Hallow's: Witch's Brew

Prologue

Post Malone ft. Ozzy Osbourne- Take What You Want

If teenage me could see me now, she'd laugh so hard she'd need her inhaler. She'd say this would never have happened to her. Fifteen-year-old Gastly Periwinkle had the world figured out. She knew what she wanted, and she would stop at nothing to obtain it. It's how I ended up losing everything I had.  

As Ben packs his things away, I replay his words over and over in my head. Ten years of my life are walking out of this ugly mansion I never wanted to live in. I'm not just losing my husband; I'm losing my best friend. The first boy I ever let in. The first kiss at fourteen. The first date at fifteen. The first time at sixteen. 

The bastard dared to blame me for his fuck up. You work so much. She was there and you weren't. You're never there. I want a family. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Everything is always about him. His hand always extended for the taking. 

He never cared that I was up all night trying to break the cycle both our families tried to push us into. I remember the nights he would come over after his dad told him that acting wasn't something that was within his grasp. That he needed money for that. A fool's dream for someone who didn't have shit. Yet, his father has front-row seats to every premiere, every award show, and every photo shoot. 

Even after ten years, I really don't know much about mortal customs. Having been a human for twelve years now didn't prepare me for this. Shit, I think it made me worse. Unfulfilled, bitter, and a whole lot more cynical than ever before. Yes, this hurts but it doesn't change the fact that I want to have the last laugh. Need it. 

"You'll hear from my lawyer for the assets-" 

"Don't bother," I stand up holding out the file. I pick up my duffle bag and slide it onto my shoulder. It's all need from this shit hole anyway. I never wanted this extravagant life. I just needed something to fill this hole in me, but much like my marriage, the hole is never really satisfied. "You can keep everything. I'm taking fifty percent of all accounts. The rest is yours. The houses. The cars. I don't need any of it," 

"Gaz, this is our stuff. I'm trying to be fair," he sighs.

"Fair?" a very un-lady like snort comes out of me. "Is that what this is? You being fair?" 

"You know what I mean," 

"No, I really fucking don't. Ben, I gave you everything. Body and soul. I've worked so fucking hard to give you everything you ever wanted. Down to the shoes on your feet. You stood there and told me that I was never there for you. I have been here since we lived in a studio apartment with nothing but a fucking air mattress to sleep on. Do you think she could do that? Do you think she would still love you if weren't who you are now?" 

"Gaz, we're not kids anymore," he shakes his head. 

"No, we're not," I agree. "Keep everything. All of it. All of your contracts with the Witch's Brew Company are hereby terminated. It's my company and if you try to come for it, I will make sure that you can never use your dick again. See how much Brenda loves you then," I turn away to leave. 

"Gastly, I don't want your company. It's the reason why I-" he pauses. "I don't want your company. Brenda wouldn't like me working for you either," 

"Right," I roll my eyes. "Well, we wouldn't want Brenda to worry about you whoring around. It's not like she ever did it with someone else's husband," 

"Gaz, you're being petty. I'm not your enemy," 

"You should consider yourself lucky that you aren't, Ben. Unfortunately, I can't stop loving you enough to make sure that you spend the rest of your life in misery for what you did. I never really asked you for much in return.