"Spirits of Air, Earth, Fire, and Sea
Converge together, set thy angel free
From my tongue, I send this rhyme
In hopes that my offering appeases time
Cast aside morals, see what is near
Make a quick judgment, bring death here
Evils extinguished, pu...
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"Wh-What?" I stammered. My heart began to pound in my chest. Had the spell worked already?
Her words came out muffled as she grabbed tightly on to me. I looked behind her in a daze, only to see my stepfather appear from around the corner. "And where were you last night?" he spat. The rage was clear on his face, unshed tears still brimming in his eyes, teeth clenching.
I gave him the excuse that I had rehearsed in my head, "I was at my friend's house last night. We had to work on a school project that's due on Monday." A moment of silence passed between us. "I'm sorry about Joe. I...I don't know what to say." I turned my eyes away from him, hoping to hide the emotions that were now consuming me.
Surprise, happiness, relief, and an ever so small amount of fear. Fear for what happens now. The pact was complete; the deal had been made. Now, what of the payment?
He scoffed, "Of course you don't. It's your fault he's even dead."
My mother turned around and gasped, "Gerald, stop. You don't mean that."
"No Nat, she deserves to know." His gaze flicked back to me. "Your brother was out looking for you all night. He was so concerned when you didn't come home, that he took it upon himself to go find you. And now look where he's ended up."
Huh? There was not a moment in that disgusting mans life where he had cared about me. Anger washed over me, coursing through me like a poison. "I never asked you or anybody else to come find me. You treat me like a child and I'm sick of this shit. I'm sorry for your loss and all, but do not pretend like he ever cared about me. If you only knew the things he-" I stopped right there, not wanting to spill the tea just yet.
I had hinted many times to my mom about the kind of monster Joe was, only for it to fall on deaf ears. She would constantly excuse his behavior or simply not believe that he could ever commit such atrocities.
"Excuse me?!" he shouted, hands clenching at his side. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to? Don't forget exactly whose roof you're living under."
I looked at my mother, her eyes glued to the floor, and then back at the man only a few feet in front of me. "I'm leaving. I don't need to be here." I needed to get as far away as I could right now, at least for the time being. I could feel the toxicity in the air.
I ran back up the stairs, brushing shoulders with my mom, and stomped into my room. If I had stayed any longer I knew I was going to end up saying something I wouldn't be able to come back from. Emotions were fragile right now and despite the fact that my stepdad wasn't my favorite person, he was nowhere near as bad as his demon seed.
I grabbed my backpack, throwing it onto the bed, and shoved my phone in my pocket. I packed my computer, and enough clothes and supplies to last me the weekend. After checking if the coast was clear, I hastily made my way down the stairs and out the front door.
