already. I feel bleak and weird about the things he's told me.
I glance at Ari and try to smile. Trist comes bursting through the door. "O, it's like Pretty Woman meets a Miss Universe pageant in there. Phillip has taken ten of them home but there are still like twelve girls we don’t know where to take. They come from poor countries. It's chaos. Giselle is up and about too. She already almost ate a nice girl from Africa."
I look at the scar on my hand and almost wish I were back at the tree. Instead I walk through the door. Phillip flashes into the hallway beside me. "O, not cool. Leaving us to deal with all this."
"Guys, mellow out. She's going through some shit." Ari scowls and grabs my hand. She drags me through the house to the back door. The cool misty day makes me shiver. When we reach the bench at the dock in the backyard she lets go of my hand and sits. She stares at the water like she sees something I don’t.
"You okay?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "It's a mess. It's all a mess. Aimee and Ben and Luke are miserable without Sam. Hanna is a disaster. Her heart is so broken, my dad said she is blacking out again. Marcus is hiding it from Lorri. Giselle is eating anything she can touch, literally eating. Shane is being brain washed every week because somehow he finds his way back to Aimee. Even Annabelle is dying inside without the little kids. Lydia barely looks at me. Somehow we all have to come together and fight your dad. It just isn’t going to happen."
I sit beside her and can't fight it. "I agree. We need to find the missing link. Where it all went wrong."
"Sam. We need him. He is the key to killing your dad. Lydia and Annabelle agree. We need Sam back. Hanna is a mess because of it. Even if he and her weren’t together, her guilt is eating her alive. If Aimee wasn’t here, if she had a normal life, we wouldn’t have the Giselle issue and Aleks would be hunting his dad fulltime. We would have gotten Sam and the kids long before. Lydia told me she wasted a lot of time on helping Aimee control herself. They knew about the kids but never went for them. They were all here helping Aimee. I love her more than I love Lucas, but she is it. She needs to go back. If I can control the push, I can ensure this isn’t her future. Dorian can make a different soul sucker. It didn’t have to be Aimee. She was just a victim."
I nod. "I can do it. Let’s just go do it."
Ari laughs. "Guess we're driving."
I frown. "Dude, Phillip. Isn't that how you got here from Maine?"
Ari shakes her head. "Yeah, but no one can know. You need to put a spell on Aimee so she doesn’t remember anything and Giselle. So when they go back everything is normal."
"Blake too," I add.
She nods. "Let's do this. I'll text Aimes to come to the house and see Giselle. You can do the mind thingy there and then when we go do the push we can hit Blake."
"Okay." I stand and walk to my room. I pull the book from under the bed, the book no one knows I have. I turn the old fragile pages slowly.
"That’s dark magic O."
I look back at my sisters and shake my head. "I'm not doing it. I'm looking for something. I need to fix things. You guys stay with Trist okay?"
"Ophelia, dark magic pulls the darkness into you. Every piece you take in kills off some of the light."
I frown. "I need darkness to kill my own mother anyway."
"Not the same way. Please be safe little sister. Our freedom lies with you."
I sigh. "I will. Everyone's freedom and happiness and everything sits with me." I look over the page once more and close the book. I push it under the bed and spell the area again. Even Tristan couldn’t find it.
I close my eyes and walk to the room, practicing using the air around me to guide me, like Annabelle and my sisters do. Their eyes technically don’t work.
Opening the door to Giselle's room, confirms it all for me. I am certain that we are making the right decision. She is a hot mess.
Ari walks in behind me and stops when she sees
I glance at Ari and try to smile. Trist comes bursting through the door. "O, it's like Pretty Woman meets a Miss Universe pageant in there. Phillip has taken ten of them home but there are still like twelve girls we don’t know where to take. They come from poor countries. It's chaos. Giselle is up and about too. She already almost ate a nice girl from Africa."
I look at the scar on my hand and almost wish I were back at the tree. Instead I walk through the door. Phillip flashes into the hallway beside me. "O, not cool. Leaving us to deal with all this."
"Guys, mellow out. She's going through some shit." Ari scowls and grabs my hand. She drags me through the house to the back door. The cool misty day makes me shiver. When we reach the bench at the dock in the backyard she lets go of my hand and sits. She stares at the water like she sees something I don’t.
"You okay?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "It's a mess. It's all a mess. Aimee and Ben and Luke are miserable without Sam. Hanna is a disaster. Her heart is so broken, my dad said she is blacking out again. Marcus is hiding it from Lorri. Giselle is eating anything she can touch, literally eating. Shane is being brain washed every week because somehow he finds his way back to Aimee. Even Annabelle is dying inside without the little kids. Lydia barely looks at me. Somehow we all have to come together and fight your dad. It just isn’t going to happen."
I sit beside her and can't fight it. "I agree. We need to find the missing link. Where it all went wrong."
"Sam. We need him. He is the key to killing your dad. Lydia and Annabelle agree. We need Sam back. Hanna is a mess because of it. Even if he and her weren’t together, her guilt is eating her alive. If Aimee wasn’t here, if she had a normal life, we wouldn’t have the Giselle issue and Aleks would be hunting his dad fulltime. We would have gotten Sam and the kids long before. Lydia told me she wasted a lot of time on helping Aimee control herself. They knew about the kids but never went for them. They were all here helping Aimee. I love her more than I love Lucas, but she is it. She needs to go back. If I can control the push, I can ensure this isn’t her future. Dorian can make a different soul sucker. It didn’t have to be Aimee. She was just a victim."
I nod. "I can do it. Let’s just go do it."
Ari laughs. "Guess we're driving."
I frown. "Dude, Phillip. Isn't that how you got here from Maine?"
Ari shakes her head. "Yeah, but no one can know. You need to put a spell on Aimee so she doesn’t remember anything and Giselle. So when they go back everything is normal."
"Blake too," I add.
She nods. "Let's do this. I'll text Aimes to come to the house and see Giselle. You can do the mind thingy there and then when we go do the push we can hit Blake."
"Okay." I stand and walk to my room. I pull the book from under the bed, the book no one knows I have. I turn the old fragile pages slowly.
"That’s dark magic O."
I look back at my sisters and shake my head. "I'm not doing it. I'm looking for something. I need to fix things. You guys stay with Trist okay?"
"Ophelia, dark magic pulls the darkness into you. Every piece you take in kills off some of the light."
I frown. "I need darkness to kill my own mother anyway."
"Not the same way. Please be safe little sister. Our freedom lies with you."
I sigh. "I will. Everyone's freedom and happiness and everything sits with me." I look over the page once more and close the book. I push it under the bed and spell the area again. Even Tristan couldn’t find it.
I close my eyes and walk to the room, practicing using the air around me to guide me, like Annabelle and my sisters do. Their eyes technically don’t work.
Opening the door to Giselle's room, confirms it all for me. I am certain that we are making the right decision. She is a hot mess.
Ari walks in behind me and stops when she sees
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