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Chapter 13

"When problems come, trust me because I promised that I'll always stay by your side."

|Harley|

It's a special day today, it's graduation day. Finally graduating the fourth year of college, I was now wearing my graduation attire. I was in my room looking at the mirror, I can't believe I'm where I am now.

I decided to check on Jessie, I knocked on her door waiting for it to open. Few seconds the door flew open, I saw Jessie smiling. Actually, this is the first time she's letting me in her room. In the past she never let me in her room, and I always wondered why, but now I finally know.

I smiled at her and stepped inside, suddenly the door behind me close shut. I looked at her room, I saw her bed. It has white sheets and pillows; I shift my gaze to the table beside her bed. It was a medium long table; I saw some witchy stuffs on it. There was a Cristal ball, some bottles with black liquid inside, different colored candles and some herbs.

"Welcome to the witch's room," she said as she noticed me looking at her table.

"How does these things work?" I asked.

"To know how, you need to study it." She looked at me. "I've been studying witchcraft and spells since I was thirteen." She added.

"You must've mastered it now." I spoke.

"Yup." She spoke.

"Wait, aren't witches wicked or evil or something?" I asked.

She chuckled. "I get that a lot, but those are dark witches who uses dark magic or uses their powers for wrong doings. Witches like me are white witches, we don't hurt anyone. Instead, we help someone in need, for healing, spiritual problems, or casting a spell that has good intentions of course."

"I want to know who was I in my past life." I said all of the sudden.

"I can help you with that, but not now maybe when I have free time." She spoke.

~~~°°°~~~

"Harley Smith," the teacher announced my name as I step up in the center of the stage.

I accept my diploma and smiled at the principal, I looked at the crowd and bow. "Jessie Jones," they announced. I walked away on the other side of the stage while Jessie was coming in the center.

As I got out of the stage, I saw Andrew opening his arms smiling. I run towards him and jumped on him wrapping my legs on his waist and my arms around his neck. He catches me and hugged back.

"I'm so proud of you babe," he whispered.

"I'm so proud of you too." I replied.

I let go of him and stand up, he kissed my forehead and hugged me again. "Andrew...?" A feminine voice interrupted us.

We looked at the person who owned the voice, she was a girl with long brown hair. She was looking at Andrew while holding a baby boy, I looked at the child and smiled. "Do you know her, Andrew?" I looked at him.

When I looked at him on saw his face furious and hurt, but why? "What are you doing here?" Andrew asked the girl in his cold tone.

"We need to talk," she answered.

"There's nothing to talk about Maxine." Andrew said.

"Please, it's important..." She pleads.

"Whatever you want to say, say it now." He replied.

"Fine, this... This is our child Andrew..." She said referring to the baby.

"W-what?" I looked at Andrew, I felt my heart ached. My eyes were getting teary, I looked at the girl again. "Who are you?!" I asked her.