I got in my car and headed home.
What a night!
As I pulled into my driveway, I could see multiple lights on in my house, ones that I knew I didn’t leave on. I could also hear my TV blaring so loudly that I could hear it in my garage. I was nighty-nine percent sure I wasn’t robbed, only that my new BFF had made herself more at home while I was out.
I opened my front door, which was unlocked, by the way.
I expected to run into Paris, but I didn’t. There was a strange brownish-red headed woman lying on my couch holding my remote control watching my TV.
“What the hell are you doing in my house?” I said, almost to the point of screaming.
“Hello, Sahara.”
I started to feel dizzy as if the room was spinning around. When I got my senses back I realized who the lady was.
It’s Abigail! And she is wearing another hideous green dress.
This one was the color of dark grass.
“I haven’t been able to remember you till this moment because you spoke to me?” I asked.
“Yes, you’re real close to figuring out how to defeat the spell in your everyday life.”
“How so?”
“With understanding comes knowledge. Your growth is astounding. You’re making quite a buzz in both the witch and spirit community.”
“I would prefer to not be a subject in either community,” I said.
“Do you remember what I asked you the last time I saw you?”
“Yes,” I said. I knew Abigail had power and she was making herself at home in my living room. She had confidence through the roof. The only time I had seen a chink in her armor is when I brought up Paris.
Maybe I can use that to my advantage?
“Regardless if I remember who you are or not, why are you in my house?”
“I’m ready to see what your answer is.”
“You want me to decide right now?” Then, I remembered her telling me if I didn’t have an answer for her about whether she could train me in Black Magic, then she wouldn’t be happy.
“If you need a decision at this moment, I’m going to say no.”
“Why have you decided on that?”
“Because you’re pressuring me. I have had like five minutes to think about it. You haven’t given me much time with your spell that is on me.”
“I’m sorry. Do you feel pressure?” Abigail said, in a menacing tone.
“Are you saying I either say ‘yes’ or you’re going to kill me right here?”
“Kill you? No one wants to kill anyone. Giving pain to the living is much more fun.”
“So, you’re going to torture me.”
“Have you made your final decision?”
I looked at Abigail and I was scared. She was the most threatening woman I had ever come across and she looked like she could be me.
I wasn’t sure what to say. I knew what I wanted to say, but what would she do to me if I told her no? I took a couple of deep breaths and said, “Can we go outside to my backyard? I need some fresh air.”
“I would think having two dates would have given you all the fresh air you would need on such a fine day.” She said with an alluring wink.
“How do you know about my personal life?” I asked Abigail.
“Your personal life? There is so much magic going on in that love triangle. It doesn’t take much to get word of it.”
I was so freaked out that the witch world and the spirit world were watching my every move.
“Who the hell am I?” I said to Abigail.
“If you haven’t figured that out by now, then I don’t know what to tell you. But I will ask you one more time. What is your decision?”
I held my breath and said, “I will not be mentored by you. I choose Paris.”
“You choose Paris?” Abigail began to get extremely angry. I was worried that my neighbors might hear her, being that we were standing in the middle of my back yard...again.
“When did you see her, Sahara?”
“The last time I saw her was this morning.”
Abigail looked at me and said, “Wiser is she, wiser is he. You won’t remember me until the next time we speak.”
Chapter Twenty-nine