Sunday, Dad left me alone, said he had to go and take care of some things. He left me alone, only with the book to look at and my messed up thoughts to think about. I was afraid of what might happen if i opened the book without him there, but i was so curious. I don't know how i managed to stay far away from that leather bound book, but i did. It probably also helped that my phone was ringing off the hook with phone calls and text messages. I didn't answer any of them, but i knew it was only a matter of time before they, one by one, came knocking at the door. I kept to the basement, where there were no windows and i wouldn't be seen, even if one of them wanted to look. Thankfully the basement had a comfy couch the i sprawled on and sat with my laptop on my lap. I had the TV on in the background, but i didn't even know what i had on.
"Hey, kitty," I said to my cat as he jumped up to lay on the blanket that i had covering my legs. He just sat there, staring at me, his golden eyes boring into me. I looked at him over my reading glasses and raised an eyebrow. "Can i help you Jinx?" His black fur ruffled slightly as he settled into a spot. "You are so strange." He just mewed as he laid down with his back to me.
I sighed and leaned back against the arm of the couch, closing my eyes. I had spent most of the day researching witches, but of course, i got absolutely nothing to help me. I'd just have to wait until Dad got home and then i could go to that book.
That was if i stayed awake until then. I was exhausted, since i hadn't exactly slept that well the night before because of my mid-day nap at the studio. I did sadly have school in the morning, so i couldn't go to sleep until i had to, absolutely had to. The past few days had been so stressful and i knew that once i really looked in that book, it would only get worse.
I sighed and closed my green laptop and settled deeper into my blanket, pulling Jinx closer to me to cuddle with the fuzzball. Whenever he was around, i always felt better, like he had a calming effect. It was the completely opposite of how a black cat should do, but i didn't care. He was my baby, my really big baby. He weighed twenty-five pounds, but he wasn't a fat cat, just a really big breed. I had gotten him when i was five and he had been mine since then.
"Jinx, you're the one thing i can count on," I mumbled, and i could already feel myself drifting into sleep. "Good-night, buddy."
"Good-night, Gwen."
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"Gwen," a husky voice said, shaking me awake. In my half sleep daze, i opened my eyes, seeing Dad kneeling in front of me. He wasn't alone, but i couldn't muster up the strength to get up, almost like my limbs were weighed down with lead. "Honey, what's wrong?"
"Everything's still asleep is all," I said, sitting up slowly and slidding back on the couch. I looked at my phone, which marked dozens of missed calls and texts, and did a double take at the time. "Is it seriously seven in the morning?"
"Yeah, thought i should get you up," Dad said, grinning at my confusion.
"I needed to talk to you," I said, swinging my feet down to the cold floor. Jinx meowed loudly at the jostle, but i was already standing. "You should have gotten me up."
"She's just like you," the other person said, and i removed my glasses to see that it was another man.
"Who are you?" I asked, picking up Jinx, who was basically pouting at being woken so rudely. He had red hair like my father, but he had bright blue eyes that were like the sky on a summer day. He had the same features, but was a bit taller them my father's six foot three stance.
"Gwen, this is Daniel," Dad said, and i nodded, still giving him that look. "This is your Uncle."
"My uncle?" I stuttered. The more i looked at Daniel, the more i saw that he was family, he had the same kinds of characteristics that Dad and i had, plus, he was wearing the family crest on his shoulder in the form of a tattoo. It was black and in the form or a dagger with a black criss crossing design over the hilt that seemed like an owl's eyes. "Dad?"
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Emerging a Witch
Fantasy~~ "There may have been some things we never told you," Dad said, sitting on my bed. "Like what?" I asked. "You're not human Gwen, at least not fully." "Then what am i?" "You're a half-blood witch," he said, and my brain was screaming at me that he...
