His Perfect Daughter

Chapter 17

Sitting up and stretching her arms, Hope let out a yawn. She stood up and glanced at the clock, 10:45am it read. It's too quiet. She noted as she began to climb down the stairs and confirm her suspicion. Yup. I knew it. Dad is gone. Hope sighed. Probably went to that stupid place. She thought, bitterly. Oh well. I have plans anyway. I need to talk to Shilah, well, Helena, about what I saw...if she spelled it..and some other stuff I can't think of right now. Plus...I want her to spell it again so I can...see the rest. She thought with a blush spreading across her face, embarrassed.

Hope ran up the stairs, removed her clothes, and changed rapidly; not caring what she was wearing. As soon as she was done, she chanted the relocation spell and like magic, appeared at the Bayou. Smells just as bad as ever. She commented.

"Oh you. What do ya want?" Shilah questioned, surprised by her unexpected arrival.

"Since we've already been through this, I'm just going to say everything that's in my head." Hope stated as she continued. "You spelled the journals didn't you? There's an expiration on how long it lasts so I'm guessing you wanted me to come back. I don't know why. And I already know the answer but you're that girl aren't you? The first time he went in that place. There was a girl there with him and his mom. You were that servant. You're Helena. But how come my dad doesn't recognize you? He doesn't forget anything considering what he is. And if he did...it would be minor stuff. But not you. Not what happened there. Then again, I couldn't see everything. Which is why I'm here. I want you to spell the journals again but no expiration time. Or else no deal." She shrugged, crossing her arms, and looking directly at Shilah.

"Ow-wii. Aren't you something? Sounding just like your daddy." Shilah laughed. "I did and yes. I wanted you to come back and tell me you wanted to see the rest. Since ya passed, you get to see the rest. But I'm warning ya, none of that shit ain't pretty. But now those journals I gave ya are your responsibility. Yes, I am. I was that servant girl. He might have a witch gene but his gene is permanently deactivated so it has it's limits. As you can see, well..you already saw through my disguise since you're a witch. I've decided...I'm not hiding anymore. I'm going by Helena again. The next time your daddy sees me, he's gonna be seeing her. And everyone else who ain't a witch. No problem. Deal." She grabbed the bag and chanted an inaudible spell, handing the bag back to Hope with a grin. "Done. See ya kid. I got stuff to do."

"T-th-anks" Was all Hope could get out before Shil-no...Helena transformed into a wolf and ran off. That was easier than I thought. Well remember the deal? Who knows if that's going to be just as easy. I mean, why would a stranger, especially one who has problems with my dad, give me all this knowledge. Hope questioned. This seems just as fishy as it did the first time...but I can't help. I wan to know more. I want to see more. So oh well. The consequences be damned. She shrugged off as she chanted a spell bringing her back home.

I seriously have to fill Khoudia in on the details! We haven't talked since that incident not including the posts she would comment on. Actually..come to think of it. She hasn't been as active on No Judgement Zone for a few days now ever since we went to that place. What's going on with her? I better text her just in case. Hope thought, grabbing her phone from the desk and finding Khoudia's number, sending her a text.

WolfGirl: Hey, just wanted to text you and make sure if everything is alright on that end.

KarismaK: Oh yeah definitely! Don't worry yourself over nothing girl. I'm doing well. What about you?

WolfGirl: Haha okay. I just wanted to make sure. You already know. Same old same old.

KarismaK: Anything new? Any details?