Enchantress

First Attack

A/N At the side is a picture of Layla 

I slyly snuck into the main foyer, quietly closing the door behind me.

"Excuse me young lady, where in the world were you?" My "mom" screamed, crossing her arms over her chest and her cheeks puffing out. 

I bit my lip, setting my backpack down on the floor. "Answer your Mother, Valerie." My Dad ordered me, standing besides her. This was one of the few times they actually got along, protecting me. 

"Chase drove me home." I told them.

My mom's mouth gaped open and she glanced at my Dad who pouted his mouth and shrugged. "Oh, well then that's fine. Just don't do it again." My Dad said, pointing his finger at me. 

"Wait," I said, tapping them on the shoulder as they started to leave. "so my ex boyfriend can drive me home, but not Quinn or Eric?" I tried to supress my smile knowing the true reason behind their decision. 

"Ex boyfriend?" My Mom asked. I nodded. She looked over at my Dad again who's eyes when crossed eyed in anxiety. 

"We've known Chase's parents or awhile, they're good people. Now go upstairs and start your homework." My Dad put his hand on my Mom's back and pulled her into the kitchen. 

I smiled to myself creeping up the first steps on the large spiral mahogany staircase. I sat down on the red carpet that trailed up the stairs and gripped the railing in my hands listening in on their conversation. 

"You need to call Chase." My Mom hissed. 

"Why now? Why all the sudden is he starting to do his job?" My Dad struggled to keep his voice steady.

"They must be coming for her." My mom shrieked. 

"Did you see any marks on her?" 

"I'll check later, but let's just keep this a secret for as long as we can. It's safer for her to not know her identity." 

I ran up the stairs, this entire time I had thought they were crazy for being over protective. What about Layla? Who was she? Who really were my parents? I shook my head and trudged up the stairs turning left into the torquoise hallway that was brightly lit by a floor lenght window at the end of the hall, and various flower pots and family portraits spinkled along the walls. I studied our most recent family photo and shivered. I didn't really know who my family was. After all these years of never going on vacations, or being able to have playdates, and not being able to try out for the acapella group at school. I stepped onto the light pink carpet in my room and closed the door behind me, banging my head softly on the white wood. 

"This sucks." I muttered. 

"Funny that's what I was just thinking." A velvety voice whispered from behind me. 

I jumped and turned around to stare into the man from last night, Channing Tatum as I liked to call him, who was perched on the edge of my bed nonchalantly picking his finger nails. He smiled at me and I struggled to avoid his piercing gaze. I leaned against my doorframe, slowly reaching for the doorknob.

"Who-who are you?" I stuttered leaning my back against the door, my heart pounding loudly in my chest and my palms beginning to sweat.

He smiled, holding up his hand and I braced myself to scream when I heard the soft click of the lock on my bedroom door. "Have a seat." He pointed towards the chair besides my desk. I walked tenatively over and sat down feeling his eyes upon me the entire time. He smiled. 

"What-what do you want?" My voice croaked, a bead of sweat dripping down my forehead.

"I think you already know the answer to that, sweetie." He walked over towards me, his black robe dragging along my carpet and his striking features making it hard to look away. He lightly caressed my cheek and I shrank back against my desk. "So-hopeless and innocent." He smirked, his rough hands dragging along my cheek. I gulped my eyes stinging with water.