Glamour [Book 1] (Completed)

Chapter 14 | Ceremony Bound

                  

Chapter 14

My fingers fiddled with the necklace at my chest, it was circular and was defined by another ring inside of the first one. The second ring had crystals inside of it. Each one was defined by a red shade, like the color of blood. It was my favorite because it was an heirloom.

I dropped it and headed over to my bookshelf, where a couple of my old leather books lay. Each of them was catching a little bit of dust, and I swiped it away with my fingers- trying to be diligent.

As soon as I found my spell book I headed over to my door and raced downstairs to the living room. It was quiet for an early-morning birthday: almost too quiet.

I pop my book open to the very last pages, and skim each sentence for a specific word: curse.

"Eris, come into the living room!"

My mother strains her voice, projecting it so that I would have heard it in my sleep. Unobligated to move in that moment my eyes skim some more.

The last page of the book was blank. Why was it blank, it should have more to it than this?

"Eris Sangre Meyer! Get out of bed!"

I grumble, and hop off the kitchen counter stool. My fingers slap the large overgrown book together and tuck it under my wing. Taking my precious time I enter the living room and give my mother the look of: what do you want?

She was standing dead-center to the large open spaced room. The couches line the dark brown walls, and the coffee table was shoved to the side.

"What's this?" I gesture to white and purple flowers, which are some paces ahead of me on our coffee table.

"A gift from Noni, she couldn't be here to say happy birthday and she left you some flowers instead."

"And why were you calling for me?"

My mother arches a thin brow and tugs the ends of her long black hair. "I wanted to tell you to pack your bags; we are leaving in an hour."

My throat tightens, and my chest heaves. Would it be so bad if my mother would think before she says something? Noni was at least considerate enough to get me flowers in her absence: why can't my mother tell me happy birthday? Was it because she regretted having a child?

"Don't cry! You should be happy. Think of today as if you were going off to college and getting a new car: it's the start of a new beginning."

I pivot around on my heel, making sure my back was shoved in her direction before exiting the living room. When I reached my bedroom I started shoving unneeded clothes and underwear into a duffel bag. I knew exactly where we were going. My mother had been setting this up for some time now. My new beginning would be just like my bag of belongings: unorganized and messy.