Author's Note~ I usually add one chapter a day but I figure I'll add this
one now because I might be getting out of my house tomorrow! Yippee! I need
out of this new home which has become my prison. I'm trying not to make the
story too palpable (obvious), tell me if I am. I like to be unpredictable.
Well. here's the continuation!
I felt as I did when I got that hangover after drinking with Killian. My stomach killed and my head throbbed. For some reason I felt cramped up in a certain position that I could not get out of. It occurred to me after a few minutes that my confrontation with Justine had not been a nightmare or a trick of my mind. I didn't want to open my eyes but then I flew an inch off of the place where I laid. A bump?
Cautiously I let my eyelids unlock revealing the small backseat of a truck. I wriggled my arms and my feet but they were tied and bound with spells. Justine heard me, "Welcome back to reality princess." Sarcasm did not have any appeal. Part of me felt unbound though. Some area of my subconscious had been untouched.
Justine's head tilted back as she cackled like a wicked bitch, "I purposely left you the power to send out a witch message. I want Hunter to know I have you. I want him to try to find you. Most importantly, I want him to see you die!"
My breathing thickened and I sent a message to Hunter, "Hunter, help! Justine has me! I'm tied up in the back of her truck!"
A few seconds later he replied, worried, scared, "What? Where is she taking you?"
"Where are you taking me?" I asked desperately.
"Tell Hunter that you'll inform him of where you are later. If he wants to find you. he's going to have to use his own intuition." She responded.
I messaged him back with the reply. He said he was on it. Hunter promised to find me. I trusted him. Trusted that he would find out where Justine drove to right now. My wrists burned from the rope. The circulation from my calves to my feet felt almost nonexistent. She might as well have just stuck me in a stray jacket.
"I have to go to the bathroom." I thought out loud hoping that Justine might just stop to let me do some business.
"Can't you hold it? We'll be at our final destination in a half an hour." Justine whined agitated.
"To tell you the truth, I don't think I can. I promise I won't do anything funny!" I begged. I really had to go!
"Fine!" she yelled impatiently and pulled over on the deserted rode. Cozy, I thought to myself staring at a snowy bush. Justine pulled me out of the car and untied me. Then she turned away from me mumbling some spell. There would be no fight. She put some kind of spell on me to prevent a struggle. In a few minutes I was done. Luckily, I had a tissue in my coat pocket.
Instantly, Justine tied me back up and threw me in the back. Then I knew what I could tell Hunter. Hastily, I sent him another message, "Hunter! There's snow! Snow!" he told me he had some idea of where we were heading.
The half hour passed. We pulled into a gravel driveway. Justine sighed, "This is it! Home sweet home!"
She tugged me out of the car and dragged me into her home. When we entered, she threw off her shoes. Then she ripped mine off. Next she sat me on a couch. She gave me a beastly smile "want anything? Tea? Coffee?"
I shook my head stubbornly. Justine sat next to me giggling, "Go ahead! Tell Hunter that you are in my house!" Her red hair made her appear even more psychotic. Demonic even. I wanted to hurt her. She sat next to me like an effigy.
"Hunter. I'm at her house!" my mind yelled this with great persistence. Hunter made no reply this time. Every part of me cried from pain. The evil Woodbane in me yelled, "Kill her! You're the daughter Ciaran, a powerful Woodbane! Kill!"
Although entranced by the idea I erased it at once. I'm not my father. I do not lead dark armies through a wave of destruction. I never would. If I failed in saving myself from this psycho, Hunter would save me. Deep inside I could feel him coming. Justine could feel it too. I could see the anxiety in the depths of her eyes.
I feared that she would indeed prevail in the end. If she won I would perish. That would be her true victory. To see Hunter kneeling beside me in pure agony, that was what she wanted. But she wouldn't take me without a fight!
I know. big words! I figured that I only had a month until school resumed. So I might as well expand my vocabulary. (I'm such a nerd!) (
I felt as I did when I got that hangover after drinking with Killian. My stomach killed and my head throbbed. For some reason I felt cramped up in a certain position that I could not get out of. It occurred to me after a few minutes that my confrontation with Justine had not been a nightmare or a trick of my mind. I didn't want to open my eyes but then I flew an inch off of the place where I laid. A bump?
Cautiously I let my eyelids unlock revealing the small backseat of a truck. I wriggled my arms and my feet but they were tied and bound with spells. Justine heard me, "Welcome back to reality princess." Sarcasm did not have any appeal. Part of me felt unbound though. Some area of my subconscious had been untouched.
Justine's head tilted back as she cackled like a wicked bitch, "I purposely left you the power to send out a witch message. I want Hunter to know I have you. I want him to try to find you. Most importantly, I want him to see you die!"
My breathing thickened and I sent a message to Hunter, "Hunter, help! Justine has me! I'm tied up in the back of her truck!"
A few seconds later he replied, worried, scared, "What? Where is she taking you?"
"Where are you taking me?" I asked desperately.
"Tell Hunter that you'll inform him of where you are later. If he wants to find you. he's going to have to use his own intuition." She responded.
I messaged him back with the reply. He said he was on it. Hunter promised to find me. I trusted him. Trusted that he would find out where Justine drove to right now. My wrists burned from the rope. The circulation from my calves to my feet felt almost nonexistent. She might as well have just stuck me in a stray jacket.
"I have to go to the bathroom." I thought out loud hoping that Justine might just stop to let me do some business.
"Can't you hold it? We'll be at our final destination in a half an hour." Justine whined agitated.
"To tell you the truth, I don't think I can. I promise I won't do anything funny!" I begged. I really had to go!
"Fine!" she yelled impatiently and pulled over on the deserted rode. Cozy, I thought to myself staring at a snowy bush. Justine pulled me out of the car and untied me. Then she turned away from me mumbling some spell. There would be no fight. She put some kind of spell on me to prevent a struggle. In a few minutes I was done. Luckily, I had a tissue in my coat pocket.
Instantly, Justine tied me back up and threw me in the back. Then I knew what I could tell Hunter. Hastily, I sent him another message, "Hunter! There's snow! Snow!" he told me he had some idea of where we were heading.
The half hour passed. We pulled into a gravel driveway. Justine sighed, "This is it! Home sweet home!"
She tugged me out of the car and dragged me into her home. When we entered, she threw off her shoes. Then she ripped mine off. Next she sat me on a couch. She gave me a beastly smile "want anything? Tea? Coffee?"
I shook my head stubbornly. Justine sat next to me giggling, "Go ahead! Tell Hunter that you are in my house!" Her red hair made her appear even more psychotic. Demonic even. I wanted to hurt her. She sat next to me like an effigy.
"Hunter. I'm at her house!" my mind yelled this with great persistence. Hunter made no reply this time. Every part of me cried from pain. The evil Woodbane in me yelled, "Kill her! You're the daughter Ciaran, a powerful Woodbane! Kill!"
Although entranced by the idea I erased it at once. I'm not my father. I do not lead dark armies through a wave of destruction. I never would. If I failed in saving myself from this psycho, Hunter would save me. Deep inside I could feel him coming. Justine could feel it too. I could see the anxiety in the depths of her eyes.
I feared that she would indeed prevail in the end. If she won I would perish. That would be her true victory. To see Hunter kneeling beside me in pure agony, that was what she wanted. But she wouldn't take me without a fight!
I know. big words! I figured that I only had a month until school resumed. So I might as well expand my vocabulary. (I'm such a nerd!) (
