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Chapter 3: Dark Evil

Chace's car was small, but sportsy. It was bright red and I was scared to open the door because it might shatter to a million tiny glossy pieces. 

"Get in and buckle up," Chace said, grinning slightly as he climbed in the driver's side. I slid into the car and buckled up, careful not to get any of Cmy congealed blood on his leather seats.

"So, they beat you up pretty bad," he said, turning down the radio.

"Peer pressure," I said, not wanting to throw Katie under the bus. By the looks of Chace, I assumed he was the guy that all her friends, including herself, giggled over and if they found out that he had given me a ride home, more beatings would surely come my way.

"You don't have to block me out," He said, keeping his eyes straight ahead on the road.

I couldn't help but laugh. One of the people I considered one of the "perfects" that got everything they wanted in life was asking me to open up to them. It was comical.

"Just let me out of the car," I said. 

"Did I say something wrong?" He muttered.

"Nope, you're just like everyone else," I said and I stomped out of the car and towards my house. Chace wasted no time and drove away like the typical pretty boy would do, I rolled my eyes and turned down my driveway leading to my house.

My house was two stories, and old. Most of the wood on it looked like it was soon to rot away, but that was the way my mother had preferred it so she left it. When my father died, it wasn't like much work was to be done on it anyway.

I pushed open the front door and put my bookbag down in the hallway, the smell of herbs and honey danced on my nose.  My mom was what you'd call old school Indian. She believed in harvesting power from Mother Earth, and worshipped her only.

"How was school, dear?" She asked as I stepped into the living room and saw that she was burning sage all around the room.

"Katie...she hit me," I mumbled.

My mother turned around, her black as night hair whipping around her, and took three long steps towards me so that she could run her hands over my face that was bruised and cut.

"Those children know nothing of the vengance of our ancestors, they will get what's coming to them," She said, turning to a shelf and pulling out a small jar of jelly looking stuff that she applied to the wounded areas on my face.

"Why are you burning sage?" I asked, sniffing the aroma in the air again.

"There is a dark evil coming, and I fear for your soul," she said, putting the jar back in the shelf and turning to me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, sitting down on the couch.

"You need to ask the Earth Mother to protect you, because I will not have the strength to do so," my mother said, and that one statement made my stomach drop.