A Witch's Scorn

Chapter Four

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What do you do when your life is over? What do you do when you are cast out into the cold world, without anyone to turn too? What is a fourteen year old, pregnant girl supposed to do?

I had absolutely no friends I could turn too, everyone hated me. The only family I knew of was my Grandmother, and only Lord knows where she is. I had absolutely nowhere to go. My old life was gone, up in smoke, literally. It was not hard for me to grasp. I hated my old life, I hated every day of misery I had to endure. But I still was crying.

I was not crying because of what happened. My father’s death did not bring the tears to my eyes. It was fear, fear of myself. I had kill two people with such ease, with such precision. I had only come into these witch powers, and didn’t know how to use them, but I had easily killed them. Mother was right, my power certainly was rooted in my rage. But what frightened me the most was that I enjoyed it.

Seeing Isabelle trembling and convulsing in pain, it brought me joy. I could feel nothing but pleasure in the fact that I finally shut her up. And father. I bet he wished he never treated me bad now. I bet he wished that he treated me like a real daughter. I bet he wished he showed me some type of love.

Don’t let it get to you. Don’t let the flame of hatred consume you. You will lose yourself if you do.

I sighed. I walked down the cold, crowded street. There had to be a hotel around here somewhere. I had $93 dollars in my bag, hopefully I could get a room for a night a plan what to do. These stupid powers didn’t seem that useful. Couldn’t I just conjure a house or some cash? I pondered the thought as I entered a hotel.

It was nice and lavish. Gold chandeliers hung all over the place. People in suits and business attire hustled and bustled around the lobby. I danced over to lobby, totally forgetting what I looked like. The person behind the desk gave a death stare that brought me back to reality. I was wearing my school uniform, which was singed from the flames. My hair was a mess and all over the place.

“Yes darling, what is it, what do you want?” The man said, typing quickly on his computer.

“Yes how much for a night in a room?” I asked politely. 

“The minimum rate is $159 a night,” the man said with a sneer, “Um how old are you?”

“Fourteen,” I said, fluttering my eyes, trying to turn up the charm.

“I’m afraid you have to be eighteen to get a room?” He said with a smug expression, then he suddenly looked shocked, “Wait your that Nancy Claiborne girl.”

“Wh—wh—who?” I stammered nervously. How did he know my name?

“Yeah,” he said waiving his finger, “I saw you on the NEWS. You’re the one’s who’s house burned down and went missing.”

“No you have me confused with someone,” I said quickly backing up from the desk.

“Don’t go anywhere Honey, I’m going to call the police,” he said as he snatched his phone. Crap. I turned around and made a mad dash for the door. I had to get out of there, totally forgetting I had super speed, I zoomed toward the door. What a shock it most have been for the man at the desk, to see me vanish before his eyes. I faltered for a second to make may way through the revolving door. The second I made it through, I broke into a sprint.

I was suddenly forced to a halt and toppled over. I had crashed into a girl, knocking us both over.

“Whoa, where did you come from?” she laughed weakly. I jumped to my feet and extended my arm to help her. “I’m sorry,” I sighed, “Just trying to rush out of here.”