A Witch's Scorn

Chapter Five

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The December air was chilly. Snow lightly fell over the streets of New York, painting a beautiful picture. Everyone was dressed in heavy coats, and hustled through the gripping chill. Expect the mocha brown girl, wearing a corset and the red haired school girl beside her. We both received odd stares, but I could care less. I was happier than I had been in a long time. Finding Candy was like finding a long lost relative. She understood me, and was even going to help me.

“Now you really need to play up your story to D,” she explained as we approached the Subway, “He is always on the hunt for young girls, with low self-esteem, who disparately need help. Well I guess that’s kind of true already.” She laughed weakly and looked at my stomach. “But you have to make sure you play up your—situation. Make sure he knows you have absolutely nowhere to go?”  

“But what’s he going to make me do?” I asked nervously. The thought of me becoming a—a prostitute, pained me inside. I could not bring myself to having sex with anyone, not after what happened.

“Well,” Candy said with a frown, “A girl name Rose came to us about a year ago, she was five months pregnant. He took her in and took care of her. Better than any of us. Six weeks after the baby was born, he told her she needed to pay him back for all that he had done. So she started working the streets. Poor Rose isn’t cut out for this life though. She wanted to stop but he threaten to kill her child.”

“That’s dreadful,” I gasped, putting my hand on my stomach in defensive instinct.

“So I’m guessing he’ll do the same for you,” she said nonchalantly as we went underground, “You’ll have it real good for a long time. Better than the rest of us, but after you pop out the kid, he will be expecting you to make the cash.”

“Candy, I don’t know” I said nervously as she paid the Subway fair, “I don’t think I can do this.” My eyes began to burn with tears. What was my life becoming? It seemed to be ripping at the seams, even now.

“You can and you will,” Candy said as we walked on the Subway, “What other options do you have.”  I sat there, tears streaking from my eyes. “Exactly,” she sighed as she wiped away a tear.

“Not just that,” I sighed, “Becoming a mother! I can’t take care of myself, let alone a child.”

“Just remember it could be worse,” Candy said with an assuring smile, “You are a witch. You’ll be fine. There are plenty of mortal girls in your situation, who can’t use magic to solve you’re their problems.”

“How is magic supposed to help me?”

“The same way it helped me,” Candy said with a sigh, “When I found myself with nowhere to go, D took me in. He tried to pimp me out a week within staying with him. That’s when I remembered a spell my mother taught me, the Astral Projection Spell.”

“A what?” I said in bewilderment.

“Oh,” Candy laughed, “It’s a spell that allows you to—well you sort of make a copy of yourself. Once I mastered that I was bringing in money left and right. I’m so good now, I can make four projections of myself at once. Now I can make four times the money D thinks I’m making, and save a great deal for it myself.”

She stared up in thought. “One day I’ll pay my way out of this hell hole.”

“So,” I interrupted, “These copies of you, are they running around sleeping with these guys.”