Salem (ON HOLD)

Chapter 12

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A sharp crack of thunder woke me from my sleep. Lightning, brilliant and white-hot, flashed through my curtains, illuminating my shadowed room for less than a second. I lifted my covers off me and climbed out of my bed, whilst wiping my sweaty forehead. With every loud clap of thunder, my heartbeat quickened. I was never fond of storms.

I opened my curtains and peered outside. Raindrops splattered the window. I watched the forked lightning cut the sky like knives, slicing through the inky clouds.

I peered down at my hands, overwhelmed by the immense power I possessed. Aurelia had been so shocked that I lifted my bed off the floor that she called for Mother, who was as bewildered.

I hadn't meant to use that much power. I could feel it in me now, though, rippling through my blood like waves. The exhilaration of being able to lift something in the air was indescribable, and that was just one power. There were eight more powers that I possibly possessed, and although part of me was terrified of the fact that I was a witch, excitement brewed inside of me at the thought.

I closed the curtains and walked back to my bed. There was just one thing I needed to do first. And I wasn't exactly looking forward to it.

When the first rays of light flooded into my room, I quickly dressed, and sprinted out of the house before running into Aurelia or my mother.

I grabbed my bike, climbed on, and cycled onto the road leading to the city centre where Lucas and Evan lived. I'd been putting it to the back of my mind for a while, but I knew I needed to tell Lucas the truth about what had happened between Evan and me in the woods that day. My palms grew sweaty at the thought. I knew Lucas would be disappointed in me, especially because I promised that nothing would happen between Evan and me. I wasn't sure if there were any feelings there, though. My mind grew fuzzy at the thought.

When I arrived at their house, I dropped my bike in its usual place and knocked on the front door. When Evan opened the door, I couldn't help feeling surprised. Evan didn't really seem like the "early morning" type. He looked like he had just gotten out of bed; his hair was ruffled and he was half-naked. I tried to not look at his bare, muscular chest.

He grinned at me. "Good morning."

I cleared my throat before speaking. "Morning. Is Lucas up?"

His face seemed to drop slightly. No doubt he was disappointed I mentioned his brother instead of giving him attention. "Yeah. Yeah, he is. He's having breakfast. Why?"

I shrugged. "I need to speak to him."

"About?" he asked, raising a dark eyebrow.

I dropped my voice to a whisper. "About what happened between us the other day."