Chapter 5

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After watching television, I decided to go back to bed. I was stupid tired and just wanted to get some rest. I lied down to find that sleep wasn't going to come easy. Not tonight. I found myself thinking about my mom, and my brother. I pulled out my cell and dialed their number.

"Hell-oo!" I heard mom sing into the phone. She was clearly happy I was gone. I was about to answer when the phone was snatched from my hand. I turned to see Lane holding it.

"Your daughter is never coming home." He said, putting the phone to my ear so I could hear her answer.

"Good, I'm glad she's gone. She's been a thorn in my side for too many years. Do what you want with her." He then hung up the phone and I found myself out of breath as my vision began to blur. I thought getting away from my mother was the best thing to ever happen to me. Turns out I just wanted her to miss me. To feel bad that I was gone. To be scared, worried, upset, anything but happy. She didn't even care that something bad could be happening to me.

"I can't believe you called her. After everything she's done to her. You were going to have come save you?" He accused. I just wiped my eyes and got to my feet. He wasn't going to talk to me like this.

"First of all I wasn't going to have her save me. I know I'm stuck here. And second you have no idea what you're talking about, you have no idea about the relationship between me and my mom." I yelled. He didn't even flinch. His expression didn't change as he grabbed my arm and pulled my shelve up to reveal all the burn marks. I yanked my arm away and sat back down.

"I know more than you think, Winter. I did you a favor by bringing you here." He answered before turning and walking away. I was quick to respond.

"You call this doing me a favor? I'm trapped here. I can't leave. You have ruined everything. If you had just left well enough alone, I'd be somewhere else looking for a place to live. I would have ran away. At least I'd be allowed to have a family."

"Hey!" He yelled, turning on his heals to quickly close the distance between us. "I tried to change the curse. I begged my father to remove, to change, I even bargained with him but nothing worked. He won't let this go. He likes to see others miserable including his own son. So don't sit there all high and mighty thinking this is my fault. I'm not the one that did this, he is. So you want to be mad at someone, be mad at him." He then stalked out. I didn't even have a chance to say anything else, he was gone so fast. He was defiantly angry.

"Winter, please open the damn door!" I heard Lane yelling the next morning. I didn't feel like talking to him. Not after last night. But I knew he wouldn't stop if I didn't open the door so I did.

"What, Lane?" I said as I yanked the door open. He was mid-knock and looked so stupid that I had to laugh.

"Well, I wanted to apologize for last night. I had no right to yell at you and I know this is hard for you. So I'm sorry." He said. I let my tense body relax as he said this. I wasn't expecting him to apologize and I was happy he did.

"Thank you. And I'm sorry too. I was upset and I took it out on you. Can we just...I don't know...start over?" Lane cracked a rare smile and stuck out his hand. I was confused but I took it anyway.

"Hi, I'm Lane Collins. Part human, part fairy. It's nice to meet you." I smiled again and shook his hand.

"Winter Jefferson. Completely human." He laughed and told me breakfast was ready. I for some reason couldn't stop smiling as I followed him down the stairs.

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