Hello Readers. I hope you enjoy the next installment of this story. It's coming along greatly. I should have the next chapter up and typing tonight. I'm babysitting so I have tons of free time at the moment. Whoot! I'd like to take a moment and say thank you to all the people who have reviewed and taken their time to read this story. We are probably half way or very near close to completing this story. I love you all and have a fabulous night. ~Witch
Chapter Nine: The Truth of the Family
No one said a word as the leaves crushed under the car. Everyone knew what was going to happen; we were going to be prisoners in our own home. Fifteen minutes later the same oak wood brown door and white house came into sight.
"Here we go," I whispered and got out before the car stopped.
A warm hand clapped my cold one in signal they had won and the game was over. Silence crept over our throats, strangling any word we would say. We walked up the porch steps, out of sync with one another. Nothing like us, and our sole mates. If only they understood anything about us, what we have learned, how we have grown. If only they could see the real us. The door slammed shut and locked our parents walked into the other room.
"What the hell? They drag us back and go into another room!" Alessa hissed and paced back and forth her hands moving in sign.
"You know you're not supposed to use that language" I commented grabbing her hands and she glared up at me.
"It's your fault, Lucinda. You two couldn't keep your damn hands off each other for a couple more weeks! No, you had to do it right then and there. Do you feel satisfied now? You have had your fun with Justin and thanks to that we are back here! You promised me we would leave this place and you broke it. You betrayed me Lucinda and…I hate you," she said and it was like a knife stabbing into my heart.
"Aliss… please you don't mean that. You're my sister and always will be. Our bond says it and you know it" I plead back trying to get her take back her words.
I watched her close her eyes and a tear slid down her cheek. Her back turned to me and walked up the stairs and shut the door. The white stream of the bond still glowed but something was off. The size had decreased. Alissa had actually broken a bit of it! I sat in a chair motionless trying to figure out my mind. Strangely, my heart wasn't as hurt as when I had left Justin. My eyes went wide and I covered my mouth with my hand. I had just confessed to myself I had loved my boyfriend of a week more then my sister who I have known for 15 years.
"I really am a terrible sister" I confessed to myself and closed my eyes trying not to face the truth and the fact that my sister was right.
It's already November 21, and I haven't spoken to Alessa in weeks. I can't bare the silence of us. It hurts too much to think. I haven't been in contact to the two people I love. Though knowing I'm hated, it's unbearable. I'm going now. Maybe I can find a way to solve my silence.
~Lucinda
The musty air filled my lungs as I walked up to the attic. I haven't been up in years but it will do me some good. The attic was clustered and filled with boxes filled with useless junk. I scanned the room for the dented box that looked like it would have been found in an alley. After several minutes I found what I was looking for. Trying not to trip over the boxes I sat down and opened the lid. There were pictures of Alessa and me, old awards we won from school and our birth certificates. I pulled each photo out and smiled but some I cried. It killed me to look at how innocent we used to be, we knew nothing of our powers or anything just simple little girls. After each picture was taken out I pulled out our birth certificates. Nothing had changed in them, it's the same; name, date of birth and place where we were born. I glanced at our parents signatures. They had read Sarah and John Bishop. I thought for a moment in complete confusion and nausea. Who were these people? My parents' names are Laura and Steve Kuchiru why are these people listed as our parents? I closed the box and held onto the certificates as I walked downstairs in a daze and finally reached the bottom of the stairs. I heard the laugh of my sister and walked to it. Mom and dad were there and they were laughing at a comedy show on the TV. A perfect little family I figured. They are trying to make up for it the divorce.
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" My mother questioned and I clutched the papers in my hand in a death grip. I
I held up the papers and the face my mother had made could have passed as priceless. Her face had started to drain away of any color and they had the expression of blank faces.
"Who are these people?" I asked but the questions came faster and faster. I mean, that's a cruel joke to put that on there. Wouldn't you have told us about this sooner?" I questioned as my mother still stayed frozen in confusion.
"Told you about what" my father inputted my mothers words.
"About us being witches" I said simply and shrugged my shoulders a tad.
I heard multiple gasps from everyone in the room. I looked from one person to another. Alessa's face was full of shock. Wouldn't she have expected us to question it one way or another. Dad looked down at a loss of words trying to what to do next. My mother had the most unexpected out of all of them. She was starting to get annoyed, and fast.
"We aren't witches!" she said out loud with harsh wording more then needed.
"Oh, mom, don't lie. Alessa and I have powers so of course you guys would have to be! Justin had said ours are so strong that our parents have to be full blooded witches! So if we are this strong, you must be-"
"We AREN"T Witches, Lucinda!" my mother shouted and shook me by the shoulders. "Why can't you stop this witch nonsense and forget about it."
Alessa had moved away from our parents and stood across the room. Not near me, not near mom and dad. She was Switzerland at the moment. I crossed my arms determined not to let my mother leave this conversation like this. So I took a dare.
"So, what, are we adopted or something?" I half laughed at my own joke. Alessa's head snapped up and stared at our parents as did I.
I waited and waited but got no answer. I began to worry. I had not meant for the joke to go that far! It can't, it shouldn't be true. We couldn't be adopted.
"Mommy?" I finally said desperate. I hadn't called her that since I was little. She had tears forming in her eyes.
"Daddy, tell Lucinda she is crazy" I heard Alessa speak up and held her hands over her heart. (If I hadn't been so emotional at the moment I would have slapper her).
There hands clasped over each others and when they looked up, both of them had tears running down their cheeks. I had never seen my parents cry before.
"We're so sorry girls" they had said together and I collapsed.
All the hurt and scared feelings had burst into hurtful sobs. I heard Alessa apologizing and I found her body with mine. Our parents had come and hugged us. For the first time, like a family, but nothing would ever be the same. Alessa and I were adopted.
