Bewitch Me [Book 1 & 2, The Witch's Fate]

Book 1. Chapter One - Missing Lola

Isabelle

As always, my parents were in the living room screaming at each other, arguing over the silliest and funniest things.

Can you imagine, they once argued over a dollar, pretty absurd right?

Being the only girl in my family with no other siblings, this had become the new normal for me. Groaning and flying past their fists were ridiculously useless, because they'd never for once hear me out, or make attempts to. To them, I had no opinions in choosing between the rights from the wrongs, like I was some kind of helpless kid.

Sometimes, I wonder how they got married in the first place. I know it's obvious that the negative would always attract the positive, especially if they're polar opposites, but I don't think these two are any different from the other. They are both negatives, if that's even making any sense, and that's why things aren't ever going to work out between them.

Their chemistry is just one hell of a mistake; they would simply be awarded for the position of being 'The World's Most Controlling Obnoxious Parents'. Everyday, I go on my knees and pray to the big man up there to never make me anything like them. After that, I make myself look nothing like them, starting with my dressing, my accent, my words and other habits, even though we're all unalike in looks.

Which is sorta strange though. Aren't I supposed to have at least one similar feature from them? Well, I'm happy I don't anyways, or it would've been a great disaster.

As their arguments start to heat up, I insert the readied purplish pink earplugs in my ears and rolled my eyes. I knew this would come in handy, thank goodness I listened to my guts.

Silently, I watched as the duet kept throwing fists at each other and pointing fingers at each other's throats. Sighing in disappointment, I scrunched my face when I realized how their tainted spits would be dancing through the air with delight.

I'm not definitely not going to be the one to clean up this time, mum would've to do it. I don't think I would be able to stand the smell and sight.

I just need something to distract me, in the meantime, they would just ignore me and come back to their senses.

Groaning one more time at the terrible mess, I grabbed my cellphone and furiously swiped through the music playlists displayed on the screen, while replacing one of the earplugs with an earpiece. The cover of a platinum lady in an icy blue gown smirking at me like she knew what was going on in my mind suddenly caught my attention.

Bingo. It happens to be one of my favorite motivational songs from Disney, Let It Go by Idina Mendel. Frozen, it is then! I clicked the file and crossed my legs as the music started humming in my ears then directly into my soul. Alas, some drowning distraction.

What I loved in this song was that, the teenage girl broke the rules to be who she ought to be, even when the things of her past came after her, she was strong.. She was so confident that she needed no man by her side and she indeed did not. It's truly hard to believe that such a lady could be fearless and determined despite her dominant weaknesses and fears.

Well, I wanna be just like her.

No more rules, no rights, no wrong . . . total freedom!

Actually, I'm like seventeen years of age now being used to all these, so yeah . . . these were mere wishes. I've long given up on freedom two years ago, when everything that went on in the family became a regular sighting.

Not that of a big deal anymore.

Though, as a result of the torturous abuses from my parents, I became a bully-more of the rebellious one in school. Yes, my parents showers me with goodies and some other nice stuffs, basically everything I needed to survive-but specifically not love or care, it's actually kinda the opposite.