Synchronicity

VII ✧

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𝓥𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓽

"You promised me!" I beat on his chest. "You promised, you're a liar!" I screeched.

I shot up. My blanket sliding off of me, and pooling in my lap, dripping with sweat.
I look around my room with panicked glances and uncontrollable breaths.

When I realise I'm completely alone, I run a hand through my hair and try to get my breathing under control. "It was a just a dream." I mutter to the empty room.

It was just a dream. I take a glance at my alarm clock, 6:55am

There is no way I was going back to sleep so I opted for an early shower. As I begin to climb out of bed, I feel an overwhelming pain in my side and wince.

Right. The Evil Witch.. I say evil this time because last night she was truly evil.

She was waiting for me when I came home. Sitting there with a cruel grimace on her face. I tried to tell her where I had been but she wasn't listening, she was more interested to know why I hadn't done what she had asked me to do. One simple task.

Get her stuff.

She wasn't interested in my pleas and excuses, so when she smashed a bottle to the floor I tried to escape to my room to let her sleep it off but she pulled me back and I lost my balance hitting my rib into the kitchen counter.

She didn't even bat an eye, she just wanted to know what she ever did to deserve a sorry excuse of a life with me. She laughed manically while I groaned and doubled over. She told me that 'she was being punished by the devil for giving her up' Fuck knows what the means but I wasn't really in the right mind to ask questions. The blow to my rib hurt like a son of a bitch.

I should have known better. I should have been better. I will never get out of this, no matter what I do. It was the first time she caused me physical pain, accident or not, but i'm almost certain she enjoyed it. I have to get out, but where, with what money.

Just as I begin to push off my bed with struggle my door slams open.

"You're up." Witchy Christine said cheerfully.

I lifted my head to meet her hard gaze and stop myself from recoiling as she inches her way into my room. I wonder about how many years you get for murder and decide my life is worth much more than throwing it away on her.

She doesn't acknowledge what happened last night as she walks into my bedroom. I don't know what's worse, her pretending she's the best "mother" for taking me in or her pretending she's never done anything wrong in her life.

"I was thinking of going shopping today, I should treat myself." She wanders around my room and I see a hint of disgust cross her face when she notices the pile of trash that stack up beside my desk. Right. I should probably clear all of that up before Lowen and Athena come over.

"It's a lovely day out.." a sigh. "Don't you think?" she looks at me knowingly.

I ignore the bile rising in my throat and force out a cough. I don't understand what she's getting at and more importantly, I don't understand why she's talking to me at all. "Yes, I guess so." I mutter.

She narrows her eyes at me. "For god sakes, chick. Perk up it's June 8th."

I squint my eyes at her, unsure what she's trying to get at. I don't understand why June 8th has any significance at all.

She takes note of my expression and a smirk creeps across her face. "The best day out of them all I think, well for you anyway."