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Forty Three

Addie's P.O.V.

I used to dream of super heroes, witches, vampires, werewolves, fairies, and mermaids existing. I'd gone through different phases. From the ages of four to eight, I believed in fairies and superheroes. From the ages of nine to twelve, I believed in witches and mermaids.

Then, I became obsessed with the idea of vampires and werewolves from ages thirteen to fifteen. Just before I turned sixteen, I'd thought about all of this, and how silly I'd been. Magical and supernatural worlds didn't exist, or so I had assumed.

Come on though. If I actually believed in all of that, I would've been seen as a crazy person. My parents would've sent me to a mental hospital or something. Now, I know that those worlds are real, and they do exist. I'm half human, half sorceress. I have powers, and I could be turning dark at this very moment. I can't help but think though...maybe it would be better if I hadn't known about all of this.

I would be sitting in my own place right now, studying for all of my tests and making straight A's like I normally did. I was a good student. I always studied and turned in everything early. I didn't always participate as much as I probably should've, but I knew what I had to do and I always remained organized. My social and school lives were balanced. Throw magic into it, and now everything seems jumbled.

I should be worrying about keeping my grades up and passing my classes. I shouldn't have to worry about Gemma's lies, family secrets, going dark, or dying after falling in love. Who knew admitting your feelings for a boy would have so many consequences? He's not just any ordinary boy though; he's dead, and he's been dead for many years.

Although, I recently found out that I've been alive for much longer than him. How can I possibly understand all of this in one night? Or is it already morning? I don't even know what time it is. I've received a lot of information about the past. I never thought I'd be more anxious about learning the past than knowing what lies ahead in my future.

I had so many questions before, but all of them are in the shadow of one question that's clung to my mind. How does Xavier know all of this if he was imprisoned? Does this mean that Evelyn had released him earlier than any of us had known? When he was released, was he stalking me or something?

"Xavier," I spoke his name with an austere expression. He had been talking to Gemma while Zayn had been staring out in space, but I got his attention in an instant. "Yes?" "How do you know everything about me?" It just sounded so...I don't know, creepy?

"You've been paying attention," he observed with a smile. I didn't bother returning the smile and he awkwardly explained. "Gemma has been watching both you and Zayn since you first met Zayn. I know this as well, because...Gemma has been keeping records." Uh, what?

He sighed, "She has diaries, and she's been writing down everything she knows and everything she's found out. Evelyn released me years before you began to age again, Addie. My goal was to find Gemma, of course, I never told her though. While she was preoccupied with learning more about your relationship with Zayn, I was preoccupied with her inner thoughts kept within diaries."

Gemma gasped and that's when I wanted to smile. She deserved to feel violated; that's how I felt when she controlled my body and brought me here. It actually hurts to think of her as a sister, because I would never want a sister who acts and thinks so inhumanely. Cecilia is more of a sister to me than Gemma is. I wish it was different though.

"Gemma has known everything all along," Zayn realized with hatrid in his deep, British voice. "What do you mean?" I asked him softly. He caressed my face gently and I wanted to shiver. When he gazed at me like that, I felt as though I was transported into another world. A world for just me and him. If only that were possible. Instead, we have to deal with my troublesome sister.

"Xavier was right when he said that you've been undoing the curse. Gemma had been trying to lie and make us believe that the curse didn't work on you, probably because of the fact that you're related. She didn't have to lie about that, she just wanted to because she was bored."

My eyes flickered to Gemma's slightly embarrassed features. I would've thought she was beautiful if not for the fact that she is unsightly and very disappointing on the inside. "A thought just occured to me. Since you and Gemma never had a child together, does that mean her bloodline isn't cursed as well? I had been taught that both bloodlines were cursed, but it seems as though all of that information has proven to be inaccurate."

Zayn sounded livid, but I would be too. The stories of Gemma's past were passed through his family for generations. He was taught everything by his mother, and every time he speaks of her, I can just see how much he misses her. To think that what she told him was wrong, and that she'll never know the truth...it's awful.

"You're correct. Her bloodline was never cursed. There's also something else you should know. I've never told anyone about this, but I know that Gemma knew," Xavier hesitated. I glanced at Zayn and he was already staring at me. He gave me a small smile when he knew he'd been caught. Even in serious situations like this, Zayn can be totally adorable.

"I had, er, I had sex with Evelyn a year before I met Gemma. I had gotten Evelyn pregnant, but she hadn't told me because of everything that happened with Gemma. Her mother made her give the child away. The reason why I know all of this is because of Gemma's diaries. Quite a terrible way to find out that you have a child."

"I read more and found out that we'd had a boy. Evelyn is your great, great grandmother, Zayn." I breathed a sigh of relief as that answered more of the questions Zayn probably had. More proof of how terrible Gemma is just keeps piling up.

A moment of silence arose and I broke it by yawning. I really am exhausted. I need sleep. Xavier pushed a chair over to me and I sat down immediately. I didn't realize how long I'd been standing up. I leaned back into the chair and Zayn put his arm around my shoulders as he stood beside me.

"I wish it was different," I stated calmly. "What?" Zayn murmured. "Gemma," I whispered, and her eyes snapped to my face. I searched her face for any sort of regret, but I could find none. She didn't understand how much her actions had impacted all of us. Zayn was completely right; she's selfish.

"I wish it was different," I repeated. She cocked her head to one side and I frowned. "I wish you were a better person, Gemma. I wish you were the type of older sister that I could look up to, but all I see is a girl who was never taught control. One who made mistakes, but doesn't even face the facts. There are those who are blind, and then there are those who choose not to see."

She was family, yet at the same time, she wasn't family. Family members love each other. I would try to love her, but I didn't know if she would love me at all. I didn't even know if she loved Harry either. We're a broken family because of her. Me, Harry, and Anne can fix it, but a part of me will always know that there's a piece missing because of Gemma's absence.

So, again...I just simply wish it was different.

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It's really sad to think about how Gemma screwed it all up. Addie clearly wants to see if Gemma can change, but it's been so long already and Gemma hasn't changed at all.

So, I know you might freak out on me...but....there's only around 10 more chapters left of this story.

Don't kill me! I just didn't want it to be super long. Should I make a sequel?

BTW, for those of you who are starting school soon like me, good luck! If you've already started school, how's it going so far? Everyone's been saying it sucks. I know it probably will for me too.

-Izzy