This choice: Confront you after supper. • Go Back...Chapter #5Confront you after supper. by: Unknown After supper, the duo paused to discuss.
Mel was the sort that loved to jump to solutions. She hated following the procedures. To her, there was only one way to solve a brain-cracking Mystery. And that was to simply stomp up to the person involved and torture him for information.
"It's honourable," Mel proclaimed. "Better than snooping around, right?"
Hayley frowned at this. "So what?" she disagreed. "You're telling me you plan to go right up and tell John he's been living with a coven of dangerous witches since birth?"
"Well," Mel argued defiantly. "Eventually he'll have to know."
"That's for Mom to decide!"
Mel shook her head, as stubborn as a mule. "Have it your way. I'm following my instincts. That's the first lesson we had in Witchcraft! Follow your instincts!"
Hayley - who rarely lost her head, forced herself to keep calm and refrain from murdering her fellow sister. Most folks thought that Witches had murderous tendencies and Hayley began to wonder if they were right. Even now, her fingers itched to strangle her younger sister there and then.
"John!" Mel was hollering as though John lived half a world away. "JOHN JOHN JOHN!"
"Mel!" Hayley hissed. "Do me a favour and shut up!"
Too late, you heard Mel's shrill banshee voice from above and clambered down the steps, having intelligently left both books in your room. You'd been busy trying to pry/i} Mel's mysterious book open, but it refused to budge. You even swore that you caught it smirking at you cockily from time to time. Idiotic Book.
"What?" You snapped like a grumpy old man.
Mel simply ignored you. "Gimme my book back, John!" She demanded instead.
Her Book. Your sore point. "Oh yes," you cursed. "Hell, you better tell me what's in there."
That literally scared the living daylights out of Hayley. "Well... It's just... err... her diary..."
"Yes!" Mel acted badly. "My... er... my diary."
Both Hayley and Mel shared a knowing- worried look. They usually did that. And whenever you tried to ask, they would reply, 'ladies business' in a bratty voice. But today, you felt too curious to care.
"Tell me," I growled. "Now!"
Mel simply jutted her chin out. "You tell me first! You were playing with fire!"
You bit your lip. This was not good. You looked from Hayley to Mel, then from Mel to Hayley, finding the same 'you-better-own-up' look plastered on their faces. You opened your mouth to pour everything out, but Uncle John's wise words echoed in your head like a broken tape recorder and you stopped yourself in mid-sentence.
Too late. Enough had been said.
"Chaotic Sciences?" Hayley picked out. "No... no way..."
Mel merely glared at you witheringly. "How long have you been hiding this?!?!?"
"Wait," You interrupted, shocked. "You guys... know about this?"
"Yes," Hayley whispered softly. "We're-"
"We're Witches," Mel finished boldly.
Hayley's jaw hit the floor with a thud. "MELANIE HARRISON? HOW DARE-"
"Got a problem?" Mel challenged her sister. "John deserves to know."
It seemed as though you're watching a video. Nothing seemed real. You just stood there, as petrified as a lump of stone. Yet deep down inside you, you had expected this from the beginning. From the strange way your Mother acted all the time; How your sisters hardly described their school.; How...
"Witches?" The word registered in your head. "Why... How...?"
"Yes," Mel agreed. "Good witches, mind you. And you'd better stop dabbling in the Dark Arts."
"Dark Arts?" You gaped.
Uncle Jack had always taught you to stay away from Witches. You had nodded and pretend to listen, but you hadn't really believed a single word of nonsense he had sprouted. Witches didn't exist, you had reassured yourself. Magic wasn't possible, just like a pig couldn't fly.
"Yeah," Mel glowered. "Chaotic Sciences! We ain't letting you follow down Dad's disgraceful path!"
Dad. The word stung you like a thousand prickly needles. Dad? Hadn't Dad disappeared a decade ago?
"Dad?" You croaked like a frog. "What do you mean?"
Hayley looked very very very sick. "Your- our Dad... He was..."
"A Chaotic Scientist," Mel finished.
One single heavy thought drilled itself into your head: Where is Dad, and what happened to him?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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