Cursed

7

Three is such a weird number. As it takes only three seconds to start a race, three minutes to make an important decision, and in our case, three days to change the life we once knew.

I looked at the guy under my bed sheets, still unconscious from the beating he received. I had mixed feelings as I looked at him. On one hand, I wanted to kill him. Get rid of his existence and just go back to the old routine we were blessed to have. I missed the mysterious outlook I had on my past. On the other hand, I wanted to understand him. There seemed to be many layers that covered him. And I wanted to know them. But knowledge came with a price, one that I wasn't sure I was ready to pay.

His peacefully closed eyelids snapped open. "Nova" he managed to say and regretted it immediately from the pain that shot through his body. I just looked at him, the moonlight from the open window gave me a better view of his features. He probably had a few broken bones, his face was swollen and suffered from numerous wounds, his hair had some unwashed blood in it and his left eye was barely open from the swollen wound covering it.

He tried to get up fighting the pain he felt. "That's a bad idea" I simply said as I turned back to the open window.

"Nova, please hear me out" he begged.

"I have no interest in hearing your lies" I answered blankly.

"I would never lie to you" he argued and I heard him wince as he tried to get up.

"Stop it with this bullshit" I turned to him and forced him down. He groaned from the pain as I gripped on his broken shoulder. I may have agreed to not killing him but I had no intention in treating him well.

As I turned around in an attempt to leave the room, his hand held into me. It was obvious that the activity caused him so much pain from his shaking lips and sweaty forehead. Or simply from the pain I could feel bursting from him.

"Please just hear me out" his pleads were now heard. I don't know whether it was curiosity or another feeling I had yet time to admit, but I sat down next to him as a sudden sympathy took over me.I brushed his hand off causing him more pain as I waited him to speak.

"I had nothing to do with brother's disappearance" he argued which made me scoff and attempt to leave.

"No wait" he stopped me again. His hands were placed on both my cheeks this time forcing me to look at him.

His touch somewhat felt familiar. It made me feel a weird sensation, one that I wanted to be gone. Before I could manage to brush him off, he spoke. "I had nothing to do with Johnny's disappearance"

I don't know what came over me at that moment. It wasn't a feeling. It was something I couldn't explain.

Because as I looked at his soft grey eyes, as his steady breath brushed the tip of my nose, as his skin warmed mine, I believed him.

I believed him for no apparent reason, it was a blind impact he held on me. I just knew that his words were true. That he indeed had nothing to do with my brother's disappearance. And it strangely gave me a sense of relief.

I let go of a breath I didn't realize I was holding. And as I knew that one detail, I felt the urge to know more. I wanted to believe other words he said. I needed the faith he gave me, the strange sensation he gave me was all I needed.

His grey eyes stared at me, uncovering my soul; they seemed to look past the walls I built around me. I felt so nude under his stare. And instead of covering up, I wanted him to see more, as he felt closer to me than anyone ever was.

A sudden knock on the door delivered me of his spell. Yes, I believed it was a spell he held on me. I refused to believe nothing else would be the reason behind such strong impact.

"Miss Wild, your father is expecting you in his office" Gerard announced as he walked into the room.

I didn't answer him, nor did I break eye contact with Seth Morgan. I enjoyed that moment a little further before standing up, allowing his hands to fall numbly at both sides.

"Keep an eye on him" I told Gerard as I walked away. "And treat his wounds" I added before heading to my father's office.

On the way all I could think about were those grey eyes, they seemed to hunt me, following me now that my mind is mesmerized by the color. I shook my head before entering the office. There stood my father, mother and brother.

The book of spells that was in my drawer once was opened on the desk they were gathered around.

I looked at the page where strange words were scripted, Latin was a language that none of us understood. Except for aunt Meredith.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I found this page missing from the book" my father started pointing at the page placed neatly over his desk. "I started looking for it when I found it in one of Meredith's drawer" he added.

"Why would she take a page out of her book and put it in the drawer?" my mother asked.

"Because it's the spell that got us locked here" he answered.

"You mean that aunt Meredith did this? She cursed us?" I asked furiously.

"I believe so" he replied.

"Why would she do such a thing? This doesn't make any sense" my brother argued.

"I don't know, what I know is that she is the only one to understand these signs and I found the paper at her disposal" my mother sat down after the rush of information thrown her way.

"Not only that" My father added. "The shadows in town aren't deceased people, they are guardians" his words were supported by the pictures next to the words on the paper.

"What are they guarding?" My brother asked.

"I don't know, I can't understand everything that's written down. I only know that they're here for a purpose" my father answered.

"What if they're not necessarily guarding us?" My mother asked.

"They're stopping us from leaving" I stated finishing her idea. "Think of it, the moment Johnny said he remembered something, the shadows took him away, they don't want us to remember the reason that got us here in first place, they want to stop us from remembering or ever leaving this place" I added.

I didn't believe the words that left my mouth, yet it all made sense. The facts fell right into their place. Like pieces of a puzzle, with one missing piece to allow us to see the big picture. And that piece was Seth Morgan.

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