Confessions of a Black Witch

Nine

Interagation 8:20pm

"Do you have names of these...Black witches? An address? Phone number? Email address?" Rollins leaned over the table closer to Nevaeh. "I can't help you when all you are giving me is fairytales! These stories won't hold in court! They will throw you in a mental house without a second thought!"

"They're not fairytales! Magick is real! Witches are real! Do your research, detective!" Nevaeh practically shouted. There was a knock at the door that caught both Nevaeh's and Rollins attention. The plump, older officer that took Nevaeh's statement when she was first arrested pushed open the door.

"Uh, Rollins. A word?" He glanced from Nevaeh to Rollins again. Rollins sighed, closing his notebook and standing up. With a last glance at Nevaeh, he left the room once again. Nevaeh slid down further in her seat and tangled her fingers in her hair. She wanted to scream. She wanted to pull out her hair. Her hands continued to shake from nerves and her eyes slowly threatened to close. Then, a familiar voice came from the other side of the door.

"This isn't your jurisdiction. This is my case!" Rollins argued with someone behind the door.

"You're investigating a possible witness to a string of robberies and murders. That's my case. All I'm asking is a couple minutes with her to get more information about her friends." It went silent on the other side. Nevaeh's heart started beating rapidly.

"Ten minutes." The door opened and Rollins gave a disapproving look at Nevaeh before a familiar face walked in. Nevaeh shot up in her seat, every muscle tense. The exhaustion seemed to disappear. She was now very alert. The man sat down, taking off his fancy grey suit jacket and set a tan folder on the table in front of him. His striking hazel eyes met Nevaeh's and she could have sworn there was a smirk playing at his lips.

"A cop, huh? You weren't a cop before," Nevaeh said, her dry throat cracking.

The man smiled but did not reply. As he opened his folder and pulled out his papers, Nevaeh couldn't help but notice how good looking he was. His sharp jaw line and perfect lips to the way his black hair was combed back and stayed in place with little effort. He was Godly.

He placed three photos in front of Nevaeh. She looked down at them only for a second. "Your friends...I want names." Even his voice was angelic.

"I don't know these woman." He pulled another photo out and place it over the others. It was taken the day she first met up with the witches at the restaurant. "You've been following me..."

"These three woman...They go by the names Velvet, Melonie and Kelsie, but those aren't their real names. What are their real names?" He was determined for answers. Nevaeh seemed puzzled by this, a bit offended that they didn't trust her enough to give their real names.

"I-I don't know." She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I thought those were their real names."

"What did you talk about with them?" He tapped the photo of them at the restaurant.

Nevaeh shrugged. "Girl stuff."

"Spells? Black magick?" Nevaeh remained silent, trying to figure this man out. Her eyes fell to the hand that still tapped at the photo. He was on edge for sure. He seemed like a man that would do anything to get his answers. And he knew more than what he was letting on.

The tattoo on his thumb caught her attention and suddenly she knew. She knew why he was here. She knew why he was looking for Velvet and the others. "Are you a religious man...I'm sorry I don't think I caught your name."

He sat back in his chair. "Chad. And yes. I'm devoted to my religion."

"How devoted?"

He shrugged. "I go to church every Sunday. Why? Do you go to church, Ms. Roberts?"

Nevaeh wrinkled her nose. "No. I find that most people that attend church to be...Deceitful."

"Oh? How so?"

"A lot of you so called Christians will do anything for your God. You lie and murder in his name. You live by that God damn bible like it's your code of life. But is that what God really wanted from us?" Nevaeh leaned in. "Did God ever speak to you, Chad? Did God ever tell you to kill someone because they don't follow your rules of religion?"

Chad looked away. laughing silently. "You were once a child of God, were you not, Nevaeh?" Their eyes met again. "Raised in a Christian home, going to church every Sunday. Your own parents lived by the bible. Am I right?"

Nevaeh could taste the bitterness on her tongue. Her childhood memories flashed before her. "My parents didn't give a f**k about God or the bible and they sure in hell didn't give a f**k about me! They used their beliefs to gain control of me just as Christians have been doing for centuries."

"Is that why you ran away from home?" Nevaeh didn't say a word. This man before her knew about her life yet she didn't know anything about him. Who was this man? Why was he here? And why did he lie to her when they first met?