Bound By Magic

Chelsea Jamison would love to be a normal girl and go to university like everyone else her age but she can’t. Her controlling parents keep her at home under their watchful eyes waiting for the moment that her powers awaken.
Leo West came to Eastbridge with only one thing on his mind. Revenge. Revenge on the people that murdered his parents.
One touch and their lives are changed forever.
Will Chelsea be able to control her powers? Can they learn to love a stranger? Or will dark secrets tear them apart?

Cover by Zillah Designs.

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10. Chapter Nine: Chelsea

I COULDN’T BELIEVE it when my mum invited Leo to dinner. He looked surprised as well but quickly concealed it.

“You must join us for dinner.” I wondered if Leo could tell how forced Mum’s eagerness was.

“That would be wonderful. What time?”

Mum told Leo our address and ordered him to arrive at six.

“I’ll see you then,” Leo told me.

Nodding, I opened my mouth to say that I was looking forward to it, which I surprisingly was, but Mum grabbed my hand and suddenly we were home.

“Go to your room,” Dad snarled.

I hurried up the stairs and closed my door behind me. Sitting down on the floor, I leaned against my bed. Why had Mum invited Leo over? They obviously didn’t want him here. Was I going to see Leo again after tonight? If my parents had their way probably not. I examined my Ánuims sadly. Leo was my soul mate but I wasn’t going to get the chance to get to know him because my parents were so bloody controlling. Would they let me leave Eastbridge once my power manifested? Somehow I doubted it. I was going to be stuck here, miserable, for the rest of my life.

 

 

I was allowed out of my room to help prepare dinner which was a Sunday roast. For dessert there was cake and ice cream but of course I wouldn’t be having any – it was one of the ways my parents punished me.

“He’ll be here soon.” Mum sighed, glancing at her watch. “Go wait with your father in the living room.”

Dad had been lounging on the sofa but when I entered the room he rose to his feet and crossed the distance between us. I didn’t dare look at his face but I knew what I would see because it was what I always saw – anger.

“If I were you I’d make the most of tonight because you’re never going to see him again.”

A knock on the front door made me jump and Dad put his hand on my still sore shoulder, forcing me to sit down. I blinked back tears knowing that it would only make things worse if I cried. Hearing footsteps I hesitantly lifted my gaze to see Leo holding a bouquet of flowers. Could he tell that something was wrong? If he did there was no sign.

“These are for you, Mrs Jamison.”

Mum took the flowers and returned to the kitchen.

No one spoke until Leo said, “Thank you for inviting me into your home, Mr Jamison.”

Dad didn’t reply but that was probably a good thing, after all he never had anything kind to say.

“Are you well, Chelsea?”

Surprised at being addressed, I answered quietly, “Yes thank you.”

Mum appeared in the doorway. “Dinner is ready.”

Dad headed through to the dining room and I followed before going into the kitchen to help Mum with the plates. We distributed the food and I sat down opposite Leo whose eyes seemed to be constantly fixed on me whenever I was in the same room as him. It made me nervous because I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but part of me felt a thrill every time his gaze was on me.

“I hope you like Sunday roast.”

“It looks delicious, thank you.” Leo smiled.

Mum and Dad only asked Leo the odd question and I was surprised to learn that Leo did not know when he would be returning to his office job in London. London! I’d always wanted to go there. Was he going be in Eastbridge for a long time if he didn’t know when he was leaving? I immediately told myself off for getting my hopes up. I probably wouldn’t see Leo again. Disheartened, I kept my eyes on the plate in front of me.

Feeling eyes on me, I brushed some hair from my face and glanced up to see Leo watching me. He smiled at me and I had to force myself not to smile back.

 

 

Dessert was chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream but of course I wasn’t allowed any. Leo shocked me by offering me his but I declined despite wishing I could say yes.

As I gathered the dishes, Leo asked if I wanted help. Knowing that I wasn’t allowed to be alone with him, I declined and went into the kitchen. I placed the dirty plates on the side with the other things that needed washing and filled the sink with water. I could hear voices but blocked them out. No doubt my parents were telling Leo that he wasn’t welcome and would never see me again. Would I go crazy like my aunt Lindsay? If so, I wondered how long it would take.

“Chelsea.”

Leo was in the kitchen. My heart pounded in fear. Why was he in the kitchen? Dad would definitely punish me if he found out. The burns on my shoulders ached.

“What are you doing?”

“I wanted to say bye to you,” Leo answered, giving me some paper. There was a phone number on it. “Call me when you get a chance so we can talk. Alone.”

Drying my hands on a towel, I felt angry that Leo was leaving me with my parents. Hadn’t he seen how they treated me? Couldn’t he see that they hated me? But part of me was happy that he wanted to talk to me and maybe even see me again. I tried not to get my hopes up that Leo would take me to London with him.

“Fine, just go,” I said bitterly.

I’m not sure who touched who but it resulted in a jolt of electricity zapping up my arm and the air disappearing from my lungs. Leo’s green eyes were unfocused and he blinked several times. Had he felt it too? 

 “Leo.” His name rolled from my mouth without having thought about it.

 “I better go,” he told me, eyes on the door that led to the dining room. “Please call me.”

 Leo left the room in a hurry and I turned back to the sink, the paper enclosed in my fist. I barely noticed that the sink had suddenly emptied of nearly all water. All I could think was that it was a shame I didn’t have a phone because that was likely to be the last time I ever saw Leo Webb.

 

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