Tainted Enchantment

Seventeen year old Sophie has just enrolled herself into a magical boarding school for fairies, a creature no one at her age believes, and doesn't know it. But whilst struggling with the distance from her boyfriend Drake and family, she unravels the truth about her real father and why people are out to kill her. In the end, who can Sophie trust? The boyfriend that has come to rescue her? Her best friend? Her roommate? Or the fey father she never knew she was related to? Which one is out to kill one of the most powerful fairies in history? Will the surprise she discovers send her into waves of depression? Follow the journey as Sophie learns who to keep close, and who not to keep close.


3. Chapter Three

I’d hoped my confession to my family at their weekly gathering would go better than it had with Drake. Boy, I still nearly vomited at the thought of ever facing him again. It had only been two days since he half-broken up with me in the cafe, and not one message was sent or one missed phone call.

            “You know, you’re perfectly capable to call him!” Mum had pointed out in a smart-arse sort of way.

            “But that is not the girl’s job.”

            Dad put down his cup of tea and sighed, taking my hand. “From a guys perspective, time to think could be months.”

            “I don’t have months,” I argued. “I have weeks that you can count on one hand!”


The whole weekend I locked myself in my room and cried, browsing through the memories of us together and the way he used to look at me. Notice how I used the word, used. I sit with my knees to my chest, balling my eyes out, not even letting the one toy I’d managed to keep over the years comfort me. I only wanted a hug from someone who was actually alive – someone who had a beating heart.

            I dressed unusually formal for just a dinner at my Gran’s. Normally, my aunt would be wearing a jumper and sweat pants from sitting on the computer sending business emails, my uncle would wear shorts and a smelly top from coming straight from the gym, mum would wear her work clothes, dad would wear his work clothes, and the kids were all in school uniform. Nanna sometimes didn't even wear a bra!

            I did my hair nicely and painted my face to be as mature I could get myself to look. And after one final glance in the mirror, I responded to mum’s annoyed calling tone and slid into the car, beside Owen who cuddled up to me.

            “Ha Dwak call yea?” he asked and I began pulling his overly long fringe away from his head.

            “No, Owen. Not yet.”

            He shifted and looked up at me with bright, emerald eyes. “You sti wove eakother, wight?”

            “Yeah, you could say that,” I replied, moodily looking out the window and into the rain, wishing I could disappear off the face of Earth for a few moments so that I could just scream to my heart’s content.

     It took me a moment before I realized that he rested his tiny little hand on mine.

     "H'll come back, So'hie," he smiled with an encouraging innocence.  "If hwe woves you, he won't s'ay mad."

     I smiled for the first time in what seemed like eternity.  "I hope so, Owen.  I really hope so."



"You're letting her do what?"

     My dad had just announced to the family that I would be attending boarding school in a month, so I shouldn't be appearing at our weekly family dinner for awhile.  Aunt Lucy had been the first to react.

     My mom cleared her throat.  "Sophie has been accepted to a prestigious boarding school, and we've encouraged her to go."

     "Why would you do that?" Uncle Bill asked, twirling his pork chop with his wrist.  "The schools around here are perfectly fine.  And the girl should be around 'er family."

     "I want to go," I cut in.  I should at least have a say if the conversation is going to be about me.  "If I attend this school, it'll look really good on my college applications."

     "You've always been an over achiever," my Nanna shook her head at me.  "When she and her cousins were younger, her cousins would spend ten minutes doing their work before going out to play.  Not Sophie; she would spend as long as she needed to get things done to her perfect standards."

     Aunt Lucy turned to Uncle Bill.  "How come Todd didn't do that?"

     Uncle Bill shrugged, leading to a debate on who had raised their children better.

     Todd was my cousin.  He was older than me by a year, so growing up, my parents, Aunt Lucy, and Uncle Bill expected him to set an example for me.  In a way, he did: he set an example of what not to be.  Drunk is one thing; another is a slacker.  The third best thing he ever taught me was that trying to be cool got you into unnecessary trouble.  I learned that lesson two weeks ago when he invited his girlfriend to family dinner to tell us that she was pregnant with his baby.

     I smiled at the memory.  How could one not love family dynamics?

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