I slam the door behind me, flinching at the noise's effect on my headache. My mind has been going nonstop for a way to escaepe Horvath's grip on me and my life. Taking an extra shift to skip training didn't help at all, because his wrath and harsh hand would be increased when I came in tomorrow, trying to catch me up on what I missed.
I didn't want to train anymore. Don't get me wrong, I loved learning new things, especially how to use this new power found inside me, but not in the way my 'master' was teaching me to use it.
And sure, I wanted to train still, but not with Horvath.
I take a deep breath and press a finger to my temple, walking into my bedroom and dumping my stuff. I was hungry, yet so tired. Eventually my stomach's evil growls win and I leave my bedroom, feeling half alive. I rub my face as I enter the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out a package of strawberries. I sensed another person in the room, expecting Darcie's annoying voice to ask about homeschooling. The problem about Horvath's lie is that she's never home, so it would kill at Darcie's life and she would be irritable.
That is, if she even tried. Either she knows it was fake, or she already forgot, being that kind of person.
"Sera." A man's voice comes from the living room. My heart lurches and I spin around, strawberries falling from my hand and hitting the floor, plastic carton making noises.
"What are you doing here?" I ask Dave. I make a plasma ball in my panic and he watches it, an almost sad look on his face.
"Are you going to kill me, Morgana?" He asks, his tone with the soft undertone of a joke. I gulp.
"Not unless I have to, Merlin" I reply, sad that our relationship came to this.
"Comforting." He states, holding his hands up to show no harm, taking a step closer.
"Don't move. Why are you here?" I ask.
"I didn't expect you to keep the note." He comments under his breath, eyes looking at my counter. I throw the plasma, only for him to catch it and hold it instead.
"Why are you here?" I ask for the third time.
"I came to try to open your eyes. Balthazar told me not to come, but I couldn't see you throw your life away to those power hungry sorcerers." He exclaims.
"Don't you think I know that? Don't you think I understand what I've gotten into, and how I can't escape? My life was made out for me before I could see who was the real enemy, but I can't do a thing about it!" I raise my voice, pent up frustration and fear spilling out.
"Yes you can. There are people who will help you get through this! You are not the person who gave you your power-"
"That doesn't stop people from expecting me to be her!" I hiss, making another plasma ball. He catches it when I throw it again, absorbing the energy as I make more.
"They expect me to hate humans. I've seen their beauty, and their faults! I've grown up with them, lived with them! Stayed among them before I knew what I was supposed to be and didn't care! I'm supposed to be strong. I'm supposed to be cruel. I'm supposed to be superior. I can live through bullies. I can live through rough treatment. I can live through all the world's hatred, but I can't do this, Dave!" I cry, shooting plasma after plasma when he walks closer to me, suddenly enveloping me in his arms when I break down, crying into his comforting sweatshirt. He simply holds me as I sob out my frustration and anxiety, both of us sinking to the ground until we were on our knees, my hands tightly gripping his arms and shoulders.
"It's okay. Everything will be okay." He consoles softly. I fall in love with his carefulness, his soft heart and passiveness as I turn into a mess in his arms. I don't even find the strength to argue with him as tears burn down my cheeks and absorb into the fabric of his shirt, sobs racking my body with a child-like fear gripping my nerves. He holds me when I don't want to stand anymore, showing a tender side of him I only witnessed around animals and favorite old people with him.
