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

Chapter Thirty Seven - Do you trust me?

"It's all my fault that all these things happened. I shouldn't have been so self centered." I placed both of my hands on my chest, shaking my head at some horrible things I imagined Minuet to have passed through. "I really care about you, you know." It might look like I was the sassy type who cared about nothing but a stupid crush - but that's so not true, I've always been having longing for mysterious and magical adventures like these, and now they've all come true.

I would do what's right...

I'd make granny proud.

I'd make Minuet proud as well.

Determination and courage surged through my body as the breeze gently caressed the strands of my hair away from my face.

"I don't know how I'd do it Minuet, but I promise...I'd end all these soon."

Of course he didn't answer - but just the twitching of his lips made me feel encouraged and very much relieved. Though he didn't answer me, he was listening to me all these while.

"Alright! I'm going to meet my mum downstairs before she brings down the entire building." A chuckle slipped out of my mouth and I quickly cleaned up my smudged face, dabbing my cheeks with warm towel. I sighed and slung the towel over my right shoulder once I was done. "God knows what she's up to now."

"In case you'd be awake soon, I left some snacks for you on the table...you'd love them, trust me." With one last gentle stroke on his fur, I gently placed him in the bedsheets, covering his little, fragile body with a warm blanket I made for him earlier.

I had forgotten about my leg suddenly that I jumped down freely from my bed, my feet dropping to the ground hard. I was expecting a sharp piercing pain to rock my body— and eventually make me wince and scream for life, but nothing happened. Not even a single cramp.

Relief washed over me, but as quickly as it came, it disappeared. Surprise and fear immediately took over big time. Swallowing back the invading curiosity, I raised up the sleeves of my trouser and hastily examined my legs. My eyes widened at the new discovery before me.

There was no gash, lash, thrash or slashed cuts on my skin anymore, in it's stead were scarred marks—the damaged tissues were already closing in and healing.

I was quite surprised to see that they had healed on its own, only leaving a faint scar behind. It was like my magic had healed me without me putting much efforts, or is there something more to this game?

Interesting.

Stretching a bit, I twisted the door's knob and walked out of the room, heading downstairs for whatever that'd come my way.

*****

"So— Isabelle, I heard that you got your leg fractured. Correct?" Dad asked, poking his fork into his pork pie— his eyes focused on the garnished dishes before him.

"Mum?" I gritted through my teeth when I saw her grinning to herself from the kitchen before going up the stairs. I had to force back the sudden urge to mutter curses under my breath. I knew I shouldn't have told her—even though it wasn't the truth.

"I-it's okay...it was—it is just a minor accident— that's all!" I quickly answered, ending my words with nervous laughs.

Dad raised his eyebrow, his occupied fork suspended in the mid air. The good thing here's that he looks pretty much interested in the things before him than me—as usual, but the bad thing is that...he usually does this when he either finds something amusing or suspicious.

And that could only mean one thing.

"Then let me see it." He said while placing some mouthful of food into his mouth.