2 more days?
830 Words
Bella’s POV
I woke up about 4am feeling like a bus ran me over. It takes me 10 minutes to get out of bed and stand up. I look at myself in front of the mirror. My stomach is black and blue, my face is bruised and swollen. I’m going to have to use magic to heal my broken ribs and swollen face. I hate doing this because it drain the witch who does it. I have been practicing my magic secretly for the past 2 years. I close my eyes and concentrate. I feel the tingle spread across my chest and face.
When I open my eyes only the slight bruises are left on my stomach. I can move better but all I want to do is sleep. I decide to lay down and sleep some more. I have two hours before I need to be up for school. 2 more days until I move out of this hell whole.
I wake up at 6:30 feeling better then I have in a while. After my shower I towel dry my hair and run a brush through my hair. I decide to put some eyes liner on and mascara.
I chose my black leggings, black tank top and silver hoodie. I look at myself in the mirror feeling happy with my look. My happiness is cut short when a knock comes from my door.
“Bella are you up and dressed?” My uncles voice comes through the door.
“Yes sir”
“Good” as he opens a the door. “I have someone down stairs who would like to meet you”
I just stair at him confused.
“Come down stairs and smile.” He says as he walks out of my room.
Ok that was strange. It’s probably another coven leader and wants to make a good happy family impression. I grab my back pack and head down stairs. At least this means I can eat breakfast.
I skip down stairs and see a man in his 40s sitting on the couch and another who looks maybe 19 to 21. I smile at them and go into the kitchen and grab some food for the day.
I can hear them talking.
“So is that her?” The older many says
“Yes, pretty isn’t she. She will be 18 tomorrow ” my uncles says with a smile. Creepy
“Yes she is.” Says the younger man
“So son what do you think?” Says the older man
“ We will take her for the treaty.” Says the younger man.
At this point I stop listening. Wait TAKE FOR THE TREATY?
My uncle can’t do that. No way he would do that. I mean he hates me cause we was always jealous of my father but I’m still his blood. Right?
“Bella can you come in here please”
My uncle never says please. This is not going to be good.
“Bella this is Brian Craft” my uncle gestures to the older man
“And this is his son Blake. Blake just took over the Harvest Moon Coven in Boston”
“It’s nice to meet you both. I don’t mean to be rude but I have to get to school” I say hoping to escape before they can do anything.
“WAIT Bella. We just signed a new peace treaty with the Harvey’s Moon coven. You are to go with them to be Blake’s mate as a part of this treaty. My uncle says
I just stare at him in shock. You have to go be kidding me.
“E-excuse m-me!!” I manage to stutter out
The guy named Blake stands up and walks over to me. Grabbing my waist and brining me into him.
“Hello Bella, I am Blake. I think we will be very happy together.” He says while holding me close smelling me.
I am internally panicking and frozen in my spot. My brain is not processesing what is happening. The next thing I know I’m being pulled into a sleek black car.
“Wait what about my stuff!”
“It’s already packed” he says pointing my a guy putting suitcases in the car. I see a bag of my spell books and photo albums.
I need to text Damien.
-HELP! My uncle gave me away as someone mate for a treaty! He’s taking me now!
-WHAT! Who? Where?
-his name is Blake Craft, and it’s the Harvest Moon Coven in Boston.
-I woke up and they were already here. I was called in and was told I was being given to him.
“Who are you texting baby?” Blake says.
“Just my mate” I say with venom.
Blake’s face turns dark. His eyes are black and he looks pissed.
“I’m your mate now!” He says as he takes my phone out of my hands and throwing it out the window. He pulls me on to his lap and put his face to my neck breathing me in while tears run down my face.
No more freedom in 2 more days.
- Writer
