Becoming Alone

Chapter 6

I woke up in the house, tied to a chair. I tried to scream. I tried to move, but I couldn't. "Like it? It's a little potion I brewed up to paralyze humans to their core. It starts with not being able to move, then works its way in to paralyze the vocal chords, then to the eyes to blind you working its way to the brain and soon crushing the mortals heart. I've never used it on another witch before." Mom came out from behind me. Then a white light shined behind her and  shit-father appeared. He grabbed her and they both turned into the white light and disappeared. A minute later shit-father reappeared. He grabbed Norman and disappeared. A couple seconds later,  he reappeared again. "Come on, we don't have much time." He said. "Where's Bri?" I asked as he untied me. "The machines. Now you have to hug me so we can get there fast." I shook my head. "No. You are probably going to take me there to tie me up to those machines and steal my powers. Which I don't even know what the fuck they are." He sighed. "Fine don't trust me, but trust that that Norman guy, he killed my wife for her powers for him to stay young for another year, so I need to beat his demon ass, assuming he has one." I nodded and hugged him. We disappeared and appeared by the machines. I was dizzy, but I didn't care. I saw Bri passed out hooked to one of the machines. Norman appeared behind her. "Grab her and get the hell out of here." I said and shit-father disappeared and reappeared next to Bri. He grabbed her and disappeared.
Norman stepped closer and closer just as I backed up farther and farther away. I backed up all the way to the wall. He put his hands on the wall trapping me. "I'm sorry about all of this.  I didn't mean to hurt you. I never wanted this to happen." I didn't show any emotion. "Then what did you mean to do?" He smiled.  "After our night, I knew what I want to do for the rest of my life." I rolled my eyes. "And what's that?" I asked. "This." He leaned in and kissed me. I tried to push him off. Ok, I thought that I should try to push him off. Instead, I took off his shirt. He took off mine and we slid onto the floor. Next thing I knew it was like that night,  but more intense.  More painful. For once,  I felt alive. One hand stroking his back and the other his hair. Then I screamed in pain. "I'm sorry. I really am starting to fall in love with you, but the only way to do that is if my lover is dead." He had stabbed me with a knife right next to my heart. Blood was gushing everywhere. I saw a tear fall from his eye.  "I ca...." Everything faded into black.