The Mate Of The Half-Blood.

Chapter 3

-Eva-                                                        Secrets

Standing in the shower, feeling the warm water pelt my back, I go over everything that has happened today how I felt like I was safe and secure in his arms and felt cold and frightened when he had gone, I find it strange how one kiss, ok, one magical kiss can make me feel so many emotions of lust, love, content, wholeness, want and need. Too many emotions at once for me to handle so I concentrate on the feeling of the water cascading down my body, once I step out of the shower, the shock from the cool air of the room wakes me from the sleepiness I felt in the water the warmth protecting me and comforting me like a shield, I reach back around and turn the shower off I snatch my towel off the towel rail and take cover clutching my stuff close to my body I bolt for my room. 

I immediately drop my towel and put my fleece pajamas on I toss my dirty clothes from today in my laundry hamper and place my shower caddy by my desk, I am suddenly feeling drained and just want to sleep. Diving headfirst onto my bed I curl up into a ball and feel my eyelids getting heavier but my stomach growls with a pang of pain reminding me I have not eaten anything since lunch, checking my alarm clock that sits proudly on my bedside table I see that it's almost midnight I roll my eyes at myself, “looks like a late dinner” I mumble and shuffle towards the door.

Plodding towards the kitchen I see the living room light is still on, Ruenn must still be up. She has a nasty habit of cramming the night before a big test I recall her telling me that she had her final this Friday, I make a mental note to grab her something sweet, so she doesn’t burn herself out, again. I search the fridge and find it almost bare just some eggs and milk, I then look in the cupboards… again, nothing. When was the last time either of us shopped? I go back to the fridge and check the freezer department there are a few ready meals, but I don’t think I could stomach another nuked meal.

 Going back to the fridge once more I notice there is some cheese hidden in one of the draws, I take it out and look it over doesn’t seem to be moldy checking the date I notice it still has a few weeks left on it, score… I grab the eggs and take out a frying pan, An omelet will do, not very fancy I know but I am limited to what I can make with a few eggs and some cheese wishing I had at least had something else to add to my meal I crack the eggs into a small glass mixing bowl, turning to grate the cheese I notice the eyes through the kitchen window the same Forest green eyes from before. s**t.

I take a step back those if those are the same eyes that I saw earlier then I need to know, why they are here? Did whatever it is follow me? But why? I started to feel cold as they stare at me, I’m frightened. It could be anything out there, there are several things that it could be a shapeshifter? No, they tend to keep to themselves, a werewolf? Again, no they have other priorities with their pack, another witch? Maybe, but wouldn’t the coven know if there was a rogue witch on their lands? I look into the darkness once more the eyes glimmer from forest green to black. I duck down “f**k” I curse I really should have made it look like I didn’t notice. Now they stare intently at me with malice, looks like I will be skipping University for the next couple of days.

I had to contact my coven for help. I crawl to my room hoping that they would still believe I am in the kitchen. I struggled to open my bedroom door now that I am on all fours, I take a calming breath and look around making sure that the doors around me are shut and nobody can see me I stand to make opening my door easier. I grab my phone out of my jacket pocket that I had been wearing earlier and typed as fast as I can, firing off a quick message to my coven’s high priestess Bridget.

Bridget has been like a mother to me ever since my so-called mother left me to die on the streets when I was 5.

---Flashback---

I can remember that day well my mother had taken me to the local coffee shop and bought me a hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows, I remember the taste of the cookie that was still warm from the oven, her raspy voice telling me to sit and wait for her while she goes back to the car to get her purse, it never occurred to me at the time that she had it, after all, how could she pay for my drink and cookie? I remember sitting there watching the people walk past the window thinking to myself mummy will be the next person to walk through that door and we will go home, then I can play with my dollies again.

The sun started to set and still no sign of mummy, I let a single tear run down my face I wiped away the tear with my little chubby hands knowing if she came through the door and saw the tears, I would be smacked with the wooden spoon for crying in public. Time ticked by slowly as more and more people walked passed clutching their coats closer to their bodies from the chill in the blustery wind, people around me were saying something about snow but I don’t pay attention because all I could think about was that mummy hadn’t come back.

 She must be hurt but if I left the shop then I will be punished so I sat and waited… and waited… it was getting so dark and shops where closing I could hear my little belly rumble, I was so hungry mummy forgot to feed me lunch before bringing me here. The coffee shop owner a man in his late 40’s kept giving me sympathetic looks as if he knew what was happening, I didn’t care I just stayed in my seat and waited for my mummy. Once it was late and the street lights turned on the owner closed the shop and turned to me and apologized “I’m sorry young lady, I have to close the shop I will take you to the police station to wait for your parents.” “NO, I DON’T WANT TO GO TO THE POWICE...I WANT MY MUMMY. SHE SAID WAIT HERE.” I screamed at him, I was scared that if mummy came to the police station and found me there, she would hurt me worse than hitting me with a wooden spoon, I could still feel the bruises on my legs and chest mummy was clever she never hit me where people could see. It was our little secret.

---flashback end---

The buzzing and vibration snapped me out of my memories before I recalled the worst part, I silently say my thanks to whoever it was as I am very glad that they did. It was Bridget she informed me that she would send a car to pick me up it should arrive in an hour.