The boy without magic

Chapter 24: How they met pt 2

Licita looked at the soup and saw her reflection in it. She heard a baby cry and a woman got up and went to a different room. Nicholas sat silently staring at the girl in front of him.

"Why?" She asked.

Nicholas shifted his body and rested his elbows on the table.

"Why would she do something like that? Did she forget about me? Why did he have to die?" She asked. Licita pushed the bowl of soup away and put her face on the wooden table. Her breath shook and she cried once more.

"L-Licita." Nicholas didn't know how to deal with the girl. He saw his wife approach the girl and sat next to her. She softly stroked her back and brought the girl in to a hug. Licita pushed away from the hug and began kicking the woman.

"Don't touch me!" Licita shouted scared of the contact. The girl was hyperventilating. She was scared because she knew no one. The only people close to her were gone, she couldn't trust anyone after such a betrayal.

"Calm down child. We just want to help." The woman said.

"Cecile, I think we should let her calm down first." Nicholas said.

"I just want to go home." Licita said slowly backing away. Her body shook, she felt hopeless. She was in a new place with people she didn't know. Her greatest fear was the presence of the man.

Nicholas got up and slowly approached the scared child, when he came near Licita kicked the mans groin and ran to the door. She didn't care about the consequences, she just wanted to see her family again. She arrived to her home and found it empty.

"Mom! Asta!" She shouted. She knew they were gone, but desperation made her believe otherwise. "Asta I have your medicine! Please!" A depressing silence filled the room. Only her cry surrounded the house. Licita fell to the hard floor and banged her head. The pain helped her forget, it brought her relief. She wailed to herself and flashbacks of her brothers face came to mind. His joyful smile flashed in rapid successions, but then his pained face made an appearance. The tears, foam, and pain that covered his face all came to mind. She felt a soft hand over her shoulder and she couldn't care what could have happened next. She wanted to die, and she hoped this person could be the one to end her.

"It's okay, you can let everything out." Cecile said. She sat down and watched the girl wallow in her own misery. Cecile was told what Nicholas had seen and she couldn't help but tear up. She was a mother herself, and she couldn't imagine having her child seeing such a thing. She didn't know anything about Licitas past, but her behavior told her everything. She was a fearful child. Cecile had seen her roam around the village with a smile, but the habits she had displayed trauma.

Licita was almost sixteen years old now. Nicholas had given her the letter her mother had left. The girl taught herself a new feeling, hate. She hated her mother, she realized she hated her father as well. The only person she loved was her brother and his laugh was something she couldn't forget. Cecile had taught her how to cook and do laundry. The past few years, Nicholas and Cecile had a watchful eye on the girl. They took care of her and did their best to have her recover. Some of Licitas habits did get on their nerves, but they understood why the girl acted such a way. Licita learned to keep a smile plastered on her face, even when she had a panic attack. She locked up most of her emotions deep within her to keep a facade to not have anyone worry. She tried to stay away from others and she only talked with the two adults that had helped her. Something Cecile had told her was to write down everything she did in a diary. The woman wanted to make sure the girl didn't do anything that could harm herself. Licita did try to cut herself on many occasions, but she was afraid of the pain. The beatings she received from her father were glued to the back of her mind. The feeling of whenever he glared at her embedded itself into the girls mind.