The Witch and her Wolf

Chapter 5

“It’s time, baby” she says with complete sadness on her face. 

My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. No, it sank to the bottom of my feet. I wouldn't even get one day with my mom. This is it? My mom only had a few weeks left, and I don’t even get to spend one day with her? I can’t go. Not now. I just need a little more time. 

“No” is all I can say. They two security guards looked at each other then pushed passed me to my room. My mother walks up to me but stumbles because of her weak body, but the red-head, Agatha Snow,I remembered, grabbed my mother and helped her steady herself before I got the chance to get to her. 

Tears are streaming down my face, undoubtedly f*****g up my mascara but that is the last of my worries right now. My mother wraps her thin arms around me and says,”yes, baby, it's time”. 

I suck in a shaky breath, but that only allows more tears to fall from my eyes. I hug her back so tight I don't think either of us can breath. She pats my back gesturing for me to let go and I comply. She looks at me straight into my eyes and tells me that she loves me. I soon realize that Agatha's goons have come out of my bedroom with my bags in hand and head out the door. My eyes follow them and I see that they have put my stuff in the backseat of a black SVU. 

I quickly turn my eyes back to my mom. “It’s ok, honey. I will be fine” she lies. We both know that she won’t live another two months. This is the last time I will ever see her in person. “We can facetime?” I suggest. “Absolutely” she agrees. 

“We need to go. Train leaves in forty-five minutes” Agatha presses, putting a soft hand on my mother's back rubbing it softly. 

My mom looks at her, nods then looks back at me. “She’s right, honey. You need to go. I love you, so so much” she says, engulfing me in a hug again, for the last time. “I love you too” I say, pulling away from her hug. One of Agatha’s goons has come back into the house and the second I pulled away from my mom, he grabbed me by the elbow and pulled me out of my childhood home, and pushed me into the rental car. He left the door open, probably because Agatha was going to be riding with me in the back while her goons took the two front seats. 

I watch carefully as Agatha and my mother talk in the doorway of the house and my mom hands her a paper. A letter. Why would my mom be giving her a letter? Anger begins to mix with my devastation and I am about to explode. I start to feel a tightness in my chest, my heart begins to pound out of my chest, and I start to breath heavily. I know I’m having a panic attack. I stubble for my purse and pull out my inhaler. My hands are so shaky right now and a little wet from wiping tears away, that I drop my inhaler. I try to take deeper breaths but it's useless. I duck down making it harder to breath, finding my inhaler a little longer than anticipated and I use it to inhale one, two, three times. My breathing slows, I hold my hand with the inhaler close to my chest and I close my eyes for a minute. When I open my eyes, Agatha is getting into the seat next to me and I can't help but stare out the window as the car starts and pulls away from my old life.

My mind is going a million miles a minute. I can’t even think straight. All of the questions from last night have resurfaced with more from the little incident last night. I didn't even realize that we made it to the train station. Agatha and her goons have dragged me along to find our train and when we board we get a whole cart to ourselves. 

Agatha sits on one side, in the window seat, and her goons sit in the two seats across from her. I sit a couple seats up and across from her. I needed a minute to process what just happened this morning. I pull out my phone to check the time and it's barey 8:30. The morning sun kissing my skin through the window of this train that was supposed to take me to this new, better, life of mine. Not better, but new. New life of mine.

These thoughts made my mind trail off to how my old life was like. My old old life. Back before my mom was diagnosed with leukemia. 

I was the top freshman swimmer on the team at school and in almost all honors classes. They came so easy to me. I was on my way to being co-captain of the swim team by sophomore year. I had an almost boyfriend. I liked him and he liked me, and just when he was about to ask me to homecoming, my mom got diagnosed and my whole life got flipped upside down. 

Now, once again, my life is being turned upside down. Not even upside down, this is something else. It's like the whole world is spinning, and I can’t just take a minute to breath. Everything is just happening so fast and I don’t know how to slow down.

It takes me ten minutes into the train ride for me to realize how tired I actually am and I’m in desperate need for sleep. I pull out my earbuds and play some tunes from my favorite playlist and I close my eyes, once again allowing the darkness to consume me taking me into a deep sleep.

I wake up to a sound of Madison Beer singing Good in Goodbye, and the sun in my eyes. It takes me a minute to look out the window and realize that the train has come to a stop. How long have I been asleep? I press the power button of my iphone and see that it is 1:30. Holy s**t! I’ve been asleep on this train for five hours. 

I feel a hand on my shoulder and I striffen. I look up to see that Agatha is telling me that we need to leave. I get up from my seat and my neck and back ache from my long nap in such a weird position. 

By the time I have my bags grabbed, Agatha and her goons are certainly not waiting for me. They're out the door and I’m running to catch up with them. By the time I caught up with them through the station, we’re outside at the front of the station. The pale security guard has my duffle bag slung across his shoulders and carries it as if it weighs nothing.  

Before I know it we are in the parking lot and into yet another car. And a nice one at that. I’ve never really been a car girl, but I do know that this would have to be really expensive. 

We all climb into the car, the goons in the front, and Agatha sitting next to me in the back. I haven't even spoken to her yet. I have been so wrapped up in my own mind that I haven't even spoken a word since I left my home. Left my mother.  I push those thoughts aside and I try to make conversation.

“So… How long have you worked at the school?” I ask guessing that she runs it, but a giggle escapes her lips.

“I don’t work at the school, Addison. I was just simply sent to fetch you” she laughs, but I’m not so sure that I like being compared to a dog toy. 

“Oh” is all I can say. There is a moment of awkward silence and I don’t know what to say without sounding like an i***t. 

“Actually, Ma’am Allison Fox runs the Academy. She's like a daughter to me” she says with pride in her voice. Ma’am? How old was this Allison Fox? And exactly how old was Agatha?Just more questions to add to the long list. 

I open my mouth to ask a couple questions before we get to this academy but she holds out her hand, telling me to shut up before I speak and says with a smile, “You better leave all your questions to Allison. She should be the one to introduce you to our world. Your new world” She is beaming at this point. I nod and stay silent for the rest of the car ride. 

Thirty minutes went by in a flash, and the whole time I was thinking about my mother. I quickly shot a text to her saying, Almost at the school. I miss you already