The Witch Next Door

Chapter 6

Winter

Twenty minutes later. There is no sign of James. I was sitting in the living room on the floor, staring at my dad's gun. I started to think about everyone. My mom, dad, and Alex. I miss them so much.

I'm going to start the search for them later, but first, I need to go to school so the government doesn't wonder why a teenage girl isn't going to school. I heard a knock at the door. I looked at the direction of the door, then I got up. I quickly put my gun on coffee table and walked to the door. I opened the door and saw James.

"Hey, come on in." I insisted. I moved out of the way as James walked in slowly. He took off his hat and gently pressed it against his chest.

I closed the door behind him I started to walk to the living room. I heard him follow me. I walked past the coffee table and looked at the painting above the fireplace. It was a picture of my family a month before my kidnapping. I smiled.

"Okay, you wanted a job, right?" I asked as I turned around. I went wide eyed. James was holding the gun at me, he was shaking real bad. I think it's been the first time he ever held a gun. He was holding the gun with two hands. He swallowed hard.

"You're the one who shot my sister." He implied harshly. I shook my head lightly.

"I would put the gun down, if I were you." I stated. He shook his head over his shaking.

"You freakin' shot my sister, you bitch." James snapped nervously.

"Put the gun down, James." I demanded.

"Why?! So you can just shoot me?! Is that why?!" He asked loudly. I shook my head.

"Gun. Down." I demanded again. He still had me at gunpoint. "Now."

"No!" He screamed.

"James, put the gun down!" I screamed. Then, he shot it. I stuck out my hand and turned my head, closing my eyes. I didn't feel any pain.

Did he miss?

I slowly opened my eyes while slowly turning my head. I looked at the bullet. It was inches from my hand...

Frozen, in midair.

I closed my hand, which had the bullet shattered, just like glass, then fell on the floor when I dropped my hand. I looked at James.

He was staring at the shattered bullet on the ground. The gun was by his side. His face was pale from fear, but he wasn't shaking. He dropped the gun and looked at me.

"I'm... Goin' to leave now." He stated. He turned around and started run for the door. I stuck my hand out, pointing at the door, and froze the doorknob.

James got to the door and grabbed the doorknob in a tight grip. "Ah!" He yelled as he let for of the doorknob, holding his wrist with the hurt hand. I fast walked to James and grabbed his shirt. I pulled him to the couch and sat him down. I got down on my knees and looked up at him.

"Give me your hand." I demanded. He pulled it closer to him.

"Why? So you can hurt-"

"Just give me your damn hand." I demanded again. He stared at me for a second, then slowly started to give me his hand.