Tainted Hearts

Chapter 32

I stood on my porch not moving. I was frozen, stuck. I couldn't step inside, I wouldn't.
That would mean that I was forever alone.

Julie was there but she wasn't there there. She lived two hours away grieving over my fathers deth. I had no family that I knew of.

Father dead, mother dead.

Orphan

I had no siblings. Grew up as an only child. Unfortunate really. The thing was that I couldn't remember a thing before being in the hostpital.

I was starting off fresh.

This was a new start for me. I could be the new Clara Stevens.

I wouldn't be two girl who lost her father and mother tragically. That all would be left behind.
I wouldn't have to walk by and receive stares and apologetic looks from people in town.

I could bound down the street happy as I could be and receive waves and 'hellos'.

This would be my second chance. Do something with my life. Achieve something, accomplish anything.

I could do anything or be anything.

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I barreled into the small coffe shop and was met with the smell of coffee.

It smelled amazing and I sniffed the air because I wanted a cup. There were large shelves lined to the brim with books.

Magazines scattered across the tables. It was all compelling. I made my way to the cashier and ordered a frappe chino.

The kind woman smiled and said it would be done shortly. I said a 'Thanks' and made my way to the mahogany table.

I sat in the plush seat and held back a sigh of content and relaxation.

The lady whose name was Donna brought my cup to me.

"Thankyou" I said while taking a sip.

It was delicious. It had blended chocolate chip and was drizzled with caramel and chocolate.

My favorite.

"I'm glad you like it. It's on the house," she said dismissing my attempt to tell her otherwise.

She gave me a look that told me that I should accept her generosity.

That meant that she knew. Why else would she offer it on the house?

I was already a step in my direction of the new me. I felt the weight on my shoulders again.
Just when u thought it was gone it was back yet again. Just like a cobra ready to strike.

Yet I felt horrible. I can't just forget my parents like that. I can't forget what I know and flush it down the drain.

Am I that evil?

"You're not you know," Donna said.

"Not what?" I asked confused of what she had asked me.

"Evil," she muttered while avoiding my eyes. She fixated her attention on the small clock above the entrance door.

Tick tock

It repeated. Over and over again.

How did she know that?

" I know that because I'm a witch. I can read your mind because of a crafty spell I performed a while back. 'Dimetros Lotos' it was called" she said while gaining the courage to look me in the eyes.

Her eyes held knowledge and power. Mine would contain sorrow and pain.

Two words I hated as of now.