On the run

Quercia has to move to Australia after her dad is made redundant. She thinks her life is really plain until she meets Fuoco and Sirena. This suddenly throws her into a time of secrecy and magic...

Includes an ending chapter about the history of Paganism and the meaning of some keywords.


7. Question Time

I lay on the Medical Room bed with an ice pack on my pounding head. My plan was to get dad to pick me up from school and confront him about everything when we got home. He is in for a bloody row.

I hear a knock on the door and sit up to see dad come in. "Hey, kiddo!" That's his annoying catchphrase. He has a concerned expression as he looks at my head, but he'll have something else to be concerned about when we get back.

I mumble a loose greeting and follow him outside to the shabby truck. We climb in, silent except for the vehicle's groaning of protest. The drive home seemed sooo long and I was bursting to get back and ask him all I needed to know.

"Here we are," He glanced back at me. "What's up? You've gone all quiet on me."

I walk into the house and shut the door behind us. We live in a really wrecked cottage, just big enough for the two of us. When I walk into the front room, I look around. The sofas are worn, the fireplace is blackened and the small coffee table has one shorter leg. Dad sits down on the footrest in the corner and I sit on the little armchair, opposite him.

"Come on, tell me what's on your mind. It can't be too bad."

Yeah, right.

" My sixteenth birthday is next month." I begin. "Do you ever think about your other daughter and son's birthdays?" That got a good response. He was horrified, probably at himself, and so he should be.

He is silent for what seems like an awfully long time until I see tears glistening down his cheeks. Not my expected response. "I'm so sorry... of course I do, how do you know?"

"I go to the same the same school as Sirena and, I think, Eric." I start to feel my eyes brimming up. " Do you have a picture of mum?"

He slowly nods whilst wiping his cheeks and leaves the room. When he returns he is holding a picture. He gives it to me. 

" Your mother was so beautiful and it passed onto all three of you... I'm guessing you know about the Paganism too. Your mother was a blood witch, and she passed her power to all of you. Although, you were the strongest. Too strong to stay around your brother and sister. So, we separated, she took them and I kept you so no harm could come to anyone else."

I frowned "Anyone else?" Who had I hurt?

" It was Eric. You got angry with him, I can't remember what for, and you accidentally made a book fall off the shelf so it landed on his head. We took him to A&E to get him stitched up, but he'll still have a scar now."

I can't believe it. I hurt my own brother, caused my family to separate and did this with just my emotions! I walk over to my dad and he holds his arms out. I sit on his lap and he cradles me until tiredness takes over. 

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