Title: Alisa's Story
Rating: G
Summary: Alisa makes a choice that will change her life forever. This is the first of many stories about her training to become the Rowenwand witch that she knows that she has to be and everything that will happen to her, both good and bad.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter 11: Making Up With Hilary
"So your grandmother couldn't convince your father to let you go," Morgan said when I saw her on Monday.
"Ya, but she said that she would make him see it her way," I told her. "And right now I don't care what she does to him."
Morgan didn't say anything to what I had and I was glad.
When school ended, which surprised me, I saw my father waiting on me. He didn't talk to me and I was relieved. He had done enough shouting to last me a lifetime. When I got to my room I picked up the book that I was still reading and opened it. I knew I had homework but I wasn't going to do it. I was still in a bad mood with my father and if not doing my homework made him mad, then that was fine with me.
"What are you doing, Alisa?" my father asked later that night.
I had been busy drawing the chart that was inside the book. I looked up from my work and noticed my father standing there, frowning at me. I ignored him and returned to my chart. He didn't deserve any response from me.
"I'm asking you a question," my father demanded, his voice rising.
I looked up at him again.
"So what," I snapped. "Like you believe anything that I say."
I returned to my chart, determine to zone him out. He had called me a liar and I wasn't going to listen to anyone that called me a liar. Not after the things that I had seen. Suddenly my Book of Shadows was yanked away from me.
"Hay," I yelled, jumping to my feet. "That's mine!"
He ignored him and flipped through what I had written.
"What's this crap?" he asked.
"Nothing, just things," I answered.
He gave me a look and then closed it.
"Your not getting this back," he told me. "I'm not going to have this crap in the house. Also those books are going."
I stared at him in shock and then my shock turned into rage. How dare he do this to me.
"GIVE THAT BACK TO ME," I screamed. "GIVE THAT BACK TO ME OR I'LL MAKE YOU REGRET IT."
He turned to me, shocked and I was glad.
"This is all due to that group that your apart of," he said, his voice cold. "You were fine until we moved here."
I glared at him. How dare he continue to use Hunter's coven like this.
"Don't use them like this," I hissed. "They didn't do anything wrong."
"Except being apart of devil worship," my father said. "These witches are devil worshipers and that's why I'm not letting you be apart of this."
"Oh and you think that taking away my grandmother's books and my Book of Shadows are going to keep me away from what I am. My mother was a witch and so am I."
My father gritted his teeth and I knew that I would pay for that.
"My-wife-wasn't-a-witch," he snarled.
"Yes, she was," I said, firmly. "And there's nothing that you can do about that."
My father gave me a look that told me that I was wrong and that when he was done I wouldn't like it. He then turned and left my room, my Book of Shadows in his hand.
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"He took your BOS," Hunter said when I managed to call him.
"Y-Yes," I sobbed. "He's going to take the books away too."
I cried even more, knowing that I had been trusted with those books and that they had been in my family for years, maybe even hundreds of years.
"Don't worry, I'll let your grandmother know and she'll come up with a plan."
I thanked him and then hung up.
I didn't know what to do after the call to Hunter. I wanted to keep him from taking the books away but I knew that my father was determine to stamp the witch out of me. I cried for the next several hours.
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"Are you alright?" Hilary asked me.
My father was working late and Hilary had come home to see if I was alright. I wanted to tell her to leave me alone but with everything that had been going on I was glad for anyone trying to make me feel better.
"No, I'm not," I answered. "My dad wants to take my books away and their old books."
I saw Hilary shaking her head and that's when the doorbell rang.
I was pleased when I opened it and saw my grandmother standing there. She was angry but I had a funny feeling that she was worried about her books. I let her in at once and closed the door.
"Why are my books being taken?" she asked me.
"My husband wants to keep Alisa away from anything that has to do with Wicca," Hilary explained.
My grandmother snorted at that and I knew that she was about to tell her the truth.
"My daughter was a witch and she would be ashamed of your husband for treating their daughter like that," my grandmother explained.
Hilary said nothing and I watched as she went to my room.
Ten minutes later all the books had been loaded into Hunter's car and as they drove away I felt lost. I didn't have the books that I would need and that meant that the chances of me coming into my powers would be slim. Hilary put a hand on my shoulder.
"I've got something for you," Hilary said. "And don't let your father know that I've done this."
I looked at her, confused but, she motioned me to follow her. I followed her to their bedroom and when Hilary opened a dresser drawer she pulled out my Book of Shadows and handed it to me. I was shocked at what she had done especially with how I had treated her.
"But, I thought that he had destroyed it."
"Not yet," Hilary said. "And if he asks about it I'll tell him that I got rid of it for him."
I held my Book of Shadows to my chest.
"Thanks," I told her. "And I'm sorry about how I've been treating you."
And she smiled at me.
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