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Chapter Three:
I slowly made my inside my dad's apartment with my pink duffle bag on my shoulder full of clothes. I could hear my dads' footsteps behind me shuffling their way in and until finally I heard the click of the door being shut.
My dad walked up beside me and said, "So kiddo I have surprise for you, and I think you might just like it." He offered up a fake smile at me as if nothing had ever happened, and started heading upstairs and motioned for me to follow him.
After a minute or two we finally made it upstairs and are standing outside my bedroom. "Okay what is the wonderful surprise that I am suppose to enjoy?" "
My dad glanced at me out the corner of his eye, "Why don't you open this door and see Ms. Smarty pants."
I rolled my eyes and smirked as I placed my hand on the cool silver door handle and twisted it open. I give a slight gentle push and the door opened to my new completely remodeled bedroom. My mouth dropped a bit as I stare at the new curtains, designer bedspread, new furniture, newly painted walls, and a whole lot more. "Omg dad! This is…… this is so ….. amazing! That is a Roberto Cavalli bedspread!! Dad this bedspread is a nine hundred dollar bedspread!! The furniture is Italian; the curtains are designer as well. Not to mention the beautiful paint job! Dad this must have cost a fortune, I can't believe this, is it all for me?" I turn back to face my dad who's real smile had finally returned.
"It may have been a little pricey, but for some mistaken reason I think you deserve it. But, that's not the best part check your closet."
I was in such a state of shock that I didn't know how anything could possibly get better, but I made my way over to my closet. It was a two sided sliding mirror closet with freshly cleaned mirrors, and I gave the left side door a firm push. Right before my pacific blue eyes hung at least fifty different designer outfits ranging from Dior to Chanel. I covered my mouth in awe at this surprise. I pulled the left side shut again, and pushed the right side over and there laid out on a rack were several pairs of pump, boots, and wedges once again all designer. I quickly whirled around to smile at my dad. My eyes were beginning to water a little bit from happiness I quickly made my over to into a great big bear hug.
Still hugging I manage to stifle out a few words, "Daddy I have never been so thankful for you in my entire life. I can't believe you went through all this trouble for me, and especially for a couple of weekends a month. I mean this is wonderful, but I won't be here to use it in the way it should be. Dad I really really want to thank you, and I love you dad."
My dad pulled back and smiled at me, he grabbed a strand of curls and fiddled with it for a moment. "Did I mention that I love your new look it is a definite improvement to the straight bland hair in the face look you were sporting when I left."
I raised a brow at him, "Dad? Are you okay? You are acting strange all of a sudden."
He looked as if he were in a trance until I said that and then he began to focus it again. "Oh yeah I am perfectly ok just got sidetrack, but there is one last surprise I have for you and it is in that top drawer of the dresser. It isn't something that will compare with all of this, but it is a surprise none the less."
I eyeballed him for a moment suspiciously then made my way over to the red oak Italian dresser. I grasped the knob and pulled the drawer open and there laid a new iphone just like the one I had before. I picked it up and glanced at the only difference was on the back of the phone my name was carved in cursive on it. I glanced towards my dad again, "Dad this is awesome my last phone is …. Let just called it destroyed. Thanks this is awesome dad; it really is an awesome gift. Thanks."
My dad nodded, "Well your aunt told me something happened to your old one so I bought you another one, so don't let anything happen to this one alright? But, that wasn't the gift I was referring too. Look back in the drawer it was under the phone that was the surprise."
I glanced back towards the drawer and there laid a Brewster Hill Academy uniform. It was a local private school about ten minutes up the road where the rich preppy kids of wealthy parents went. I guess it reminded me a little bit of the book I read called Gossip Girl. I set my phone on top of the dresser and removed the uniform to look at it. "It's ….it is a uniform for Brewster's. I don't understand dad I mean thanks, but I go to Bay High. I love my high school, and I appreciate the thought, but mom would murder you for taking me from her."
My dad's smile faded a bit, "Well yes that is a Brewster's uniform, and I do know that you like it back in San Francisco. But, no your mother won't be upset that I am taking you because she asked me too. I spoke to your mother yesterday morning on the phone and she has told me that Jason has landed a company in Florence that needs re-organizing, and she has also informed me that she and Jason will be staying there until things are settled, and wanted to know if I would mind taking you while she is out. She also told me to tell you she is sorry, but things are happening so fast that she has to take care of it right away. She wanted to tell you herself, but your phone was broken."
I stood there paralyzed in thought, "So in other words this whole new room, phone, and sudden splurge of gifts were just a cushion to soften the blow. So, I have finally reach the point where I am a burden to my mother so instead of shipping me to boarding school she finds the next best thing to make it look more civilized and loving, my father. Dad I appreciate everything I do, but don't get offended when I say all this gifts are just some bribe to make me want to stay. OH if I get my hands on mom I might strangle her!! Dad I would love to stay with you, but my life is back in San Francisco along with Ben, my friends, and the rest of my family."
I turned away from my dad so he wouldn't be able to see me cry. "Pace I am sorry that your mother handled this poorly, but for your information I have been fighting for you to come here long before this, it is just your mom wouldn't allow it. I may make a lot of money, but Jason has a lot more than I do, so I know I couldn't win the custody battle. I have always wanted for you to come stay with me. Tell you what kiddo how about tomorrow we go look for a nice car for you so that way you can drive home every weekend? Also, if you feel that you can't bare living here after a month we will find another living arrangement ok?"
I kept my back to my dad for a moment while I brushed away the tears. I twisted my head enough in order to see dad out of the corner of my eye. "New car? What kind of new car?"
He smiled, because he knew he had won this short argument. "Um… I don't know whatever you would like, maybe a brand new Mercedes, Lexus, or BMW. Whatever car you think you would be satisfied with for the next 100 years, and that is safe for you to drive. Do we have a deal?"
My frown began to fade and slowly a grin started to appear. I casually turned around to face my dad still a little puffy eyed. "Mmmkay…. Deal! But, just so you know daddy I can't be bought off that easily in the future. Every time I get upset you can't just buy me a car or new clothes."
My dad snorted, "Well yes, but then again you will always need new jewelry, a private jet, and who knows a little cabana slave boy some day. Listen kiddo I don't mean to bolt, but I need to run up to work for an hour or so to take care of a few things, and then when I come back we can do dinner and a movie?"
I nodded and gave a cheesy grin, "It's sad how well you know me! That's cool I will get settled, and I am going to take a shower. Drive careful daddy and I love you."
He walked over and gave me a quick hug and peck on my forehead and was on his way. I watched his Porsche pull out of the drive way before heading towards the shower. I spent a good thirty minutes taking a nice hot steamy shower contemplating these crazy things that had just happened over the past few days. I am fifteen year old witch who will turn sixteen in three days, my family isn't the normal typical family as I thought, and my mom has abandon me for her new husband. I am pretty sure a few tears escaped while taking my shower, but as I twist the shower nozzle off I promise myself that I would not let all this get to me that I was going to learn to deal with it and move on.
I am walking down the hall way from the bathroom to my bedroom in a white wife beater, knit cheer shorts, a towel wrapped around my head, and a tooth brush stinking out of my mouth when I hear a familiar voice from behind me.
"Allo pretty, thought you had manage to fool me and escaped now did ya?" The voice almost sounded British when I remembered where I had heard the voice from. I whirled around to see the same tattooed demon that attacked me three days ago, "How….." I was stuttering to get out my thoughts and words. "How…. My aunt killed you! I saw it!" I slowly began to pace backwards towards my room.
The demon let out a hoarse cackle, and grin his gap tooth smile at me. "Oh you little witches think ya'll so bloody smart with your powers, but little do ya'll know I has a few tricks of my own. Let's just say something's are there and something's aren't." He only took one step towards me and started a mad chuckling fit. "You have got to be bloody kiddening me! Come on little witchy lets get this over with, hit me with a curse so I can already get on with killing you."
My heart was beating from fear, as I slowly grasped the door knob and began to twist it. He continued to move towards me at a slow pace, and continued rambling on. He suddenly stopped, now my heart was beating at full speed.
"Oh this is precious! You don't know how to fight back you're a new bloody witch to the craft are we? Oh this is going to be easier and a lot more fun than I thought. Got any last words before I kill you love?"
I had finally manage to twist the knob enough to open the door when I said, "Yeah I don't think it is going to be that easy!" With one swift motion I flew through the door, and slammed it shut and locked it. I could hear the demon banging on the door as I made my way over to the window and quickly gage how far the fall to the ground would be when I heard the demons horrible cackle from the other side of the door. He had stopped giggling and started to talk.
"Love this is rather pointless all I have to do is break this door open, so please just open it up and I promise to kill you quickly!"
I tried to open the window, but it must of have been rusted shut because it would not budge. Finally I heard the door being broke off its hinges and fly across the room as wood shards flew across the room. I shield my face using my arms, but a piece of wood grazed my cheek and cut it. I glanced towards the door where the demon stood there smirking.
"I am going to take a different approach in killing you since my fireballs didn't do the trick last time besides this way will be a lot more entertaining." With a poof of black smoke I notice a knife appear out of nowhere in his hand. He made his way over switching the dagger from his left hand to his right.
At a small attempt to distract him for a moment I asked, "May I ask you what I exactly done to piss you off? Perhaps it's because I am prettier than you? No wait I think it may have something to do with I smell better or even that you can't get your own girlfriend so you have to kill a girl to get some." I wink at him, and reach backwards towards the nightstand for the lamp behind me.
"Woo! Laddie here has a got a ruddy foul mouth on her now doesn't she?" He frowned and made a sudden leap at me, and he manage to get a quick jab at my lower region with the knife, before I smashed him over the head with the lamp causing it to shatter into a million pieces and send him crashing to the floor clutching his head.
I quickly reach to my lower abdomen where the dagger punctured and wince. The dagger was still launched pretty deep inside, with a quick jerk and scream I chunk the dagger to the ground, and glance to the demon who was glancing at his hand, and I noticed his head was bleeding.
"Oh he bleeds!" He let out a yell and started to get up. While still clutching my wound I quickly scrambled over the bed and made my way out of my bedroom and towards the stairs. As I manage to make my way down the stairs I remembered that I could use my powers. I finally made it to the first floor and made my way into the kitchen, and went for the drawer with the knives. I managed to grab a meat carving knife when the demon knocked me off my feet into the glass screen door behind me. I heard the glass crack behind me; I set there and yelped in pain, and clutched my wound with both hands. I pull my hands away and notice that it was covered in blood and my wound was gushing a lot of blood.
"You have got your one free shot witch, and now it is time for you to pay! No more wasting time, I should have just used a fireball to begin with." With a swift gesture of his hand a ball of fire appeared and he sent it hurdling my way. I flinch and attempt to cover my face with I froze the fireball and the demon.
"Oh now these dumb powers work!" I tried to get up but I almost passed out from the pain. I began to cough profusely and I notice that where I was coughing blood was splattered on the floor. I was loosing a lot of blood quickly, I glance toward the black wireless phone mounted to the wall and began to crawl over towards it. I went to reach for it when I notice the fireball come hurdling pass my face and into the wall next to the crack glass door leaving a burnt scorch mark on the wall. I was starting to get real irritated when a quick flash appeared of my aunt shattering my iphone, and then her ice tea flying across the room. That's it! The demon charged my direction as if he were a mad bull charging a red cloth. I quickly focused my anger towards him and that's when the demon flew through the air into the door shattering it and landing him onto the shards of glass. The Demon remained flat on the ground not moving an inch. I glanced at the meat carver lying in front of me, and I crawled over to it and picked it up. I braced myself and manage to stand up with only a slight whimper. I limped my way over to where the demon was apparently either dead or passed out. I stared at him for a moment or two until I manage to get a good grip on the handle, and with one swift motion I cut the demons head clear off his body. The head rolled to the left a bit then stop, the neck began to bleed, and I covered my mouth because at this grotesque sight. I dropped the knife to the ground, and as I began to limp back towards the kitchen the demons body just turn to dark black smoke and vanished to where only the knife and shattered glass remained. I was starting to feel real light headed and collapse to my knees and gasped for air. I returned one of my hands to my wound and glanced back towards the wall where the phone hung. I couldn't manage to get back up so I focused on the phone and the wireless phone flew off the base and into my free hand. I quickly dialed the numbers 9-1-1. I noticed that I had got a little bit of blood on the phones keypad, and stuck it to my ear.
It rangs for a moment then I heard, "9-1-1 dispatcher what is your emergency?"
I was beginning to get very dizzy; I manage to say, "I need an Ambulance, please hurray."
I could hear the dispatchers' voice, but I couldn't make out her words. I finally just dropped the phone, and the next the I knew everything just went black.
Hope you liked it... kind of leaves you hanging a bit... I know I used slowly a lot so next time I will try to cut down on that :) leave reviews :) )
