Cherry Bomb- R. Tozier

Chapter 13

It's been two months since I've spoken to most of the losers club. Mostly now its just Bev and I who hang out together, sometimes we hang out with Bill but that's pretty much the extent of it. 

I don't know what my friends have been doing in their time away, but during our falling out I've learned more about my powers. 

My mom caught me practicing in my room one day and immediately sat down and started telling me about our family history, and how we used to have tons of witches in our family but over the years that trait has come more and more scarce and it hasn't been seen for at least a hundred years.

She showed me her few books which I immediately showed Bev. It said that the magic I had was considered chaos magic so that was why it had a physical form of sorts and why I don't need spells. 

Thats actually what we were doing in her room right now, reading one of the books so that I could practice on using my magic to find people and see what they were doing. At first we started on basic people, like our friends, or my mom, stuff like that but I got tired. 

"You know what I can see myself doing right now?" I suddenly ask Bev from my position sprawled out on her bed, hoping she would get what I'm thinking.

"Eating ice cream?" Bev asks me hopefully as she looks up from where she was writing something in her journal.

"Girl, yes!" I tell her excitedly watching as she springs up and pulls me up seconds later, both of us knowing that we were going to go get some ice cream. 

We both walked quietly to the door hoping that her dad was asleep and that we could leave. But when we reached the door Bev noticed something new and motioned to it to catch my attention, showing a pad lock. Holding the door shut. 

"Where are you sneaking off to?" We hear her dad question getting us both to turn around, tensing unconsciously. 

"N-Nowehere, daddy. we just wanted some ice cream." Bev manages to stutter out.

"You're looking prettied up." He tells her skeptically, even though she was telling the truth. 

"I'm not prettied up, daddy. I wear this almost every day." Bev tells him quietly. 

"Come." he quietly demands motioning towards himself to have her come closer to him. Slowly she hands me her back pack before taking tentative steps towards him. "You know I worry about you, Bevvie." 

"I know." She tells him as he grabs her hand in his own. 

"People in town have been saying some things to me about you. Sneaking around all summer long with a bunch of boys. Only one of two girls in the pack." He tells her lowly, obviously looking to see her reaction.

"They're just friends, I swear. " Bev defends softly.

"I know what's in boys' minds when they look at you, Bevvie. I know all too well." He tells her darkly gripping her hand tighter in his own.

"My hand..." Bev whimpers out trying to gently pull it away.

"Are you doing womanly things, with your friend, down in the woods with those boys?" He asks her finally acknowledging me before looking back at her.

"No, no, no, nothing. You don't have to worry. I promise." She tells him trying harder to pull her hand away with no luck.

"Then what's this?" He asks holding up a post card, but not just any post card. The postcard, the one that had the poem on it. And despite not being able to see her face, I can see how she freezes.