Half Witch And Half Wolf

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

No. Fucking. Way. He was dead? How? Was I hearing right?

“Rose?” Layla said.

“Yea?” I said quietly.

“Jake wants you at the office right now.”

“Okay.” I hung up. I gulped and I felt nothing. Jessica looked at me apologetically.

“Let’s go.” She said. “Do you want me to come with you?” I nodded. We walked slowly to the principal’s office, not saying a word to each other. We met Jake, Layla, and even Chloe there. They didn’t question why Jessica was with me though. Layla’s eyes were red and her makeup was smudged so I can tell she was crying. They told me how step-dad died.

During the honeymoon between dad and Chloe, they went to Salem, Massachusetts. What they didn’t know was that there was this event called the Salem Witch Trials that happened there in the 1600s and the witches were despised there because the witches actually accuse the humans and brainwashed the little girls. So the wolves found out they were there and killed dad when he tried to protect Chloe. What a stupid way to die. When Jake told the story, I didn’t cry. I wanted to, but I acted strong. A little bit too strong.

“I should’ve never crossed the borderline.” Chloe sobbed. I was disgusted with looking at her face. I couldn’t stand it.

“Can I go home?” I said. “I want some time alone.”

“Yea.” Jake said. “Jess, can you go make sure she makes it home?”

“Okay.” She said. So, we went to my house. I open the door and she followed me “Can I stay? I don’t feel like going to school.”

“Sure.” I say. I go to the fridge and tossed her a can of Arizona Ice Tea.

“Is this a low-class drink?” She asks and opens it. She drank it and said, “It’s okay, I guess.”

“It’s a middle-class drink, not low. My mom use to get this for us all the time before she gave in to my high-class step-dad.

“Oh, I see.” She says and takes another sip. “How do you feel?”

“Feel about what?”

“I mean- You’ve already lost your parents and you only have your real dad left. I don’t know what it’s like losing someone because no one cares about me.”

“Sad, but, I know dad wouldn’t want to see me crying because it’s weakness in his eyes.”

“Oh.”

“What do you mean nobody cares for you? What about your family?”

“You remember what I said earlier today? My parents don’t care about me. My brother is in college and he doesn’t care about me either. My ‘friends’ think I’m a bitch and I think they talk shit about me behind my back. So really, I don’t have anybody there for me.”

“I’ll be there for you.”

“Okay.” She lightly smiled. “I envy you sometimes.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Because why?”

“Just because.” I hated when people did that. She noticed and smirked. I rolled my eyes and went to my room. She followed me. I unlocked my door and slump down on the bed. Jessica examines the room. “You do witch craft?” She asked and pointed to my giant cliché witch pot and a desk next to it with a recipe book and spells and such and such. There were glass tubes on the shelves and a big giant stick in the middle of the pot.