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.


2. Chapter Two

     I was sitting at our usual table, a small table seated in the corner of the cafe by the window.  I'd also ordered my usual and his; a vanilla chai latte for me, and a caramel mocha for him, along with a piece of white chocolate raspberry cheesecake for us both to share.  My nerves were eating at me; I couldn't stay still at all.  My legs were shaking, and my palms would not stop sweating.  It usually didn't take him so long to get here, but it probably only seemed that way because I was keeping track of time.  Forever seemed to have passed, but he arrived five minutes after they brought our order.

     Drake dropped a kiss on my cheek before he took his seat.  "Hey, Soph," he greeted me before taking a long sip of his coffee.  "What's going on?"

     "Drake, I have two things that I feel like I need to tell you," I began after a long sip of my latte; the caffeine slowly spread throughout my body and I could feel it relaxing me.

     He looked at me in a way he hadn't before, almost as if he was worried about my safety or something ridiculous like that. My stomach felt like his stomach and I had to turn away, fingering the handle of my mug.

     "I'm going away," I spat out hurriedly and shifted in my seat. Drake's lips turned white and his face paled. I wasn't sure what reaction to expect from him - would it be hatred or relief? Was he so eager to get rid of me he'd act all excited then dump me an hour before I officially left for good? Don't be stupid, I told myself.

     "Like, forever?" he asked in his relaxed voice, possibly a hint of a grunt added to his tone. I gulped and took a sip of my vanilla chai latte excessively, looking over at a young girl with her mother eating one of the shortbread cookies with the smiley face made out of lollies. For a moment, I envied her and her innocence. She didn't have to make any great decisions in life yet and never had to struggle with any womanly problems I have to. The only decision she ever made was which colour icing for hair she wanted on her smiley face shortbread cookie. Drake coughed uneasily and I turned my attention back to him, wincing at his pained look.

     "I'm leaving to go to school ... for my education," I emphasized because he seemed like he wasn't listening or concentrating on what I had to say. He pushed his caramel mocha away to the side and rested his chin on his hand, looking drearily out of the cafe window. Despite the situation being complete a bummer and hurtful and seriously depressing, I couldn't help but feel utterly attracted to him. I asked myself one question: how did I ever earn someone's love like him? Surely, it couldn't just wipe away immediately with my announced disappearance.

     "How long have you been planning this?" he asked, still not looking at me. I cursed myself under my breath and stared at him, the butterfly feelings never fading. I wanted to slap myself or run into a brick wall with all this regret I held over my shoulders.

     “It shouldn’t matter,” I sighed, stroking the back of his hand that rested in front of me. He pulled it away and shook his head, mumbling something about secrets and trust. This was not going well.

     He opened his mouth but shut it again. I smiled sadly and he tried again. “It matters to me. I want to know how long you’ve been keeping things from me, Soph. I thought this was a relationship where we never kept secrets from each other.”

     I felt my eyes well with tears with all of the emotions falling down over me, and this time, I looked away and back to the little girl. Once again, I went over in my head how she had no big decisions to make and every time I shot a wary glance back at Drake he looked like he might faint or do something dramatic. I thought he loved me, and if you love someone I thought it was right to forgive, move on, and support. Apparently not. Either that, or what I had with Drake wasn’t love.

     “It is and I’ve never kept anything from you until now. I just – I thought this was for the best.”

     “How could it?”

     I sipped at my hot drink and paused, thinking of something to say. “You would have stopped me if you didn’t like my plans.”

     He laughed evilly and crossed his arms over his chest, looking smug. He pushed his chest out, only inhaling and turning the colour of beetroot. His eyes thinned and he pursed his lips. Oh no.

     “So, now I’m a control freak? Look, I’m sorry I’m not exactly thrilled about having to break up with you!”

     I flinched and looked at him, shockingly. “That’s not what I’m saying. I just wanted to tell you that I’m going to a different school, is all. Why is that so bad?”

     Momentarily, he calmed and looked at me with a look of pain again. All I wanted to do was throw my arms around him and hug all of our worries away but how could I do that if he wouldn't accept me anymore? I wanted to feel his secure arms around me, comforting like he always did when my parents fought or I got stressed about school and couldn’t hold the tears in. I wanted to make him laugh like the way we did when we snuck into the girl’s toilets during my maths class in our first year of dating, and I wanted to feel free with him. All I felt now was a sort of suffocation, dying on the inside feeling.

     “Will I see you on the weekends, then?”

     I bit my lip. “It’s a, um, boarding school.”

     The next thing he did shocked me. He got up and sighed, looking down at me and throwing a ten dollar bill on the table. He threw his leather jacket over his shoulder and bent down, pecking my cheek like a sparrow. I wanted to hold him hostage against my cheek but I didn't have the chance for he was already walking away. I jumped up.

     “Drake, wait! What does this mean?”

     He turned, just before he pulled open the frosty café door. I was panting, gripping the table for stable, but with my sweating hands, I couldn’t hold on for long before I’d fall to the ground. I started shaking.

     “I don’t know, Sophie, just give me some time to think. Like you said, maybe it was for the best.”

     And then he left.

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