There was a loud crash.
A sigh left my mouth when I failed after the 1,000th time—okay, maybe not a thousand failed attempts, but it's pretty close. "This is pointless," I said as I plopped down into the chair behind me.
Bonnie's Grams looked at me scoldingly, "Get up, child." I stood up. "Did you expect this to be easy?"
Before I could answer, I was interrupted, "It's not Cinderella. It's not bippity, boppity, boop." She waved her hand around like she was doing magic.
I started laughing but stopped once I saw the look on her face. "Listen, honey." I looked up at her.
"This is going to be hard and frustrating. You're learning all these new things about yourself. But one thing you must always remember is to never give up."
"It's okay being different. So don't let frustration stop you from embracing yourself."
I nodded and sighed. I stood up, "What am I learning next?" She gave me a smile and began teaching again.
Lesson 6: Learning More About Witches and How to Embrace Yourself
(Hint: It's very surprising)
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It was later in the day. I had finished my lesson with Bonnie's Grams an hour ago. I was at the store, picking up some food, necessities, and a job application.
I need a car, but I need the money and in order to get the money I need a job. See how this works?
I was pushing the shopping cart to the ice cream aisle, looking for a tub of my favorite kind. I was about to open the freezer when I felt a gust of wind behind me.
I quickly turned around, only to bump into Damon, of all people. His cologne jumping off his black shirt when my nose made contact.
I backed up into my shopping cart, heat rising to my cheeks when he looked down at me, his signature smirk on his face.
"Hey, beautiful. Long time no see," he said as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Yeah, long time," I looked away from him, starting to feel uncomfortable.
"Seems like you've been ignoring me." I suddenly felt more nervous. I shifted from foot to foot and avoided all eye contact with him.
"I know who you are." I blurted out before my eyes widened with shock.
That's right folks, I'm officially crazy. Why would I say that?! I'm questioning if I should check myself into a sanitarium for the crazy.
He cocks his eyebrow and takes a step forward, "Hmm, what do you mean?"
I shook my head and straightened up, "It's nothing, really. Just having a weird day."
"I should go, don't want my ice cream to melt," I say, trying to find an excuse to leave.
He took a step towards me, trapping me in between him and the shopping cart, "What is it?"
I sighed and looked up to him. We made eye contact and I braced myself for anything that might happen once I said what I had to say.
"I saw you," I say as one of his eyebrows raises, "with Caroline."
"I know, we saw you, too." I look away before continuing, "No, I saw what you did to her." I took a deep breath, "I saw what you are. I saw you hurt her."
He makes a groaning sound and turns around. I hear him sigh and the only thing I can do is stand there in fear. He turns back around and puts his hands on my cheeks.
Even though I'm scared, his cold hands are comforting to me. Maybe it's because he's devilishly handsome or because he's stroking my cheeks with his thumbs.
He locks eyes with me and I instantly know what he's trying to do. He's trying to make me forget. Bonnie's Grams told me about that one day.
"You didn't see anything that day." His pupils dilate, "You saw me kissing her neck, not biting her."
I stare back at him, making my face stern—at least attempting to. "It's not going to work on me." I subconsciously fiddle with my charm bracelet.
His eyebrows furrow as he tries to do it again. He sighs once he realizes I'm protected from his mind control.
He slides his hands from my cheeks down to my shoulders, leaving goosebumps in his wake. My face grew warm when his thumbs slid up and down the bottom of my neck.
"Damon," He turns his attention back to me, "Are you going to hurt me?"
His jaw locks and he looks away from me. My heart was pounding and all I could do was stare at him. His blue eyes looked cold and dark and suddenly I was scared.
He turns back to me and moves around me, mumbling, "I don't want to." I stand there, looking stupid until he turns around and looks at me over his shoulder.
"Let's go," he says as he grabs my shopping cart and pushes it to check out. I follow behind him, not knowing what else to do.
Once we reach check out, the cashier turns to me as Damon loads my few groceries onto the conveyor belt. The cashier smiles at me and I can't help but think of how cute he was.
He rang up the items and the total price popped up on the electronic screen in front of me. I pull out my wallet from my jacket pocket and hand the money to him.
During the exchange, both of our hands brushed against each other and we both smiled. A cough from the right of me interrupted the little moment.
The boy, whose name tag read Blake, looked to Damon and seemed threatened by him. It wasn't until I looked at Damon that I saw he was glaring at Blake. I nudged him with my elbow and sent him a look.
Damon smirked and grabbed my bags before walking near the exit. I turn back to Blake, "Sorry, I don't know why he acts like that."
He waved me off, "Don't worry about it." I smiled at him and made my way to the door. I turned around and waved before walking out.
I saw Damon putting my bags in his car. "Woah, what are you doing?!" I say as I rush over to him.
He sighs—geez, he sure does that a lot. He takes my other bags from my hands, "You want answers, right?"
I rub the back of my neck, "Well, yeah, but..."
"But what?" He walks over to the driver's side, "If you want answers, get in."
This should be interesting...
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We stopped by my house to drop off my groceries and while he wasn't looking, I grabbed a knife. I know it's not the best protection against a possible vampire, but it's the best I got.
The car ride here was uncomfortably silent. We were standing in his living room now; him grabbing a bottle of bourbon and pouring himself a glass and me standing the closest I could to the door with the knife in the inside pocket of my jacket.
He turns to me and takes a swig of the drink, looking relieved after. "You might want some of this after some of the things I'm gonna tell you."
I shook my head, "No thanks. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself. Now talk."
"I love it when you boss me around." I scoff and cross my arms. He laughs at my reaction, "What? I'm just having some fun." He turns his gaze to me, "Plus, you're cute when you're angry."
"Whatever, Damon. Start talking," I say ready to find out the truth.
He smirked, "Okay darling. You might wanna sit down, this is gonna be a long story."
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Author's Note:
I so deeply apologize for the very late update. I had to finish the rest of school work.
But now that I'm done, I can spend more time on the book.
I'm going to try doing an update every week — Hint: TrY
Bye, my lovelies,
xx Diamond