Hallow's: Witch's Brew

Forty-Eight

D4vd- WORTHLESS

Riding in the Mustang on route to Hellbourne brings back memories with my Dad. I don't like remembering him. Those memories feel fake somehow. It feels like I watched them on a TV screen or something, but I let Zuri borrow my car and Noah's is the only one available. 

"Do you want to smoke? We can stop somewhere if you don't want to smoke up your car," I stretch as best as I can in my seat. "Lily gave me something that I know is going to help," 

"Help how?" he laughs. 

"Well, it could go either way. I kill everyone and call it a day or I handle this in a mature very healed Ghastly Periwinkle manner," 

"You're crazy I am not pulling over for you to toke up," 

"Eww, Nineteen seventies. No one says that anymore," I turn my body enough to really look at him and I laugh. "Oh, my Lucien. You have never gotten high," I laugh. His hands grip the steering wheel tightly. "Noah, have you been raw-dogging scary spirits your whole life? You were a jock," 

I don't mean to sound as delighted as I do but come on. That's adorable. It's rare finding people who don't give into peer pressure at least one in their life. 

"I've always been afraid of it weakening my hold on my affinity. I made half the town's kids sick the one time I had two beers. Had you not created the charms, they all would have died," 

How can I ever forget that was literally the moment we fell apart. Two beers was all it took for us to be ripped apart as violently as we were. Maybe this will go the other way. 

"Want to back at the house when we're done? Your ghost virus doesn't work on me," 

"I don't know. It's a huge risk. I'll think about it," 

"It's a good thing I brought this," I hold up my wax pen.

"What does it do you for you?" He rolls his eyes.

"Recently, it's helped slow me down. It's keeping me focused. My grandma encouraged my smoking since I was little. Telekinesis like mine can have a mind of its own sometimes. I keep it under wraps by sort of wrapping it around my magic. I'm gaining a lot of muscle definition because my body is kind of always flexing a bit so I can keep track of each power cycle. It hurts in the beginning. So, this helps me relax a bit," 

"Constantly?" 

"It's the worst when I'm angry. My heart rate is going and it makes it spin super fast. Stress feels like slicing yourself with a brand-new razor. When I finally crack, it feels like cold water falls on me and the spinning suddenly stops. My body skips a beat and suddenly it's pouring rain and all I want to do is lay down and let the storm take over for a while. Fuck, I missed this. 

"Lily said the craziest thing to me the other day. She said that sometimes she's so happy that she doubts things are real and she goes back to the worst thing that ever happened to her and asks herself if maybe that's where she finally broke and all of this was just a dream. This feels a lot like that," 

"Did you huff that truth serum shit just for shits and giggles?" he grins. 

"Lucien made this for Lily," I hold up my pen. "He must really love her. I feel very calm and loving. Does that make sense?" 

"Would now be a good time to discuss your ex-husband?" 

"Aww, fine but only because I know it's bugging you," I groan. 

"It is. It's bugging me a lot," he glances over at me and hits the turn signal. "I don't see why you have to keep him around. At all," 

"Okay,"