Primal Inheritance: Freedom [COMPLETED]

Chapter 10: Regret

Samantha

I turned around, and my dad, was standing behind me. He looked... young. Better than I'd seen him in years. His clothes, the clean, white, buttoned down shirt had the sleeves rolled up. His black pants had perfect creases, and he had a mysterious red gem on his belt buckle.

"You...Dad... you died." I was scared and in shock. The last time I'd seen him, we were fighting with magic. I was fighting for my freedom, my right to leave and save myself from the curse. I won, but only because the curse just started to take its toll on him.
"I hate you." He snarled. "You're not my daughter. Come back, and I'll kill you."

He died 6 months after that encounter. I heard he died of a heart attack. But here he was, living and breathing, looking younger than he ever did during my lifetime.

"Baby, give me the necklace." He asked, raising his hand to me. "No," I regained my voice, and started to feel anger creeping up my throat. "Why do you want this damn necklace? Why the hell are you still alive?!"

"Now don't you raise your voice at me. Girl give me that necklace. It's old. Worn out. There's better ones in momma's dresser. Ask her to get you a better one."

He made a grab for the necklace. I snatched my hand back, and let the mirror fade away. It was taking too much energy to keep it up, especially since Donna already wounded me. I moved out the way, and Allen moved fast, getting in-between me and my father.

"She wants the necklace, let her keep the necklace." Allen's voice was firm, and I was sure he was trying to make up for letting Donna hurt me. My dad's face went from an irritated frown to a fit of fury.

"BOY YOU BETTER GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FACE!" he roared. He punched Allen and he went flying. Donna, for some reason, caught Allen, and glared at our father.
"Sam, he is NOT our father! He's nothing but a manifestation of the curse, trying to hold us forever!"

It was unbelievable how fast she had changed her perspective. Maybe, seeing our Mother's pain made her realize I was right.
I had no time to think about it, because our father/the curse grabbed me by the shoulders and slammed me against the wall. I almost blacked out from the pain.
I had almost no magic left in me. Mostly because I was hiding within Allen.

I thought I was about to be killed, but he just forced my hand open, and took the necklace. "Good girl," he cackled. This is all I needed. He burst into a flash of smoke, and it folded in on itself until nothing remained.
"Damn it!" I screamed. That was it only chance!" I collapsed to my knees and sobbed. We were all doomed. There's nothing else I could do.

Donna came to comfort me, and so did Allen. He was rubbing his jaw, trying to put it back in place, I guess? Anyway, he popped his neck and squatted down to be face to face with me. "That bastard can throw a punch." He said.

Donna wiped the blood from his busted lip and healed his face. "You can take a punch too," she said, smiling at him. He sort of ignored her, and started looking around.
"Sam, What did you tell me about this house?" I didn't understand why he was bringing this up. "I said that everything in it was made by the curse and our family's greed."
"Exactly." He said.
"Now I have another question. Besides the cul-de-sac outside, can the magic leave this house?"

I was completely lost. "Al, what does this have to do with-"
"I get it!" Donna shrieked, laughing. She shook his shoulders and called him a genius. He looked scared for his life.
"Ok, ok," I said, trying to free him from my dying, demon looking sister. "Anybody going to tell me what's going on?"