Estla

Chapter 3 - Mini Chapter

Hey there wonderful Wattpadders! UniquePeak here. Yep, you guessed it! A double update!!

The minute I finished with chapter 2, my friend started bugging me about updating. So, I made a deal and thus you now have an extra mini chapter!

You all have KidCole to thank for this! So, once again this chapter is (sorta) dedicated to him!

I hope you enjoy, and don't foget to:
VOTE+COMMENT!!!

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"I hid in my closet, huddled in the dark corner holding my knees to my chest. I was shaking uncontrollably and loud sobs rumbled from deep in my throat.

I tried to block out the loud yelling that was coming from the living room.

I remembered how my father's face turned stone cold. How he roughly grabbed me and practically threw me into the house. I remembered how my mom pounded on his back and tried desperately to pull me away from him.

When we got into the house he finally let go of my arm which now held a large bruise. I scurried into my room and so there I was, hiding in my closet.

I stared at my trembling hands, willing them to stop. But they wouldn't.

I concentrated on my tears, willing them to stop. But they couldn't.

I listened to my sobs, willing them to stop. But they didn't.

I was scared. I was tired. I was confused.

What did I do?

How did I do that?

What am I?

Then, a single word sprung into my mind.

Magic

I thought of Tom. I thought of his stories. I thought of his big, crooked smile and his freckled face. Then, I thought of his terror. His fearful face when he saw what I did.

I thought magic was supposed to be good. I thought it was supposed to be amazing. I thought it was supposed to be incredible.

Not terrifying.

A crash and a scream knocked me out of my thoughts.

I stilled. A thick silence fell over the house.

A quiet sob echoed through the halls. And a single quiet word was whispered with such desperation, such sorrow, such a pleading tone, that it would have brought tears to the eyes of anyone.

"Please."

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[ Yeesh. I would stop here but my friend begged for some closure so I'll give you just a liiitle bit more.]

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"No."

I could hear my father's icy tone even from the depths of my closet. I could hear my mother's loud sobs even clearer.

There was another crash and the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut.

The house became still. I heard a knocking on my bedroom door and heard it open slowly.

"Levana, come out." I heard my father call out.

When I heard his voice, my breathing became frantic, and my sobs grew louder.

He seemed to pause at this but continued and yanked open my closet door. He walked over to me and I winced when he roughly grabbed the same spot on my arm that had been bruised earlier. He dragged me out of the house, with me, kicking and screaming.

He threw me roughly into the carriage that was already waiting outside the door. We rode in it for hours. I asked him many questions along the way, only getting one reaction.

"What am I?" I asked him.

"A monster." He replied.

His words echoed through my head, taunting me.

Monster. Monster. Monster.

When we finally arrived at our destination, it was too dark out for me to read the large sign in front of the door. The carriage stopped in front of the entrance and my dad opened the door, and shoved me out of the vehicle.

I fell to the ground very hard, skinning my knees in the process.

I looked back to see my father's face,

one last time..."