Bitchcraft

Chapter Six

My hands start to shake against the soft quilt that covered my chest, "Henry," I whisper as my eyes start to flicker open, "Henry!" I shout sitting up straight and flinging my arms about and pain shoots through my skin and body.

"Elsbeth," the door opens and Henry runs to my side, "no... you have to rest." Henry takes hold of my hands as they lash out at the air.

My breathing came out faster and faster as I hold onto his hands, "Where... Where am I?" I choke out and look up into his eyes, "why am I back here?" My eyes scan the Victorian style room.

The Academy had rooms that felt as if a darkness was always lurking about and waiting for the opportune moment to just swallow you up.

"The Institute," he explains and runs his fingers over the bandages that cover my arms.

I started to get my breath back as I sit up farther, "I'm safe...?" I ask, "no more," I whisper and take hold of his hands.

"No more what?" He grips my hands and moves closer to me.

"Pain," I choke out as hot tears burn my eyes.

"Oh sweetheart," Henry sniffs and pulls me into his chest, "no... Not as long as you are here, with me."

He strokes my back and kisses the top of my head as I pull away from my safe haven, "Thank you," I whisper and hold his face in my hands as my eyes lock onto his lips.

Swallowing hard, Henry leans in and kisses me.

I hadn't expected it, but I was happy to respond by moving onto his knees, "Henry..." I gasp as he moves his hand between my thighs, "I can't."

He pulls his face away from my neck and looks into my eyes, "What?" He asks.

"I don't think... I just don't think I can do any of this," I shake my head and cover my face with my hands, "it feels wrong."

Hurt flickered in his eyes, "Wrong?" He questions as he leans away from me.

"Not the way you're thinking," I plead nervously, "I just mean you are older than me, and you do not even know me."

Shaking his head, Henry tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, "I realize that right now things are not making much sense. But, I do know you, Love. As for our age difference, it's not the span in which you are thinking."

I start to speak but he puts a finger to my lips, "It will all make sense soon, I promise."

With that, he stands from my bed and strides to the door, "There are some clothes on the nightstand that should be your size. When you are ready, I would like you to join us down stairs."

Holding the blanket against my chest, I watch him walk out of the old room. There was a neat pile next to me with a candle flickering next to it.

I pull on the jeans and the black shirt before blowing out the little flame with one quick uff. Wax dripped from the stand and onto the small book that lay underneath it.

It had no title. Just a blank binding and fading green cover that now was splattered with white puddles. Curiosity was getting the better of me, and so I picked up the small book and opened to the dedication, "To my Love, with all my heart. To our Lord God for a story worth telling."

I read it allowed before the door flies open, "Come on then," Jamie says standing there with his arms crossed, "we have training to do."