A/N Whoo! Three reviews on that last chapter. True, one was my friend who I would kill if she didn't review, and the other was the most dedicated person ever (Ally) who has totally stuck with these stories even through the mega long gaps. Gee, I'm sorry guys! And yey! A new (I think) reviewer! Whoo! Hehe. Oh, language rating. As you can probably see...
"Stupid fucking twat, evil fuckwit," Keaira muttered as she walked down the road. She had been walking for a while in this manner, cursing Kai in whatever language came into her head. She must have looked ever so slightly crazy. Just ever so slightly. He had tried to ring her on her mobile but she'd resorted to switching it off. Her mum would probably get annoyed, but some things, like an ex phoning constantly, seemed a little annoying after the millionth time. And Kai was definitely her ex. True, she couldn't breath properly or think straight as all her thoughts were blocked with him, but they were all of anger- well most of them.
She leapt to the side of the road as a car went speeding past. "Slow down you crazy bastard!" She shouted with feeling. Swearing at strangers was a little bit more of a release than swearing at the ground. Suddenly the car screeched to a halt and started reversing. She thought of running, but knowing her athletic status guessed that would just be stupid. The driver wouldn't of heard her anyway... it must have turned the wrong way. At least that was what she hoped.
The window wound down, showing a familiar face. One with golden eyes. She stepped back, almost tripping in the grass verge. "Cal?" she breathed quietly, her face going pale.
"You should watch your language you know. Some of us have better hearing than you may think," the driver said, paying no recognition to her. Maybe it wasn't Cal...
"It was you that was speeding like a mad man."
"Maybe I need to get my wife to hospital," he said with a grin.
"Somehow I doubt that, seeing as though you're on your own." Keaira said, raising an eyebrow.
"Damn, Sherlock Holmes or what?" Keaira could kick herself now, it was obvious this guy was Scottish, not American as Cal was. She was definitely getting paranoid. "Anyway, I was wondering if you knew the way to the village?"
"Yeah, it's straight on up this road, then right at the crossroads. You have relatives there or something?" Keaira said, unable to refrain from nosiness.
"Maybe," the guy said in an annoying way. "You live there?"
"Yup, there's no-where else for miles. Where do you think I live, in a bloody field?" This sarcasm thing was catching.
"Language again, tut tut. I'm visiting my Aunt, Effie Murray?"
"Really? She's in my Mum and Dad's co... they're friends."
"Coven? I'm Wiccan," he said with a wink, "So you're in Belwicket?"
"No, my parents are, I'm co-leader of my own," Keaira realised she was telling this stranger pretty personal things. She also realised what a weird atmosphere there was going to be in Birkita now that she and Kai were... Well, she thought, he's leaving soon anyway.
"Wow. I would never have thought. Do you... want a lift or something?" He said uncertainly.
She pouted and widened her eyes in a very childish way, "My mummy says I'm not to take lift from strangers," she said with a baby-girl voice. He laughed.
"Well, ok. I'll see you around." And with that he wound his window up and drove off.
Keaira arrived home about fifteen minutes later. Her Mum was out in the front garden, taking advantage of the late sunshine. She looked up from the herb bed and smiled at her daughter.
"How are you dear?"
Keaira's eyes filled at the kindly tones of her mother, "Mum!" She wailed, falling into her mum's open arms. Morgan led her inside the house, wiping her tears with her muddy hand which only served to coat Keaira's cheeks with mud. They sat on the sofa together while Keaira choked out the events that had happened.
"Oh, baby, it's alright."
"I hate him so much he's such a stupid, evil..." Keaira paused, trying to find more adjectives to describe Kai.
"You don't hate him. I know you want to, but I don't think you do. Otherwise it wouldn't hurt so much. But honey, are you sure that he was well, splitting up with you?" Morgan said gently.
"Why the hell else would he move?"
"Maybe it's what he said, he just wants to get out into the world. Away from the close confines of the Irish countryside."
"He just wants to get away from me." Keaira said with a sob,
"Not everything revolves around you surprisingly enough, look I know Kai should have told you earlier about his plans but I do think you need to talk to him about this. He is such a nice guy, and I really don't think he wants to ditch you. What about what he told you at your birthday? And ever since? Do you think he was lying?"
"Maybe," Keaira said surlily. But she knew her Mum was right. "Maybe you're right."
"You'll find sooner or later, I'm always right." Morgan said, with a smile.
"I'm not too sure about that," Keaira said with a laugh. "Oh, I met Effie's nephew on the road, he was speeding and yeah... I sort of shouted and... we were just talking."
"Oh really?" Morgan asked, "Is he nice?"
"He seems alright, he gave me a shock though... he has golden eyes."
Morgan's own eyes widened, "Really? That isn't that common, are you sure?"
"No, he did. And he did look familiar. But he was Scottish and well, Cal's dead."
"That hasn't stopped him before," Morgan muttered.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing... Maybe we should go talk to Effie later, or tomorrow. To introduce ourselves."
"Yeah... I think I'm going to phone Kai ok?"
"Of course."
Keaira took the cordless phone up to her room, and sat on her bed, staring at it, for a while. She knew she should speak to Kai. But she wasn't sure what to say. Suddenly the phone rang, making her jump.
"Hello?" She said, answering it.
"Keaira? It's Moira," her big sister's voice rang down the receiver, "Want to come dress shopping with me? Ruby Blythes' is open late tonight."
"Sure," Keaira said, glad of the distraction, the time to think, and the time to spend with her sister.
A/N Well, I'm sorry it's quite short, but there will be more next time, promise! Review please!