Living With The Pain, everything is the same in part two that had happened in part one, so I'm not even going to put that story up again. Anyway, like I had said, here is part two of the story. Please, read and review.
Ch.1
He sat in the attic of the old house, desperately trying spell after spell to try to see them. For the past 4 ½ hours he had been here. His brother, sister-in-law, niece, and nephew had gone to bed long ago. He came here just 10 minutes after he knew they were asleep. His own daughter safely tucked into her bed, already asleep, along with his wife, or so he thought. He sat on the floor in complete darkness, except for the flicker of the candle placed on the table in front of him.
"Chris, are you here?" she asked, orbing in. He didn't respond. He sat there, continuing with spell after spell. "Chris, please talk to me," she said, slowly kneeling down beside him. He didn't even turn his head to look at her. Instead, she took his face in her hands and made her look at him. The tear streaks were more visible than ever, along with the tears glistening in his green eyes.
"How did you get here?" he asked her.
"Well, she felt her Daddy's pain," she replied, resting her hand on her 6 month pregnant stomach. He looked down and rested his hand on top of hers. She swore she could see the smile playing on his lips. "Come on. It's 3:30 in the morning. Let's go home," she added, before watching the little smile fade from his face.
"I can't," he said, lifting his hand and turning his back to her.
"Please, you can't keep doing this. Bianca needs to see you. She needs her father back, and I need my husband back," she said.
"You don't understand. I haven't seen them for 3 years. I need to see my daughter, my sister and my mother," he said, anger in his voice.
"Yes, I do understand. Are you forgetting I lost both of my parents at the age of 8? I know what you're going through. I would give anything to see them again, but I know I won't until I'm destined to," Jessie said. "You need to stop this. I swear Chris, if you don't come back home with me now I'll…" that was all she said. He stood up, anger in his eyes and voice.
"YOU'LL WHAT? LEAVE ME LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!" he screamed. Wyatt orbed in at that moment and what he saw both confused and shocked him. He saw Jessie on the floor with Chris above her, his hand raised in the air, and an angry expression on his face.