Escape the Covenant || Shawmila [Completed]

Chapter 6

I'm stubborn, and that's probably an understatement, so when I want to do something there's nothing in this world that can make me change my mind. And that's why, once again, I'm locked in my room working on that damn spell. There's no reason for me to insist on this particular sorcery, in fact I think that I won't probably ever use it. Still, I can't forget about it. Deep down I know what I have to do to solve the mystery, but my grandma would probably freak out. She's very strict when it comes to magic and I would be surely grounded for life if I went against her rules. Yeah, it's a little mortifying to have to follow her orders when I'm already eighteen, but I don't know what else I should do.

Going back to my spell, I hesitate while thinking about my next move. I'm certain that I'm missing only an ingredient, but it's the one that could cost me my freedom for the next years.   Blood.   That precious and thick fluid would complete my work but adding the liquid could be a big risk. My grandma repeated it a thousand times. Estella Cabello has always been a great mentor and she was pretty clear about the dangers of a blood spell. Firstly, anytime somebody use their blood, they inevitably link the spell to their body. No matter what happens, they'll be connected to that magic forever.  So, as a consequence, to break the spell their blood is needed. I know that I shouldn't act so irresponsibly, but I really want to succeed.

I make sure that the door is locked, I search for the little paper knife that I keep on my desk and I clean it meticulously. I lay its tip on the palm of my hand and slowly let it slide. A bright red line scars my skin and I'm surprised to find out that it doesn't sting too much. A few drops of blood fall on the ground and I'm mesmerized by that sight. The moment I'm about to add the blood to the rest of the ingredients, I can hear my fast heartbeat echoes in my ears. Suddenly, a knock at the door startles me. «Camila, get out for a minute please».

Oh shit. Oh shit, shit, shit! I panic and I really don't know how to stop my hand from bleeding. I can't go out and let my grandma see my palm! «Ehm, yeah... just a minute». I wipe away the blood and immediately after I place a bandaid on my wound. I try to clean the mess I made on the floor, but there are already some stains on it and I decide to take care of it later. I exit my room and I'm greeted by a confused Estella.

«There's a boy at the door who's asking about you. Should I let him in? »

I mentally face-palm. What the hell is he doing at my house?! «No gran, I'll go meet him at the door». I stride to the foyer and I'm kind of annoyed. That until I see him standing there with his big smile and kind eyes. I exit the house and close the door behind us so my grandma doesn't hear our conversation. I turn to him and I glare at him. My first instinct is to send him away, but something stops me. After all I did tell him that we were now friends, and I suppose that that's what friends do: they hang out together and they show up at each other's houses uninvited.

He's the first to speak. «Hey Camila, I was thinking that maybe we can go grab a coffee and spend some time together? Is it ok? ». He's a little hesitant and I'm sure that's my fault. I'm not giving off good vibes right now, but he caught me off guard! I'm not used to have someone who wants to spend his time with me, specially when I'm breaking my grandma's rules.

I force my lips to bend into a smile and nod. «Sure, let me just grab my purse». Once inside I ignore my gran's stares and sprint back on the porch. The first minutes of our walk are filled with tension. I have no idea what I'm supposed to say and I think Shawn feels the same way. Now I get why he said he wasn't good at making friends... well I'm no one to judge. Finally, he clears his throat and asks awkwardly: «Did I do something wrong? ». His tone makes him appear younger and helpless and I ask myself if I really am that kind of a bitch.

I decide to be honest with him. «No, you didn't. It's just that I've never had someone to hang out with, so I wasn't expecting it. Sorry if I'm a little cold, I promise I'll try to be more friendly».

I see him relaxing but in less than a second a frown forms on his face. He gently grabs my wrist with his hand and for the first time I notice how excessively bigger they are compared to mine. I feel my cheeks heating as I think about his soft tanned skin on mine and that calloused digits tracing patterns on my body covering it with chills. Wait a minute. I'm not supposed to think about him that way! While I'm fighting in my head, I hear him saying something. «Mila, your hand is covered in blood».

Mila? Since when are we calling each other by nicknames? I momentarily put aside my concern and I lower my eyes on my hand. The bandaid is completely drenched and my blood is dripping on the ground. «I think we should do something about it. Put this on your hand while we get back». He gives me a clean tissue and presses it on my palm.

I wince a little because the wound starts to sting. I stop to walk. I can't go back home like this because my grandma will figure it all out. She's too smart not to notice what I tried to do. «No Shawn, it doesn't matter. I don't want to get back. It's only a little cut».

He shakes his head. «You need to clean it» he says as he keeps on walking on the same direction. «Come on». I follow him until he stops in front of old Gerard's house. I look at him intensely and shake my head. I'm not going in there! But he ignores me and just pulls me inside.

I really hope his grandfather won't freak out and try to put me on a stake.