Glamour [Book 1] (Completed)

Chapter 20 | Blood Bound

Chapter 20

As soon as I got home I made a break for my bedroom. Ezra was with me the entire day and all I wanted was to catch a break. The first thing on my to-do list was my homework, which was practicing my telepathic communication or meditating for thirty minutes. Magic is like reading: the more you do it, the better you get at it.

Locking my bedroom door I hop on to my bed and crossed my legs. I was going to meditate for thirty minutes: I was done talking to people for the day. My hands were placed neatly in my lap and I sat as straight as I could. My eyes shut and my muscles slowly started to dip down to nothingness. My minds-eye created a light that ran through my body, very slowly, and wherever it hit me that muscle would relax. I started with my head and ran all the way down till each of my muscles became limp and vulnerable.

My head was bowed and the palms of my hands faced up toward my ceiling. The energy I surfaced was then plucked from the air, and flowing through my veins. My minds-eye imagined it as a green substance, and it flowed through my body- giving my soul strength and nourishment. My mind was clear and my body was limp, so I stayed still and continued to drink the energy into my body till it was full. When I felt ready to release the energy back into space my eyes opened and my body began to move. Mentally exhausted I lay back on to my bed and closed my eye for a long nights sleep.

*

My alarm clock sounded off.

I reached over to my phone and set it on snooze, then turning quietly back around to fall asleep for another eight minutes. That was until I felt something warm and soft next to my face. Too lazy to open my eyes, I drew my hand in and groaned defiantly. It was nothing to concern myself with: I'm still sleeping.

Just as I was drifting back to sleep when I felt a warm brush against my cheek: "You aren't going to get up?"

I flip my eyes open, and start to kick and scream: "Mom!"

Ezra's eyes go wide as he tries to calm me down, "Wait! Wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!"

"Mom!"

My mother enters my room, clearly disturbed by my waking her. Ezra was standing and pulling on a white t-shirt with the band "Chemical Romance" on it: clearly embarrassed. "What is it, Eris?" She tugs at her nightgown, giving me a deranged look.

I glare at Ezra, "I didn't say he could sleep with me yet."

My mother sighs, "Eris, stop this madness. He is your fiance and you need to treat him with kindness. He has done nothing wrong to hurt you and wants to make sure you are safe."

"But I locked my bedroom door for a reason! he can't just unlock it and come into my bed!"

"I gave him permission. Now get up and get ready for school!" My mother shrugs, and tosses me a white dress that was hanging up behind my bedroom door. She has no respect for the young.

*

During school today I didn't speak once to Ezra, but I did see Joe. The first thing I managed to do was stomp right up to him in class and great him with a big smile. "Hey Joe!" I twirl a piece of my hair, and lick my lips. Ezra was standing beside me, watching me like a hawk in a birdcage.

Joe looks up at me from his cellphone and raises an eyebrow. "Hi." He states.

"Where were you yesterday? I thought you would want to see me for my first day being seventeen."

"I did. But I also didn't want to face someone else on your first day being seventeen." His eyes slowly reach Ezra and I have to hold in a complaint as to why I would choose Joe over Ezra.

"Oh, well, this is Ezra." Joe raises a hand to him and returns to his phone.

"What you playing?" I ask, trying anything to get Joe's attention. I wanted to talk to him but Ezra wouldn't leave me alone it was both annoying and frustrating. I just want to talk to Joe!

"Look, I'm going to take my seat. You guys can talk." Ezra purses his lips at me, and starts for the opposite corner of the class where we sit in first period. That seemed too easy.

"What do you want?" Joe states, not bothering to look up at me.

"I just want to talk to my best friend." I reply.

"Maybe you should just hang out with your fiancé instead of your friends."

I purse my lips now and lean my hands over onto his desk. My hair sagged over my shoulders and my nails clawed onto the desk- making scratches into the rock. "He is not my fiancé."

Joe looks down at my hands, and works them up to my glare. "You are matched with him, are you not?"

I continue you scrape up the desk: feeling my anger grow deep within me. Something was very wrong with me, something was off and it made my bones crack and re-frame. In the distance I could hear to late bell ring but all I heard was my screams billowing and ringing from the classroom walls. My teacher's hands, I knew, where placed at my sides to steady me- or pull me away. This caused me to lash out, and soon more screams joined in with my own. Every single person in the room watched me with horror as I raised a hand and went to smack Joe: but I missed. Instead my nails scrapped across his face: leaving four flapping gashes gauging and spitting blood. Distantly, my mind failed to continue on- and I blacked out.