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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4. Chapter Three: Chelsea

I HAD FEARED that the man would try and follow me but fortunately he didn’t. Turning onto Fairview Street, I ran up the drive of number four and grabbed the spare front door key from where it was hidden underneath a faded garden gnome.

“Hello?” I called as I let myself in.

I hovered in the hallway praying that Mum and Dad were still at the Gathering. There was no answer so I bolted upstairs and locked myself in my room. Breathing heavily, I slid down the door and onto the worn, green carpet. I closed my eyes in fear and tried to work up enough courage to look at my arm.

“It’s not real. It was just a joke. Yeah, that guy is playing a joke on me, a lame practical joke. Look at your arm. Do it.”

I warily forced my eyes open and glanced at my right arm. The Ánuims was still there. My parents were going to kill me. A sob escaped my lips and I licked a finger before rubbing it on the black, tattoo-like Ánuims. It didn’t come off. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I leaned my head back. How could this have happened? If I had just done as Mum had said and come home then I wouldn’t be in this position. But I had found my soul mate which had to be a good thing didn’t it? I hadn’t recognised the man which meant that he was from out of town. I brightened. Would he want to go back home? If so would he take me with him? The thought of leaving Eastbridge and my parents was thrilling.

I wondered what my soul mate’s name was. He was quite good looking with a strong jaw and a build that suggested he worked out. I felt my cheeks redden. Okay maybe this wasn’t the end of the world after all, though I had never liked the idea that I wouldn’t be able to choose who I spent the rest of my life with.

My parents couldn’t find out that I had the Ánuims. When they discovered my soul mate was a stranger they would never let me out of their sights in case he took me away with him. 

“Chelsea! We’re back!” Mum called up the stairs.

Cursing, I quickly changed into some jeans and a long sleeved top. I rummaged through my chest of drawers knowing that I had a pair of gloves somewhere. I found them and hastily yanked them on.

When Mum teleported into my room, I was laying on my bed reading a book.

“What are you doing?”

“Reading,” I answered, pretending to be absorbed in the pages.

She snatched the book away and threw it on the bed, demanding, “Well you can come and help me make lunch.” Mum’s eyes narrowed at the sight of the gloves. “Why are you wearing those?”

“My hands are cold.”

She sighed, no doubt wondering she couldn’t have a normal daughter. “Come on, after lunch you’re having a lesson in the garden.”

 

 

“Slow your breathing. Concentrate on reaching the magic deep within you,” Mum ordered.

I did as she said, resisting the urge to say that I didn’t actually have any magic. A warm breeze rustled the leaves of the apple tree I was sat beneath, sending a handful of them down onto my head. I brushed them off in annoyance. I didn’t want to be out here sat on the grass attempting to grow the seedlings my mum had put in an old, plastic tray. I had traded my gloves for a pair of gardening ones and was holding my hands above the tray. Fortunately Dad wasn’t around; I hated it when he was breathing down my neck. Seeing as I had failed the morning’s test to levitate the plant pot Mum had decided that it was time to move onto the next test; could I control the earth?

Mum was walking in a circle around me. “Can you feel it?” She didn’t even pause before continuing, “Now transfer it to the seedlings by letting the magic flow from your core through your arms and hands.”

I tried to do as she said, I really did, but nothing happened. If there was magic within me I couldn’t feel it.

After twenty long minutes my mum finally gave in.

Rubbing her temple, Mum said, “Alright, that’s enough. Go and clean your room.”

I hung my head, hating to disappoint her again. Mum disappeared into the house and I pulled off the gardening gloves, shoving my hands into my pockets. Once in my room I covered my hands with my gloves, in case Mum or Dad made a sudden appearance in my room, and got to work dusting.

 

 

My parents were silent at dinner but I preferred the silence to being told what a disappointment I was. That was what usually happened when I failed a test. My dad was particularly fond of telling me how useless I was. When Mum returned from the kitchen with dessert she had only two bowls; one for her and Dad. I stayed in my room for the rest of the evening laying on my bed and trying to read. I couldn’t concentrate though and more often than not I found my thoughts wandering to my soul mate. He could be my ticket out of my hellish life, a life that I couldn’t wait to leave behind.

 

 

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