"Hey, hey," Wanda's voice coaxed you out of your deep sleep, "You with me?"
You blinked a few times, registering that you were now back in your living room, but all the lights were on and she wasn't frozen, so that was good.
"What happened? What was that?"
"You were sleeping for almost fourteen hours," She explained, "Didn't even wake for the cleaners or when Sam stopped by, so I carried you down here from your room, hoping you'd wake up soon."
You eyed her suspiciously, wondering if she was really avoiding the reason you had asked those questions.
"You're not telling me something."
"I might've..." She grimaced, "Dug into your mind a bit."
"Wanda!" You scolded, throwing your head back against the couch with a groan, "That's super invasive."
"Says the one with witch blood running through their veins." She mumbled and furrowed your eyebrows, your attention whipping back to her.
"Uh – what? What – uh, what was that?"
"Your dad was a witch – or sorcerer, it's unclear, but the magic runs through your veins."
"That's how I can...stop everything and see the future?" You asked, even though the future thing was too painful to attempt these days.
"Yes," She confirmed, and you sighed, letting your eyes flutter closed as you took in this new information, but she wasn't finished, "I want to tell you what you've buried so deeply that you don't even know it to be true."
"What're you talking about?"
"Y/n, your father was an evil man and that thing in the bathroom is what killed him, I'm sorry, I thought I stopped it outside his apartment building, but I didn't."
"Okay," You eyed her weirdly, "He was a bad witch or wizard or whatever, I kind of put that together."
"The woman outside the bus stop wasn't random, she wasn't in her fifties, and you did know her," She told you carefully, afraid of your reaction, but you stayed quiet, and she took that as a sign to continue, "She was your mom and your dad shot her."
"What?" You looked at her in disgust, backing away a bit, and missing how much it pained her when you did, "Wanda, that's not-"
"I'm not finished," She told you firmly, her voice still soft, "She was trying to warn you of his power, but he stopped her with his magic, masking her as someone else, so you'd be more wary of the stranger," She cautiously reached for your hand, afraid you'd pull back, and smiled sadly when you didn't, "Your mom wasn't caught up at work that night, he was stalling to figure out a way to make a fake mother for you and needed some time to get it right."
"Wanda..."
"Your mom died that night at the bus stop when you were eight and he made you believe, in all his delusions, that she died the summer after your graduation."
Lies.
So many damn lies came from your family.
The deals with dark magic, the manipulation, the murders, and the confusion.
You were so damn confused.
She went on to explain from the beginning, trying to let you process it all better, that your dad was born a witch – or wizard, or sorcerer, whichever you prefer, but the point is, he possessed magic – and when you fell off that cliff, he called his mother, the one who he got these powers from. It was a death spell, one that required sacrifice, but only someone of the same magic. Your mother's life wasn't needed, he took that on his own when she was trying to get you to run away from him with her, and he was going to die for you one day instead.
His mother wasn't someone who had love for her son, she offered him the deal and he took it without question, so when the time had finally come for him to pay – his mother was dying and if he went first, she'd obtain his power to keep living, she took her time. She saw the power you possessed and became greedy, wanting yours as well. If Wanda's powers hadn't shielded you, making you more powerful just being in the same vicinity, your grandmother most likely would've succeeded.
Another little detail was, only the dark magic bloodline can be killed from the same. It's why when Wanda thought she killed the witch – now known as your grandmother – it wasn't true, that is, until you did it yourself.
She masked herself the same way your mother was outside that bus stop, wanting to be someone you felt a connection to, but you were too far gone by then to care.
"Thank you." You finally whispered a long moment after she finished.
"For what?" She whispered back, a small crack in her voice, and you peered up at her with a ghost of a smile.
"You saved me, and you don't think I'd want to thank you?" You scoffed teasingly and she laughed, but it came out half a sob of relief that you weren't too upset, so you grabbed her into a hug.
"I'm sorry about your family, especially your mom," She told you honestly, "Neither of you deserved any of this."
"It's just that," You scrunched your eyebrows with a frown, glancing down at your lap after you pulled away, "I feel like I barely knew her now, because she died when I was way younger than I thought."
"Do you remember anything from before then?"
"Yeah," You smiled at the memory, "I remember she always made me feel loved and like I was the most important person in the world," You chuckled, "And how bad she was at puzzles, it was almost criminal."
That got Wanda laughing, trying to cover her mouth to muffle it, but it just made you smile, loving how you could remember your mom now without having to ball your eyes out while doing it. You had stopped yourself from thinking about or doing so many things because you were afraid of digging up old emotions that would send you spiraling, but you didn't feel like that anymore.
Wanda made you feel safe, she made you feel free, and after so many years, having her in this house made you feel like it was actually a home.
That's why, only three weeks later, you asked her to move in with you, and she tackled you into a kiss that had you falling off the dining chair in the tower, giving an enthusiastic yes.
