-1A/N I must Like you because I posted this right after the last one… Anyways if you hadn't figured the POV of the Chapter The Killer in Me I will reveal it to you.

Addison….

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Heart Stops Beating

Jacey POV

Ironic that I call out to God after years of worshipping his enemy. I stop calling to the being that caused my father to violently kill my mother. I hated God but as the poison found its way to my major blood ways, my hate turned into acceptance. That I should die by the dark magic's I used everyday set upon me by a member of my family, it was karma finding me at last.

"We shouldn't touch her.." I could make out Abby cautious voice.

"Please fight it. I know you can." I heard Dwayne urging voice call to me from what felt to be miles away. I opened my mouth to reply to them.. To say goodbye, but nothing would come out. My ragged breaths helped nothing as my lips turned blue since the poison was suffocating me from the inside. When all was coming to an end I finally found my tears falling. The poison was taking over slowly and painfully. Tears… I hadn't cried since I ran for my life over four years ago on my birthday that beautiful summer's night..

"And she shall be cleansed.." My father held an open bible in his right hand and a cross in his left. He did this every week to make me pure, to wipe away the sins of thy mother. But this time he went too far and I finally after two years fought back.

I did something my father feared beyond anything else. Magic. Instead of forcing it out of me, my father brought it out in the most sinful form , against a righteous vessel of God.

His disgust, determination, and overwhelming fear filled my senses. My confusion rose. He feared me? I repeated this statement many times in my head as he poured holy water onto my cupped hands. For as long as I had been able to ration I had always thought my father was fearless; with God on his side. As I lower my face to the ground because my father commands me to. A lash of pain erupts as the thin whip cuts down my back. Rage fills me. My gift was a sin, I hid it. Even as the conflicting emotions made my head throb, my heart break, and my mood swing.

My father could never find out. I began to skip school unable to deal with the emotional teen girls and lustful boys. I floated around my small city learning to control my curse so I could be around people. I tried to ignore my curse but it made living a ordeal. I came home around the time I would normally come home from school. My father was in his brown recliner doing his afternoon reading.

Never would I disturb him when he was doing part of his routine, which I had to get down fro my own safety. My father woke with the dawn took a quick 2-3 minute shower then went downstairs for his coffee and cinnamon oatmeal. He would place his dirty dishes into the sink and sit in his chair and listen to his 1950's radio for the weather. He would read until nine on weekdays and eight on weekends. The weekends weren't my favorite time since I would have to go to Sunday church that lasted until noon. My father was the pastor of the church. People loved his sermons and he had to do three waves on Sunday to accommodate everyone that attended his church. I would leave after the first wave since he was too preoccupied with the citing of the bible. And how if your lived in sin you were destined to hell.

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