Hi everyone! Thank you for the lovely comments. You guys are SO awesome. Here's chapter seven. It's pretty boring and I kind of rushed so sorry. Comments and CC's please!!!
The Life of a Witch: Heartbreak
The greatest magic is the power of love
In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing
We are so going to get in trouble for this, it's totally obvious. By WE, I mean, me and Vicki of course. In the end, me and Vicki made up and she managed to convince me to pay a visit to Austin's fiancée. Which is where we are now. Outside her doorstep, staring at the door waiting for courage to kick in. So for it's going badly.
“We shouldn't be here, Vicki,” I warn her, as we step in front of Austin's fiancée's door step. I'm right too, we should NOT be here. It's wrong, it's irresponsible and I'm pretty sure Austin's fiancée might call the cops on us which would be, totally understandable. I mean, can you imagine two teenage witches showing up at your doorstep claiming your fiancée is dead? No, you can't, because, it doesn't happen a lot.
I'm always the exception, of course. Bad things always happen to me and yes I know, telling someone that their fiancée is dead is not exactly bad. In fact, it's a good deed right? But I can't help but think, it's BAD news for THEM. And I just know that she's going to cry, I so know it. Because that's what happens in movies, isn't it? The damsel in distress always cries when she hears that her … Hero has died or whatever.
“Sabrina,” Vicki frowns at me. “You promised Austin you would do this for him,” Vicki reminds me. Although, I didn't need reminding. Ever since that day he told me his dilemma he's been visiting me several times a day, begging me to go to his fiancée's house. “And as you are The Ultimate Power, this is kind of like your job.” I shoot her a look of distaste. I had no reason, of course, to be mad at her. Vicki was right, after all. I am The Ultimate Power and I should help Austin but …
“Why does Austin need the help of The Ultimate Power, anyway?” I demand, angrily but I was mostly angry due to the cold. Vicki looks thoughtful for a moment and a flush of discomfort pours over me. “I know why,” I gulp. “Because he knows this is going to end up bad.” Vicki rolls her eyes and takes a step forward. She was going to knock on the door! “No! Wait!” I hiss. Vicki turns to me and folds her arms.
“What is it now?” she asks, tiredly. I shoot her a panicky look but she remains impassive. God, ever since Dave stopped speaking to her this is how she's been. Impassive. Emotionless. Mean. She hardly ever talks about him, every time I mention him she changes the subject or leaves the room. I don't even know if they've broken up or not!
“I'm not ready!” I complain, stamping my feet. Vicki blinks.
“Oh come on,” she says. “It's not that hard. Just tell her-”
“Tell her, her fiancée died?” I interrupt. “How is that not hard?” I demand.
Vicki shrugs and leans next to the front door, waiting for me. Great. And I thought she was here to support me but I should have known, she was only here to show Austin that she cared too, which is obvious, she doesn't! Or else she would have totally offered to tell Austin's fiancée herself. God, it sucks being best friends with her sometimes.
“Sabrina.” Austin's voice comes from behind me. “What's wrong?” he asks, concerned. Well, he should be concerned! He's dead, after all and his fiancée think he's at a business trip. Okay, this is not going to help me at all. I spin around and face Austin.
“I can't do it, Austin,” I admit, shaking my head. “I can't.” I add, sadly. Austin takes a deep breath and stares at the ground thoughtfully. He finally looks up, looking as if he was about to cry, if that was possible. Awesome. I feel even more bad.
“Please, Sabrina,” he whispers. “You're the only one that can help me. Please?” I exchange glances with Vicki, who was looking at me intently. I turn back to him.
“Why is it so important to you, that I do it?” I ask, gently. Something in his face changes from sad to defensive. He was definitely hiding something. But what?
“Because you're The Ultimate Power,” he replies, looking at me as if I was mental.
I shake my head. “Yes but you could have asked anyone,” I contradict. “I mean, you only wanted me to tell her you're dead, right? That's it, isn't it?” I ask, feeling a tear falling down my cheek. Vicki and Austin look alarmed when they see my tears, I had no idea why I was crying but I suddenly felt so … bad.
“I guess I did … leave something out,” he admits, avoiding eye contact.
I nod waiting for him to tell me but Vicki beats him to it. “You want us to find out who killed you, don't you?” Austin's face crumples but he nods slowly, Vicki rolls her eyes as if she couldn't believe it but I could. And I wasn't going to do it. Austin takes a step forward and grabs my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. I was expecting to see him angry but surprisingly enough, he doesn't. He just looks sad.
“That person took my life away, Sabrina,” he whispers. “I have to know WHY.”
Before I could say anything, the front door swings open and a woman comes out looking bewildered. The woman was slightly shorter than me, her hair was blonde and styled in a bob. She had wide brown eyes and her skin was pale. I immediately look at Austin to see his reaction and immediately wish I hadn't. His face was soft and so warm, he was looking at her as if she was the only person in the world … and she couldn't even see him.
“Hello,” she says in a pleasant tone. “What can I do for you?” she inquires. I glance at Austin again, he was still gazing at her whereas Vicki was staring at Austin furiously.
“Er. Can I speak to Austin please?” I ask, not knowing what else to do since Austin and Vicki were acting completely gaga. Austin's fiancée's smile wavers a little and says, “Unfortunately, he's at a business trip but I could tell him you stopped by when he comes back?” she suggests helpfully. I stare at her in horror.
“Are you all right?” she asks me gently. “Do you want a glass of water?” I shake my head and smile in assurance at her. Oh God. I can't do this. I can't.
“Tell her,” Austin murmurs to me. Vicki shoots me a warning look and I look helplessly back.
“Tell her,” he mutters again. I close my eyes trying to gain the courage. I open my eyes and see Austin's fiancée gazing at me curiously.
“Never mind,” I blurt out. “I'll come back some other time.”
Then I was running down the steps and down the street not bothering to wait for Vicki or Austin. As soon as I was out of breath, I lean against a car waiting to get my breath back.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Vicki demands, furiously, as soon as she's catches up to me. I shake my head and she sighs. “Austin is going to kill you,” she warns. Yeah. Like I care. In fact, I WANT him to kill me. I'm up to anything to get this horrible feeling to go away.
“He can try,” I mutter. “But he can't touch me, remember?” Vicki stares at me, as if I lost my mind which I haven't, by the way. I'm just SAD. I'm sad about Austin's fiancée. Sad about Austin being dead when he had someone wonderful waiting for him to get home. And sad because I'm wasting my time on being angry with Michael. Okay, I did not just say that.
“There is something wrong with you,” Vicki says.
“I have to agree with, Vicki,” Austin says, as he materializes. I didn't even look at them. Because they were right. There IS something wrong with me. Why can't I do one simple task? All I had to do was tell her. Tell her that her fiancé is dead. That's all. But I can't because I know. I know how it feels to lose someone so close. It's painful.
I close my eyes willing the tears not to fall. “I am SO sorry, Austin,” I say. I meant it, also. I AM sorry. Sorry that I'm such a failure, mostly. But sorry that I let him down.
“It's okay,” he murmurs quietly. “I know some way you can make it up to me,” he adds. I look up and see his face. He didn't look mad but he didn't look very happy, either.
“What is it?” I ask suspiciously. He gives a little smile.
“Come with me,” he says. “To see my body,” he finishes. Oh my God. Great. Now I have to go examine a dead body, that is just … great. Icky. But great. Not.
“I don't know how to break this to you, Austin,” I say. “But I don't do CSI.” Austin laughs.
“Yeah neither do I, buddy,” Vicki then says, rolling her eyes. Austin sighs.
“It's honestly not that bad,” he promises. “Please come with me?”
“Fine,” I say pouting. “But how did you get killed, anyway?” I ask, cautiously.
“Burned to death,” he replies, as if it didn't really bother him. It bothered me, that's for sure. Vicki raises her eyebrows at me and asks, “Do we really have to?” I smile and nod.
“It's better to see a dead body than telling someone the love of their life is dead,” I say.
“Seriously. What is WRONG with you,” Vicki wants to know.
We orb at a dirty, dingy and dark alley way. I could hardly see due to the sudden darkness but thanks to Austin's glow I could make sure there were no rats. Thank God.
“What I want to know is,” I say, as we make our way down the alley way. “Is why were you HERE, anyway?” I want to know. Austin's face darkens as he remembers the night.
“Me and my partner were walking down the street,” he explains. “He said he knew a short way to get to our hotel so we went through this alley way. Next thing I knew, these guys come around and ...well you know.” I look at him in awe.
“What happened to your partner?” Vicki asks, looking straight ahead.
“I don't know,” Austin says. “They must have let him go or something.”
“You don't think-”
“No,” he interrupts me. “Brian wouldn't do that,” he adds, frowning. Vicki shakes her head at me but not in a disapproving way. Vicki was definitely thinking the same thing. It makes sense though, well, kind of. I mean, why would these guys burn Austin and not Brian? And even if this Brian guy was let off what kind of friend is he? He didn't even tell the cops!
“Oh my God,” Vicki suddenly murmurs. Vicki has her eyes firmly closed and her hands over her mouth. Austin was looking down at something on the ground with an unreadable expression. Then I saw it. A body on the ground … burnt. Austin.
“Who would do this to you?” I whisper. Austin shrugs and turns his gaze away from his body.
“I don't know,” he answers.
“But we're going to find out,” I assure him. “Together,” I add. Vicki, looks at us both with a smile and says, “I'm in too.”
“Sabrina! Vicki!” Mary bellows at us as we come through our door. “Where have you guys been?” Mary demands, pouting. She never did like being left out of anything.
“We were kind of worried,” Leah adds, more nicely. I smile at Leah in thanks. Mary nods.
“Yeah, especially with a gang out in the loose,” Mary mutters.
Me and Vicki exchange glances. “A gang?” I ask, sceptically. Leah nods slowly.
“Yeah this guy was burnt to death,” Leah explains. Oh my God. Austin's body has been found! Finally! This is GREAT news.
“What was his name?” Vicki asks, to make sure.
“I think his name was Brian Howard,” Leah replies.
Brian? Brian Howard? But Brian got away! Austin was the one was killed. Not Brian.
“Hey girls,” Vicki murmurs tiredly. “Me and Sabrina are going to crash,” she explains apologetically. Leah and Mary mutter their Good Nights and eventually leave me and Vicki alone. We sit there quiet for a moment, wondering what to say and do.
“We have to tell Austin,” Vicki eventually says. I nod just as someone knocks on the door.
“Come in!” Vicki calls out. Michael comes in looking hot, as usual. Oh there goes that tingly sensation and Michael was NOWHERE near me. Jeez.
“Can I talk to Sabrina alone, please?” Michael says not asking for my permission. Vicki raises her eyebrows but she quickly obliges. Cow. She promised she would keep Michael away from me. As soon as Vicki was out, he says, “We need to talk.”
“I think I already established that we don't have anything to talk about,” I mutter, annoyed. You would be annoyed too. If all you wanted was to have a bath and sleep but no. What do I get instead? The love of my life barging in wanting to talk. Whatever.
“I think we do,” Michael retorts. “Why didn't you come to practice yesterday?” he demands.
“I had better things to do,” is my answer. Michael frowns.
Someone knocks on the door. Thinking it's Vicki, I call out, “Come in!” Kevin steps inside our room and he raises his eyebrows when he sees Michael.
“Sorry,” he apologizes. “I can come back, Sabrina,” he says, making his way out the door.
“No!” I explode. “Me and Michael were done,” I add. Michael snorts.
“We were?” Michael asks. I glare at him and say, “Yes. We were. Now if you excuse us, Michael, me and Kevin have much to talk about.”
Michael nods looking at the floor. He slowly makes his way around and Kevin and walks out of the room. Kevin turns back to me with a smile but I didn't smile back because I'm pretty sure I had just broken not only my heart but Michael's too.