Alright pups, Did I really name Boscha's/Barbi's/ Blake's mother 'Mother' yes I did. I feel like some things could be changed BUT I really want to get this story moving a long so expect random uploads throughout the week. As always I hope you guys enjoy this story and hope ya'll are a having a great day/night cuz Ya'll make me smile.
Willow was laying on her bed fiddling with the flower Boscha had given her on that fateful night at the party. Her fingers running over the soft petals. The window of her balcony was open letting in a soft breeze. Thoughts filled with that pink bully. Well, she wasn't to sure if Boscha was even a bully anymore.
How strange that in a just a span of a week or so did everything change. From Willow's stand point, it looked like Boscha was finally breaking out of her insecurities.
Insecurities she knew well about due to Drunk Boscha spilling her guts. The plant witch still could not get a read on the team captain. One minute she's bloodthirsty and ready to fight. The next she's an awkward group project partner.
Willow giggled softly when she remembered the horrible pun the grey-eyed girl had made during class. The memory making her stomach erupt into butterflies. It made the witch think back on a conversation she heard from a group of boys who thought they were being sneaky.
A conversation regarding who is most likely to be the top witch couple. A small part of Willow was tempted to ask if Boscha was apart of the betting pool. Out of curiosity of course!
She was pulled from her daydreaming of Boscha when her crystal ball started to chime. Swinging her legs over she made her way over to her desk and sat down to answer. On the screen was a frantic looking Gus in the top corner, a serious looking Luz and Amity. Willow could barely make out a dark mass in the backseat of the vehicle. Her eyes widened when she spotted a tuff of bright pink hair.
Barbi stumbled through the halls. Each breath she took was agony. Battered ribs ached each time they expanded. Blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth, wether it was hers or Boscha's she didn't know. Lifting a hand up at eye level she spotted all the new scrapes, her knuckles broken and bleeding.
Despite all of her injuries, a sense of pride swelled up in her chest. Surely her mother knew what happened and was happy she put her younger sibling in the rightful place!
Barbi hobbled down the hallway towards their mother's huge study. The study used to belong to their father before he left, now it was a place their mother spent all of her time- away from her children.
Finally reaching the heavy looking wooden doors, Barbi lifted a bruised hand and shyly knocked. Ears perked high listening for any movement beyond the door. The silence stretched on for an eternity before a gruff 'Come in' was heard. Quickly tossing the door open Barbi strode in, trying to mask how much her right leg was hurting.
"Mother!" Barbi started. Her two blue eyes taking in the large shelves filled with books and the walls lined with gold statues.
"Yes Barbi, what is it?" Her mother fixed her ice cold eyes on the leg Barbi was favoring, a deep scowl rested on her face.
"Boscha and I got into a little fight but I won!" Barbi moved to throw her arms up in triumph but grunted when her side protested, her hand immediately shooting down to clutch her side.
Mother sniffed at her before standing from her lush leather chair. She grabbed her cane that was leaning against the desk and walked to stand infront of the injured witch. "How did an undecided witch manage to hurt you so badly? Do we need another 'session'?"
All the color drained from Barbi's face. "W-what? But I beat Boscha!"
Blue eyes lost their brilliance, instead replaced with a tired look. Ears folded themselves down in fright as Mother drew closer, the metal of her cane ornament gleaming like a beacon.
"Are you certain? From where I'm standing it looks like you were defeated by your mentally Ill sibling." Mother scoffed. "Why that child insists on being called Boscha is beyond me. Benjamin was a perfectly good name."
Mother ran her fingers over the cold metal of the eyeball shaped cane top before her gripped tightened. "This imperfection is preciously the reason your father left. He was tired of handling it. Handling you."
Barbi shrunk in on herself, trying to make herself smaller. Her heart was in her throat as she stared in fear at the cane her mother was holding.
A Brief memory of Mother hitting her and Boscha flashed through her mind. Boscha was about seven at the time, Barbi ten. They had just come back from the ice cream shop on a hot summer day. At some point their ice cream had melted and had gotten on their shirts.
Mother did not appreciate that at all. It tooks weeks for the bruises to go away.
Barbi clenched her eyes shut as the cane soared through the air striking her in her already abused ribs. The girl letting out a silent cry, knowing that if she let out a single sound she would be punished tenfold. She crumbled to the carpet below her, Mother towering over her.
"Remember dear, enough of these sessions you'll be so used to the pain you won't feel a thing." Mother raised her cane high above her head. Her lips twisted into a tight smile. "This is for your own good child."
Soft.
Slender fingers ran over the soft material underneath her.
Warmth.
Ears twitched hearing the soft crackle of the fireplace. Humming softly Boscha curled in on herself more to go back to sleep but felt something prodding her. It felt like someone's hands.
Hands..HANDS!
With her eyes still closed, Boscha kicked out of reflex in the direction. The person cried out in pain before a thud was heard.
Several footsteps could be heard rushing into the room. Boscha hastily sat up and tried to focus her blearily vision. Blinking several times so her cloudy vision was fixed she spotted Luz curled up on the floor with her hands cradling her crotch.
"Luz!"
Grey eyes shot towards Amity who dropped down onto her knees checking over her girlfriend. Boscha turned her head to the side to see Gus wincing softly, ears pinned back. Willow wore a concerned look on her face.
"I'm glad you're awake Boscha." Luz strained. Her voice notably higher pitched. Groaning Luz rolled into a hunched position, still holding her groin
Boscha's ears flapped downwards in guilt "Sorry Luz. It was reflex."
Amity helped Luz into a nearby chair while Willow moved closer to Boscha to check over her injuries. The pink witch grew stiff as the plant witch looked over her glyph covered bandages.
"Ames, get Luz some ice. It'll help." Boscha stated. Her ears still pinned down in worry. Amity nodded and rushed into what Boscha assumed was the direction of the kitchen.
Willow raised a brow but said nothing. Shaking her head she focused on the task at hand. Amity came back with an ice pack, handing it off to her girlfriend as she sat down on the couch.
Luz relaxed into the chair holding the ice pack. Gus squeezing himself onto the couch along with the girls.
"What happened?" Boscha asked. Raising a hand to scratch at the shaved portion of her head.
"Luz and I found you over at one of our old party spots. You called me. Remember?"
Everything went blank, after a moment everything came crashing down. A loud shocked gasp escaped Boscha before she sprung up from her seat.
"BLAKE!" Fingers gripping the longer portion of her pink hair. "Blake is still in the house. We have to get her out!"
Boscha's breathing was erratic. Feet stomping and tripping as she wildly paced around the living room.
"Boscha breathe. We are going to help you." Amity stated firmly.
Boscha shook her head and started pulling at her hair. "No, no no. Blake. Blake is just a baby. Mother probably got to her."
Willow stood up and grabbed the frantic witch by the shoulders. "We are going to help you Boscha."
That did nothing to put the witch at ease. Not even the cute plant witch could make the jock calm down. Everyone except Luz stood to try and pacify Boscha.
"No you don't understand. I love Blake, if something happens to-"
SLAP!
Boscha's head snapped to the side as stunned silence filled the room. Everyone watched with wide eyes mouths gaping. Boscha's face was still facing the couch, her expression slack. Willow slowly retracted her hand and placed it back on the taller witch's shoulder.
"Boscha?" Willow prodded.
Boscha slowly turned to look down at shorter witch standing infront of her. A hand tentatively cupped her red cheek.
"Thanks." She simply stated. Her ears giving a small twitch.
"You're welcome." Willow smiled sweetly before adding. "And that was pay back for Luz's future kids."
Luz let out a strained laugh at that before lurching forward and coughing. Amity cracked a small smile. "Yeah fucker. Now Luz and I can't have kids."
"Wait what?" Luz sputtered. Her back straightening in shock. "Kids?"
"Shhh, take care of mini Luz and the twins honey." Amity whispered. Guiding her girlfriend's hands towards the ice pack.
Willow rolled her eyes at the two. "We will help you get Blake out but we need a plan. Right now you need to calm down and tell us where Blake is."
Boscha took a shakey breath before sitting down on the couch once more, running her fingers through her now short hair. Her eyes looking but not seeing. After a moment she spoke.
"Blake is in my room hiding in a trunk near my bed. She brought me food since..." Boscha's eyes glazed over for a second before she shook her head. "Anyway. Barbi came in and I didn't want her to get hurt so I told her let's play hide and seek. Then Barbi came in, we got into a fight and here I am."
"Where is your room?" Gus pipped up from her side. Twirling a finger the illusionist summoned a replica of Boscha's house. The girl quirking a brow.
"How do you know what my house looks like?"
"Oh Luz sent me pictures of when she egged your house."
"GUS!"
"I KNEW IT WAS YOU TWO FUCKS!"
