Chapter 19

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Chapter 19

"Chelsey, we want to talk to you." My mom's voice woke me up the next morning. I opened my eyes to see both of my parents.

"What do you need?"

"We know you're fighting Tiffany soon and we want to help." My dad sat on the edge of the bed.

"I thought you didn't care."

"You're our daughter, Chelsey. We love you." My mom brushed the hairs out of my face.

"In the living room, I heard those thing you said about me and Tiffany."

"We only said those things because we thought you were turning into Tiffany. You're not, though. You've always been a better person than she is." My dad explained.

"How can you help me?" I asked.

"We can help you prepare." My mom suggested.

"We can also help you with your spells." My dad added. "How much have you learned?"

"Nothing compared to Tiffany."

"Tiffany wasn't into school. I doubt she has that many memorized."

"You just need to use the ones that have to do with the mind. Your sister had probably studied those the most." My dad handed me my spell book.

I read through it and looked at my parents. "What should I do?"

"Practice it us." My mom directed me.

I shook my head. "I couldn't."

"It won't hurt us." My dad said. I studied them for a second and looked at the spell.

"Vultus in mente." Suddenly, I was in their minds. I wasn't controlling them, but I knew what was going on in their heads. They were worried about me and Tiffany fighting. They wondered if I had the heart to kill her.

"It'll be okay. I'm sure I can handle myself."

"Just be careful." My mom warned. They left the room. I read through the book some more. I knew I was ready for my sister. I could defend myself. She wasn't going to win. There was only one thing that caused me to doubt myself. The fact that Tiffany was my sister. There was something about family that gives a person a feeling of unconditional love. No matter what, I'd always love her. I wondered if she felt the same way about me. She was trying to kill me, so I guess not. Either way, I'm not going to be the one to die.

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