Fated Truth (The True Witch Saga) (5 page)

“Buckle the belt
, Ells.”

We turn
ed around and started heading toward my parents’ house. “Uncle Dan what are we doing?” I was starting to freak out. I couldn’t go back there, to that woman. She hated me. I couldn’t stand to look at her face again while she was spewing vile things at me. I curled into the corner of my uncle’s car and started to cry.

“Relax
, Ells. I’m just going to run in and get some of your things for school tomorrow. I would just take you shopping or give you money so you can go on your own, but it’s kind of late for that. You have to have something more than what you’ve got with you for school tomorrow, yes?”

I start
ed to relax in my seat, even though we were pulling into my parent’s drive. I was stunned at what I saw. There was a huge plume of smoke coming from the back yard.

Uncle Dan turned
to me with a puzzled expression. “I wonder what they’re burning at this time of night.”

I did
n’t have the heart to tell him, but I had a pretty good idea.
My things
. Everything that made that hell hole of a house my home. All gone. Nothing but tar and ash to remember me by. Talk about knowing your place within your family.

Okay, I
had to snap myself out of it. I was not the whiney little bitch that I was currently playing at. I’m strong. I’d survived that long. I could cope with this also.

Uncle Dan slowly exited
his car as if he dreaded going to the door. I think on some level he knew what had happened out back. I could see the front door perfectly from my perch in the front seat. My mother answered the door and I saw her start to scream at Dan. Then Dan shook his head, yelled something at my mother, and stomped back down the walk toward me and his car. Dan opened his door, trying to keep a pleasant face. As if I didn’t know what she’d said or what she and my father had done.

“
Welp, kid. Looks like shopping it is, after all. Might as well play hookie from school tomorrow while you are at it, it being so late and all. We can make a day out of it. I’ll even make you your favorite strawberry waffles in the morning.”

I smile
d. “That sounds great, Uncle Dan, a perfect day, just like we used to do when I was younger.”

Until I was about thirteen
, Dan used to pick me up and spend the day with me, every Saturday. He never liked my father much, but he had always loved me. I could always count on him to be there. So I kept a pleasant façade on my face, all the way to his home. He really was trying.

When we pull
ed off the main road in town, onto a dirt track that led to Dan’s cabin in the woods, I started to perk up. It had been forever since I’d been there. It was a happy place for me. Just what I needed after a night like tonight.

Dan’s home
was a two story log and rock cabin. It truly was gorgeous. As we strolled through the front door we were bombarded by his mutt, Chewy. Chewy was short for Chewbacca. He really was an ugly thing, but I had always loved his hairy ass.

“I have the guest room all made up for you. That’s what took me so long to get to you earlier. I was trying to find the clean sheets. Why don’t you go on up there and turn in
, Ella girl. You look plum tuckered.”

I couldn’t agree more. I was more than ready to get off this rollercoaster of a night. I hug
ged my Uncle goodnight. “Night, Uncle Dan. Thanks for everything. I really mean that,” I said. “Love you!” I called over my shoulder as I trudged up the steps.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head
, Ells. You are still my little blackbird. Everything looks better in the light of day.”

When I reached my room I felt like I had been hit by an emotional freight train. All I wanted to do was take a shower to rinse the funk off of me. I walked through the bedroom I often used during my visits when I was younger. Everything still looked the same, out dated posters hanging on the walls, the same wrought iron white bed that Uncle Dan must have made up with new sheets, there was even a case of old make-up sitting on the dresser that he bought me in secret for my thirteenth birthday.

I saw all of the familiar things and smiled as I dragged my feet across the thick carpeting. When I reached the small in suite bathroom I turned straight for the shower and turned on the water as hot as it would allow. The pipes clanked and squalled as the water began to rush through them. When the water reached its steaming point, I quickly shucked my clothes and climbed in. I stood under the hard spray of the water just reliving the day in my mind. There were some definite high points. But most of the day had been pure shit.

I grab the newly unpackaged bar of soap that Dan must have laid out for me, and started to run it over my body. My thoughts drifted back to how sweet and protective Jaxx had acted toward me earlier that night. How his eyes had been trained upon me as if he could see right through my tough girl act. His eyes were what got to me. So warm, yet they were the color of melting ice. It would be so hot if he had those eyes trained on me then, roaming leisurely over my wet, nude body. I turned so that my back was to the spray so that I could wet my hair. I ran the sudsy bar over my over sensitive breasts and thought of how succulent his mouth would feel on my hard nipples. Would he nibble, or simply suckle them? Just the thought of his mouth on
me had me pressing, rubbing my thighs together in frustration. I dropped the bar of soap and used my soap covered hand to run it up my stomach slowly, using my nails to scratch lightly against my skin. I continued the journey upward shivering at the sensation of having my nails against my wet overly sensitive skin. I reached my left breast and cupped it with my right hand. I decided to experiment and tug at my nipples a little harder than usual. It hit me like a live wire connected directly to my clit. The friction of rubbing my legs together wasn’t stimulation enough. So I slid my right hand down until I reached the apex of my thighs. I lightly ran my fingertips through the sculpted nest of tight curls, barely touching my distended clit with every pass, and gathered my already flowing juices with my fingertips.

I turned and backed up until my back hit the cold tile. The difference in the temperature of the tile wall and the steaming water was delicious against my skin. I closed my eyes and pictured what I thought Jaxx would look like in the buff.
All tight ridges of muscle. I wanted to explore every single ounce of him with my tongue. I wondered what his dick would feel like plunging repeatedly into me. I hiked my left leg up and sat it upon the shower seat so I could stroke my clit faster and faster while I thought about what Jaxx would feel like buried deeply inside my tight channel.

I pushed my lips tightly together to keep from calling out his name in the midst of my self-induced passion. I could feel myself about to reach my peak, so I stopped pulling at my nipples and moved my left hand down to join my right. I inserted one finger as deeply inside me as it would go, riding it for all I am worth. Jutting and swirling my hips, trying to find my release, I added a second finger and shoved them both in harder and harder, faster and faster. I was so tight that they barely fit inside me. But the stretching burn felt so damn good.

Finally with a barely muted cry of pleasure I felt my body let itself go. The climax was so intense that I bucked and shook from the assault of such intense sensations. Nothing had ever felt so good. With my eyes still closed, I imagined Jaxx’s eyes smiling into mine. Proud of what he had just accomplished.

I sighed as I retracted my fingers from their tight fit between my still quivering thighs. That had really taken a lot out of me. Now that I had literally worked out my aggressions upon myself, I could barely keep my eyes open. I quickly rinsed the last of the soap and suds from my body and turned the hot water off. I stepped out of the shower shivering as the cooler air hit my goose pimpled skin. I quickly reached for the first towel I saw and half ass dried off. Before I
knew it I was diving for the covers of my bed, snuggling deep between the blue sheets and down comforter. I was out before I remember my head hitting the mounds of pillows.

Chapter Three

A Walk Down Memory Lane

I woke with a start. Disoriented at first, not knowing where I was. Then I recalled last night and everything that had happened. I remember
ed my promise to myself. No more being anyone’s doormat. I didn’t have to answer to my mother anymore. No need for me to hide myself behind a docile façade.

I could
hear Uncle Dan banging pots in the kitchen. The smell of salty bacon beckoned me to go and enjoy. I swept the blankets off of me slowly. I didn’t remember covering myself up before I crashed. Dan again. You could see why he had always been my favorite. I stretched and felt the stress of the last days fall away. This house had always been home to me. My parents hadn’t always let me visit as much as I would have liked.

I grab
bed my bag off the night table beside the bed in search of my phone. I could just guess how many angry texts and rants I had gotten from Jessa. While I was fumbling in my bag, I found something warm to the touch. I gingerly pulled out the gorgeous necklace that I’d found last night. Holding it up to the sun streaming through the window, I noticed that it did indeed sparkle from within the stones. It felt like home. While holding the necklace, a calmness swept over me. Like a hug from someone who loved you completely.

So lack of sleep, stress, or just the complete drama of the last couple of days had driven
me nuttso,
I thought.
Straight jacket anyone? Nope not me.
I carefully placed the necklace under my pillow. Out of sight, out of mind and all that jazz.

I got up off the bed and went in search of something that did
n’t smell. I was not a fan of day old undies. Searching through the dresser in the room I had currently taken over, I found a pair of boxers and an old braves t-shirt. After using the toilet and doing what personal things I was able to do without my normal toiletries, I skipped down the staircase and found my uncle singing to an oldies station and swinging his ass as he stirred the bacon. I tried to stifle a giggle, but didn’t even remotely succeed.

“Practicing for American Idol, Uncle Dan?”

“Ells, you know I still got it, kiddo. Hell, I have to beat em off with a stick every time I leave the front door.” He made motions with the spatula like he was whacking hopefuls left and right.

“Dork, You better be glad I love you.” I chuckle
d.

“Sit down
, Ella girl. Breakfast will be ready in a jiffy and then we are going to talk about what happened last night. And what we are going to do about it.”

I slump
ed down in the first chair I came to. “Uncle Dan, I don’t have any sort of plan. I wasn’t expecting this. What she did wasn’t warranted. I didn’t did anything wrong.”

“I wasn’t blaming you for my sister
’s mental break, darling. I just want to work out some kind of plan so we know what to expect from here on out.” He dished me a plate of hard scrambled eggs and bacon. The food that smelled so good a moment ago, tasted like saw dust in my mouth as I spooned the first bite.

“Now why don’t you start from the beginning and tell me everything that happened after you got home and what led up to it.”

I told Uncle Dan about the words my mother and I’d had yesterday morning. I told him about being targeted by a bully at school and the vile shit written on my locker.

“Hold on there
, missy. What did you mean they won’t do anything about what someone wrote on your locker?”

“This girl Sabrina has the school locked in. Her mom
is the head of every board there is. There is just nothing I can do about it. It scares me a bit to be honest. The last person she targeted ended up in a continuous comma after a freak car accident.”

Uncle Dan shudder
ed at that news. “Well I’m still going to have words with your principal and then after we get you something decent to wear, we are making a trip to the police department. Now, onto more pressing matters. What exactly did my mental sister tell you last night before she left that lovely mark on your face?”

I raise
d my hand to my right cheek at the mention of the slap. “She said she wasn’t my mother. That she never wanted me. That it was a mistake to ever let me into her home. Under her roof. Then she threw my purse out the door and started shoving me out the same way.”

Uncle Dan’s skin
was ashen by the end of my rant. “Well, sweetie, I know this will be hard for you to hear, but you are adopted.”

I’m pretty sure my jaw
hit the table.

“Ella, you have to lis
ten to me. What she said to you, your mother I mean-”

“SHE IS NOT MY MOTHER!!!” I pretty much scream
ed.

“Calm down
, Ells. What I meant was that when she told you that you were adopted- No, stay there you need to hear this.” He made a staying motion with his hand as I was about to bolt from the seat. “I found you when you were about three months old. You were wrapped in a pretty little pink blanket, just lying in a basket in the cold November weather on my front porch. I went out for the morning paper and I found you there just cooing at me. Shaking your little fist. I picked you up, basket and all, and rushed inside afraid you were going to be get sick from the cold. When I got you inside, I actually got my first real look at you. God, you were so beautiful. The prettiest baby that I had ever seen. I fell in love with you on the spot.”