Worthy (Complete)

Chapter 2

 Chapter Two

The atmosphere in Cara's bedroom changed abruptly pulling

her from a blissfully sound sleep. A heaviness pressed against

her chest while a tight clasp fought to cut off her airway. She

grabbed her neck and sat up gasping for what ever amount of

air her lungs could take in.

She glanced over at the size-able shadow that had filled

the entire corner off to her left. The one that secretly housed

all her books, prayers, potions and cards, behind a perfectly

made tattered bookshelf, that anyone was afraid to move for

fear of it falling apart. A genius idea, she'd thought.

The dark figure whispered only three words before it

disappeared taking the heaviness it had brought along with it.

"It is time."

She shook her head. A sly smile tugged at the corner of

her lips. "Finally," she said.

This was the day Cara had long waited for. She'd planted

little seeds of doubt, fear, turmoil, and the like in the heart

and mind of her niece through out her life – all twenty years

of it. And all right under the nose of Katelyn's over

protective mother. A scornful snicker filled the silence. Why

her brother decided to fill Leah in on their family business

was beyond her. Love makes you blind and foolish, she'd

come to realize. That was one of the many reasons why Cara

wanted no part of it. Her focus had to stay on the price, on

the goal – adding another generation to the Burnsten family

clan.

The radio blasted one of Katelyn's favorite songs as she

leaned slightly to the right and then to the left, in sync with

the curve of the country road that led to Cara's two-story

farm house.

Freedom. That's what she felt overtake her as the miles

increased between her and her real life. Or so she thought.

Had she'd been able to see the wispy green bug-eyed spirit,

Deception, sitting beside her toying with her mind and

emotions, she may have realized that freedom wasn't what she

was running to; it was what she was running from.

"Ah, there's nothing like the smell of freshly cut grass."

She inhaled the aroma a few more times before finally leaving

it and the buzz of the mower far behind.

The road grew narrow the closer she came to reaching

her aunt's drive. She let off the gas and applied the brake,

slowing down the one and a half ton machine she was behind

the wheel of. The trees with their mostly green leaves were