Misty was late on her payment of rent for two months now. She simply couldn't afford, saving most of it up to pay a whole lump sum of cash to the school and she also had to get her daughter school supplies.
Misty took the first punch. It hit her square in the jaw and she could almost feel the entire thing dislocate. Another blow came her way, causing her to lose her balance and crash backwards against the wall. Misty yelped loudly as another blow came again and another and another. Until the whole world became stars and she felt blood dripping from her nose and her mouth.
"We'll be back, lady. And the next time, you better have money or..."
She heard a wail. Her daughter. Misty tried to move but she couldn't. Tears sprung from her eyes as she felt so helpless, not being able to protect her daughter and in that moment, she did something she hadn't done since she left that hell hole in New Orleans, she prayed. She prayed that her guardian angel would save them.
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Cordelia felt a sick feeling in her stomach and sunk onto the marble floor of their living room. Something bad had happened to Misty. She needed to find her, but how? She fumbled with her phone and dialed for her mother.
"Fiona, I need you here right now."
Fiona heard the urgency in her daughter's voice and appeared in front of her. "What's wrong, Delia?"
"Misty Day is in trouble."
"Go, I will keep Julie company."
"Mommy?" sounded out a sweet voice.
"Mommy's got important things to do now Juls. Why don't Mimi play tea party with you?"
"Okie!" Julienne exclaimed.
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Cordelia meanwhile had found herself in a sketchy neighbourhood.
"Hey Lady!" a man on the street whistled.
It felt wrong, yet all right being here. Cordelia closed her eyes tights. Something was drawing her towards a reddish-brown apartment building. She transmuted herself towards her instinct and prayed hard it was the right apartment.
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Misty was falling in and out of consciousness. The men had beat her up quite badly. She thought she saw a figure rush past. Her daughter. Where in the world was her daughter? Everything went black.
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When Cordelia found them, daughter laying atop mother, unconscious, she held both their hands and transmutated them back into the apartment.
When Amelie awoke, she immediately tried to heal her mother again but Fiona advised against it as it drained too much of her. Fiona thought Misty was too far gone and had said she would rather have the lady die and resurrect her than heal her from this state. Amelie was insistent though, that stubborn little girl… And Fiona gave in after a while, helping instead. There were still a few bruises here and there but most of the internal injuries were gone now.
Now Misty lay on the bed and Cordelia reached over the brush Misty's hair out of her face. The younger witch looked so vulnerable in her unconscious state. Cordelia's heart was racing. She hadn't felt this way. Not with her ex-boyfriends. Not with Hank. As she continued to caress the younger blonde, her fingertips accidently brush against bare skin. She hadn't thought twice about visions as they don't happen very often anymore. She could usually control them but this time,
A Sight took over her.
Misty Day's childhood flashed across her eyes, and then all of a sudden she was being dragged on the ground in the mud, and then men were hovering above her as she cried out in pain, then the flames engulfed her. And she awoke again in the bayou, somewhere in New Orleans. She hopped on a bus to the city they were now in, and shortly after became a mother. She cried very often in her room, when the baby was crying. But tears turned into laughter when her daughter slowly grew up.
Cordelia gasped, mouth shaped in an O, at the intensity of the vision.
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When Misty woke up again, she was in a different place. The sun was just rising. Wait that isn't right, they couldn't see the sun rise from their apartment. Only the smelly alley down below. Misty's head throbbed heavily as she rose from the white duvet. If heaven was like this, she would stay here forever.
She looked down at her fluffy white bathrobe and traced her fingers around the gold embroidery that was on the left pocket. C? C for Cordelia? Was she at Cordelia's house?
She popped her head out of the room when a thought struck her. Where was Amelie? Had the bad men taken her away? Her feet pattered down the steps to see a beautiful sight that greeted her. She paused midway on the staircase and looked at Amelie who was dressed in a white burberry polo shirt and beige pleated skirt, her usual hair in two braids that fell on her shoulders. Julie had the same outfit on except it was in a tinge of pale pink and her skirt was red instead.
"Mommy, mommy! Look at my new outfit!" Amelie grinned as she twirled around to show her mother. Julienne stood beside her and put her hand on her shoulder.
"Girls! Who are you talking to- Oh! I am glad you're up, Misty. How are you feeling?" Cordelia chirped as she exited the kitchen with a coffee in hand.
Misty was momentarily frozen in her spot. Usually when she saw the older woman, she was dressed to the nines. Today, she stood there in a pair of navy cropped slacks and a GAP shirt, hair in a messy ponytail, face free of make-up. She didn't know the woman wore glasses but there they were, sitting atop of her nose in a nerdy fashion.
Gosh, she looks so cute. Misty thought.
She watched from the staircase as Fiona emerged from the kitchen holding two lunchboxes, passing one to each of the girls.
"Misty, Delia," Fiona acknowledged, "I'll leave you two to talk."
Misty and Cordelia waved goodbye to the girls as Fiona and Delphine ushered them into the lift. Cordelia sunk into the sofa and stared at Misty.
"Are you going to stand there all day?" She smiled at the wild blonde and patted on the space next to her, "Come sit here if you'd like."
Cordelia frowned when Misty opted to sit across her instead but let it go anyway. The older woman crossed her legs on the sofa and shifted until she was comfortable before finally speaking, "Do you want me to tell you what happened? I'm sure it must be hazy."
Misty gave a small nod, not making eye contact with the woman.
"Okay, well, the men got you pretty bad. When I arrived, both you and Amelie were unconscious on the floor."
"They hit her?" Misty gasped, tears flooding her eyes.
"No. No. She was trying to heal you but I guess it was a little too much so she fainted. I brought you both back here and she awoke a few minutes later asking for you. My mother helped her with the incantation and they both managed to heal you without another fainting spell. You wouldn't wake up last night, so I got the helper to changed you into a bathrobe, which explains what you are wearing now."
"Oh, thank god… Thank ya' so much Miss Goode. I don't know what're happened if ya' hadn't found us," Misty thanked as she eyed the older blonde shyly, suddenly weary of what she was wearing and wrapped the bathrobe tighter around herself.
"It's only right after what Amelie had done for Julie. And please, it's Cordelia to you." And because I can't lose you. Not when I am falling so hard for you.
"Thank ya' so much, Miss Cordelia, I don't know how ta' repay your kindness."
"You don't ever have to, okay? It's what witches do. We help one another," Cordelia saw her chance to bring up the topic she wanted to talk about since the first time they met, "Misty, your daughter. She is gifted."
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The next hour was spent explaining the whole witch corporation to Misty. The wild blonde was simply happy to have found people like her.
The older woman had so many questions to ask about Misty's time in New Orleans. About the men that burnt her at the stake. The vision was hazy around that part, as though Misty herself had suppressed those memories. Cordelia tried at prompting the wild blonde to talk about her past, but she seemed to want to keep her mouth zipped about that.
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The wild blonde was attracted to the windows like a bug to the light. Cordelia found herself staring at the beauty who stood there, swaying a little as she hummed out another one of Stevie's song. Gosh, I really fell hard for her.
"It's a nice view, huh?" Cordelia spoke as she joined the blonde at the windows.
"Yea..." the wild blonde whispered.
Misty thought about the life Cordelia had. The life she would probably never have. Were they friends now?
"Yes, of course I am your friend. I could be more if you wanted" Cordelia responded boldly to Misty's thoughts.
"What how didya' know ma' thoughts? And what did ya'mean ya' could be more?" Misty she couldn't believe what she just heard.
She looked down to meet the bi-colored eyes. It was only now she had realised how blue one of them were. It was like the sapphire in it burned for eternity. The brown one was the colour of the tree barks she had familiarized herself with back in the bayou. That eye hid rows of forests behind them. There was something magical about those eyes. She stared deep and hard into them.
"You were thinking out loud. And..." Cordelia said, still looking at the swamp witch.
"An' what?" Misty breathed hazily. Silence engulfed them in a sheet except for the cool hum of the air conditioner in the background.
Cordelia took a step towards Misty, narrowing the gap between the both of them. She held her hand up to cup Misty's cheek, ensuring to block off all visions. She looked long and hard into cerulean blue eyes, seeking for approval before her head tilted and their lips grazed gently until the swamp witch closed up the remaining distance and crashed her lips onto Cordelia's. Cordelia's tongue licked against Misty's lips, seeking to enter her mouth. The older woman grinned into the kiss when she felt the swamp witch's lips part and their tongues engaged in a sacred dance, battling for dominance over the other. Misty's lanky arms wrapped tightly around the older woman, snaking around until she grabbed the back of the older woman's head and pushed her further into the kiss.
They both broke away simultaneously in a desperate attempt to reclaim some air before they had run out completely.
Cordelia smiled and bit her lips.
"Did that answer your question, Miss Day?"
