"Dana, you know rehab won't help if she isn't willing?" a half hour later, we're talking in the sitting room.
"What else could I have done? Let her kill herself?" I sigh, quickly growing irritated with the direction of the conversation. I'm pretty sure I feel the protection spells lowering, probably Finn.
"Well when she gets out, what if that happens. What will you do?"
"I'll send her in again. She will die of old age, not kidney failure. I'm not the best daughter and it's all I can do to keep her from dying," I raise my voice and stand, his calmness irritates me further.
"Dana. You can't save everybody." I flashback to when Arawn said something similar. I stagger backwards and sit down.
"Look, Dana," my father tries to redeem himself but I hold my hand out for him to stop.
"Call her out then. Let her drink. When she dies. It will be all. Your. Fault," I spit out, feeling bad for a moment, I just got back... But my anger replaces it. I turn and run face first into a wall of muscle.
"Miss Dana," Finn's rumbling voice comes from above me.
"I see your attitude hasn't changed," Keane's voice comes from somewhere else and I groan.
I ignore all three of them and lock myself in the closest bathroom. Yes, I'm still the annoyingly tough girl you all know, but my mother was, and is my constant. Sure, she wasn't a very reliable constant, but she was all the same.
Once in the bathroom, I really have no clue what to do. I could dye my hair, but I don't think my father (or Ethan for that matter) would like that... I'll take a bath. Baths always calm me. I turn on the faucets and drip lavender oil into it, the scent calming my nerves.
I really think I should get my own house, for one because living with my dad is... slightly uncomfortable with our differentiating views and because if I'm going to live here, I should probably go to school, and maybe a dorm. I slip into the hot water, my clothes thrown in the hamper. I'm so happy I brought my iPod with me, I might have died without it. Just as I think about it, I grab it from the counter and plug it into a portable speaker, letting Imagine Dragons 'Radioactive' sooth my ears.
"Dana?" A voice comes through the door, my father's voice. I quickly add bubbles to my water and call him in.
"Your mother is on the phone," he looks weary. I sigh and pause the music, holding my hand out for the telephone.
"Hello?" I say, relaxing into the shape of the tub.
"Dana, how are you?"
"I'm good mom, how are you?" I sigh. I was good until my relaxation was cut short.
"Well I would be okay but these people seem to think that I'm an animal."
"What are they doing?" My attention peaks, they better not be treating her badly. I sit straighter, the bubbles only barely covering my chest, but my dad left already.
"They treat me like I'm in a looney house. All because I asked for a glass of wine with my dessert," at that I sigh.
"Mom, you're in rehab, they won't let you have any alcohol," I sigh and she sniffles.
"I am not an alcoholic," her voice is hard and I can imagine her chin jutting. My relaxing bath is cold and useless, so I drain it and dry off while still talking to my agitated mother.
"Mom, I know what you're think-" she cuts me off.
"No, you most certainly do not. I am your mother and I am the eldest in this relationship, you will listen to me and I will not stand for this. Tell these crazy people to let me out of here."
I know I sound like a bad kid (as always) but it doesn't take a lot of convincing to let her go.
"Fine."
There's some shuffling noises and a new speaker is on the phone.
"Miss Hathaway? Your mother is requesting release but she still has-" I cut her off.
"Let her out, but can you please tell her that she can always call me. Because I won't be calling her," I sigh and hear the woman do the same.
"Please don't give up on her."
"She gave up on me a long time ago. I never gave up on her, she gave up on herself." With that I hear her tell my mom she can leave and I hang up before my mom can get me back on the speaker. My pent up anger has my hands shaking and the air around me thick with magic.
"Dana?" my dad frantically calls and I hear his footsteps running up the steps, followed by two slower sets of feet.
I let out my buzzing energy in a high-pitched battle cry, my fists clenched, eyes open wide and toes curled. Immediately the mirror and window shatter, the glass tinkling over the tiled floors.
"DANA!" there's pounding on the door but I'd locked it when my dad gave me the phone. I quiet my voice and my anger drains, leaving me tired and empty. I hear a grunt and the door flies down with Finn behind it. My towel is still tight around me but I feel exposed. I notice everyone's eyes tilted towards my right hand. I look at it as well, seeing the crushed telephone in my hand. I unclench and the phone becomes pieces falling to the floor.
"What the Hell happened in here?" Keane asks and Finn shoots him a look.
"I'm going to bed," I whisper, keeping my eyes down as I brush past the men standing in the doorway. The magic has dissipated finally and I can breathe.
"Dana," my father's warm palm brushes my shoulder and I stiffen.
"Goodnight." I say, but I can't help but feel that I've made a fatal mistake.