Escaping the Enchantment

Chapter Thirteen

6:07pm
Amesville
McGregor's House

Rebecca sent me home at a quarter to four, telling me to keep my phone close and to pack the things I needed once we were out of here whilst she went to gather the ingredients we needed for the spell. I was pacing up and down in my room, as I stressed myself out, overthinking everything that could happen,

I was totally freaking out. I didn't know what to do. Rebecca had told me to keep my phone close and I'd done so, expecting at least a phone call or text from her. But the last message I got from her was just the address of her home.

Unable to handle it anymore, I grabbed my phone and dialled her number with shaky hands.

"Please pick up," I begged as I started my pacing up again, "Please pick up."

"Hello, this is Rebecca. I'm not available right now so please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

Then a beep came and I bit my lip, "Look, Rebecca, I'm really scared right now. I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around all this and I'd really appreciate it if you called me back soon."

I finished the message and then threw my phone on my bed and then myself afterwards. I swung my legs nervously and I stared up at the wall clock, each second that passed making me even more unnerved.

Then suddenly, my phone rang and I nearly jumped in fright. It was Rebecca and I yelped out a cry in happiness.

"Rebecca, oh my goodness, I'm freaking out, you have to help me!" I admitted to her in a panic.

"Um...well, what can I do to help you calm down?" she asked.

I pulled the phone away from my ear and made a strangling motion with my hand. I had called her for emotional support and she was doing a pretty bad job of that.

"I don't know, just talk to me or something. I need to take my mind off of this mess."

I heard her sigh over the phone.

"Unless you're busy," I groaned, facepalming myself, "Of course you're busy, I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's okay," se assured me and I believed her, "Tell me something about your old life," she suggested.

"Um, well, before McGregor, my dad was still alive. He and I were really close. In fact, all of us were close, him, my mum and me and it was always just the three of us."

"What was he like?" she asked me.

"Well, he was my dad. The best guy I knew. My first love," I said, a smile overtaking me as I thought of my father, "He's the reason why I love music so much. He taught me how to play piano and we'd make music together nearly every weekend. He was a producer and was on the rise to stardom when he got diagnosed with stage four lung cancer."

A knot got clogged in my throat and I couldn't go on.

"It's okay," she assured me, "You don't have to tell me more if you can't."

I sniffled, then nodded, "What about you. Tell me about your family, before Amesville, I mean."

"Well, I lived with my dad, before my step-mum came along. It was always just the two of us. My mum died wheni was young, so I don't really remember much about her. But my dad and I, we were always close, we still are, in fact, well as close as you can be with someone who's under a charm."

"Do you like your step-mum?"  I questioned further.

"She's not that bad. She's pretty nice. She's really motherly."

I nodded. It was nice knowing more about her. Maybe after we go out of ere, she and I could try and become friends.

"So why do you want to leave?" I asked one of the burning questions that'd been on my mind.

"I don't know. I just want more than this monotonous cycle. Be charmed, move to Amesville, be turned, go out and charm someone else. It's so unfulfilling, you know?" she said.

"I get that. I've never wanted such a settled life. I've always wanted to be a superstar you know. To have my own recording company. Release a few albums, make money, go on tours, then help other black artists like me get to the top," I told her.

"Well, when we leave here, you can. You can live that life," she said and I smiled softly at the thought of my dreams actually coming true.

When my dad died, so did that dream, but after this encounter in Amesville, the hope that I can actually live that life made me happy. I'd be making my dad proud by doing what we both loved.

"Will you take your dad with you?"

"No. He's got a life here. With Janice, my step-mum. I'll always be grateful for what he did, but, I think this place is for him."

"I admire you for that. I can't imagine leaving my mum here. Even if she's this reformed person, I'd bring her with me, the spell McGregor put on her will eventually wear off. I just know it."

Rebecca hummed then asked, "How is that going though? Did you convince her?"

"Not yet. I'm waiting for when you've completed the spell and the charm on her is lifted so that I can talk to her, the real her."

"Okay, but before I go, Kira, I have to prepare you for the possibility of Lohan coming to get you before I'm done here."

She then explained a bunch of things to me about Lohan, like where he lived and what to do in the event that he comes to get me. By the time she's done and has hung up, a certain fear had settled in my heart.

And I soon realised why.

"Lohan!"