BECOMING

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Raekah

Before

RAEKAH HAD NO TIME TO WASTE. She was almost paranoid, with her heart beating loudly in her chest and her thoughts jumbled together in her mind.

She ran back to the hotel she was staying in, which was a couple of blocks away, not caring about the glamorous red high-heels she was wearing.  She passed so many shops and restaurants, places she had grown familiar with, and remembered all the memories she had made in that place. Nostalgia overwhelmed her.

Once in her hotel, she went straight up to her room, without saluting the doorman like she normally did. She opened the wooden door with the number 208, and entered the room with a sigh of relief.

She slid to the floor, trying to calm down a little. She needed to think things through. Although she was trying her best not to, all she could think about was how her baby would be ripped away from her by him. That little mutherfucker. She imagined him standing next to the woman from the restaurant, his mate, raising Raekah's baby happily. She shook her head angrily, pushing those images out of her mind.

She stood up, her mind made up once again. She took out her big, brown, expensive set of suitcases, and placed them on the unmade bed. She opened them, and with only a snap of her fingers, every single thing she had brought with her started moving on their own towards the bags. Clothes, shoes, toiletries, books; all dancing around the room. In barely a minute, everything was safely packed, and the suitcases closed. Raekah pulled them to the ground, piling them up.

Looking way more calm and confident, Raekah went down to the lobby. She walked to the reception with her held high. They boy standing behind it, Arthur, smiled at her flirtatiously. Raekah rolled her eyes. He had been trying all summer to flirt with her.

"Morning, miss." He said. "What can I help you with?"

"Hello, Arthur boy." She said. "I came here to check out."

The boy frowned. "But you booked your room until next week."

"I know, I know." Raekah sighed dramatically. "It's just... I don't feel like staying any longer."

"May I ask why?" She was starting to get annoyed. It was none of his business what her motives where.

"No, Arthur, you may not." She smiled at him with her most charming smile. "Now, it would be really, really good if you send someone to my room to get my bags, and load them to my car."

The boy hesitated. "If that's what you want..."

She looked at him straight in the eye. "It is."

The boy did what she asked. In no time, Raekah was sitting in the driver's seat of her light blue car, waving at Arthur and the doorman, thanking them one last time.

"Have a safe trip, ma'am." The doorman said to her with a kind smile. She was nostalgic once again. She really had grown fond of that old man. She nodded, a small, sad smile on her face, and without another word, she stormed into the highway, driving way past the speed limit.

It took her a few hours to get back to Sacramento. She sighed, relieved, when she saw the familiar streets of her hometown.

Within minutes, she had reached her big, white house. She eyed the black plaque at the entrance. For normal humans, the sign would have said Yule Boarding School, but for witches and other supernatural creatures like her, it said Yule, coven of powerful witches. She was finally home.