Bitter Revenge

Chapter 21

Warning!

The door flew off the hinges and, with my fast reflexes, pushed Stella out of the way and quickly dodged the flying door. I turned my head to the door and growled, seeing a Royal Coven cape on a tall... person. Is that a man or a woman? "High Priestess!" Stella stared wide eyed at the tall lady, quickly bowing her head before stepping forward. "What are you-" A thunderous, voluptuous voice filled my ears. "Why was I made aware of Fiona's capture through someone other than you, Ms. King?" I noticed other witches rushing forward from behind her towards me, you gotta be kidding me! I'm literally in pajamas! I hissed and bared my fangs, dodging fire and ice alike. Until an ungodly huge dude with muscles the size of my head rushed forward. WHAT THE FU-

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"Nona!" I turned my head from talking to some of my friends to see my little 7th grade sister rush towards me- at the time I was a freshman. She wrapped her arms around me and I just smiled and encircled her in my arms. "Hey Viv. Are you ready to head home?" She smiled and intertwined her fingers with mine, dragging me behind her. I turned and waved bye to my friends, whose faces were blurred from age. "How was school?" I smiled down at her, seeing such a pretty shade of red cross her cheeks. "A boy called me cute today." I giggled at the dumb middle school drama.

"Do you like him? Who're we talking about? Logan? Jason? Joshua?" She always talked about her friends, I've met them multiple times. She turned even more red and looked down to hide her face. "Joshua." I smiled at her, messing up her hair a little. Joshua was a sweet, kind of dark-toned, French American boy that has been friends with Violet since 3rd grade. Talk about loyalty. "I like Joshua, if you decide to date him I am all for it. Even if you want to be all smoochy-smoochy-" I started making kissy noises that made her cover her ears in embarrassment. "EW! GROSS!" We arrived home and slipped our shoes off, and while she went up to her room to presumably do homework, I went straight to the kitchen since, knowing my mother, I have to make lunch.

After a little over an hour, we all sat down to eat, including my parents. We ate in silence, except for the usual sounds of cutting and chewing. After being the first one to finish, I washed my plate and excused myself to get some work done. It was deathly silent, until there was a shout and the sound of something breaking. I ran downstairs to find a broken plate with my mother standing over a weeping Violet. I quickly reached out and pulled Violet behind me, facing off with my screaming mother. "How dare you even think of being with such a disgusting person?!" My Dad sat silently, watching our interaction like it was a freak show. "What happened here?" I asked no one in particular, trying to be calm but ready. Violet whispered in my ear, "I told them about Joshua." Oh, so that's what she meant. Joshua was a bit tan but not enough to be considered "colored', but that didn't mean my white and very racist mother would be happy with this development. Which is ironic seeing as her husband is Asian, but hey- it's not like racism makes any sense anyway.

My mother kept screaming her head off but never once put her hands on us. Probably because Daddy Dearest was watching closely. We let her scream until she got sick of it and left us alone. Afterwards, I took Viv up to my room and calmed her down from her hiccupping cries. "I'm sorry, I didn't know-" I didn't even let her finish. "You have nothing to be sorry for. Joshua is a great kid, what Mom and Dad think shouldn't affect your decision." I scratched her head softly to calm her down, but it only got louder and louder. And she kept saying those words. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Until her voice became less childish and more womanly, a different tone and everything. "I'm so sorry." Wait- Strawberry?

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My eyes opened to a splitting headache and a horrific smell. I leaned up on my elbow, the freezing cold ground meeting my body. I suddenly felt a horrible sting on my wrists and ankles and saw it, iron shackles. And they were burning me. Literally. My skin was smoking, but due to my quick regeneration it wouldn't burn through my arm. Something wet and cold was streaked around my right eye, and when I moved my cuffed hands to it, I hissed and pulled my hand back to see dried blood mingled with small specks of new blood. I groaned and took in my surroundings, noticing that I was in a cell with two caped people outside my mini prison. I sat up and leaned against the wall behind me, trying to gather my thoughts. But before I got the chance, the main door opened, brightening the dark room for a moment. As the tall lady and her companion walked towards me, I tried making eye contact with both to push my commands past their heads.

They opened my cell door, and the Tall Lady's companion stepped forward. The hood of their cloak covered their eyes, but I made sure to stare into their soul waiting for the tiniest peek at their eyes. And when the opportunity finally came, I was met with familiar neon eyes that held the weight of the world in them. My plan flew out the window the second we really looked at each other, until a black thing covered my vision, stinging my irritated and bleeding eyebrow. "What the fuck?" I muttered until I felt Stella's hands working at the back of my head. "Just cooperate with me. Please." The heaviness in her tone and the shakiness of her hands made it sound and seem like she'd just finished crying. Despite the anger that was rising under my skin at my situation, I let my vision be taken from me for Stella's sake.

We walked for a long while, so long that I'd run into enough walls that I walked without a care of the next one I'd hit. I was no longer in iron cuffs so my wrists and ankles got a reprieve, but now I was held by steel cuffs. I felt a breeze push my hair back from my face and cool my unusually sweaty skin, then a sudden impact hit the back of my knees and I was down. I still couldn't see anything, and being unaware made me nervous. Especially when Stella's hold on me left. "You have committed many crimes. I would name them but I simply don't have the time to name the quantity. Do you plead guilty?"

Plead guilty? The fuck is this? A court trial? "For what?" I could hear muttering, meaning there were multiple people around me. "For murder." She growled, her loud voice magnified by my sensitive hearing. I contemplated my circumstances and shrugged, "I mean, I guess yeah." I could hear her heart beat faster, whatever I just did, Stella did not approve. I could hear her breathing hitch and the heartbeat raised beyond nervousness. Maybe now wasn't such a good time for my untimely honesty.

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Keep in mind, Fiona has been alive for like 100 years. When she was going to school, they were still segregated. Which is why she specifically says "colored". 

-ChaseDarling