WITCH FOR LEASE

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Katie POV

Home. I can’t seem to call it” home” the entire time. It is complicated.” Woman, let Amara bring my breakfast in the drawing room.” Father yells out to mother. Well, if he mentions drawing room, apparently, my name should be in the next sentence of his. “Katie B, I need you in the drawing room now!” He calls out not even a minute late. “Yes, father you called. “I reply standing by the door. “Don’t just stand there child, I already know I called. Now, let me hear your progress with Sebastian. “I am now conversant with all the seven elements but I am still working on shape and form. They are giving me a little trouble. “I reply without hesitation.” Put the drawings on the table. “Okay, father.” I reply grabbing the drawings from the drawer on my left. “It is adequate. Carry on practicing from this moment and let me get the samples before twilight on my bed and I need not remind you. “He demands. “But father, I was to take a break this wee ..”He cuts me short ,with a death stare as he bangs on the table with his wrist spilling the paint in the unsealed bottle. ” I said I want them in the evening! Period. You can leave, I want to have breakfast.”

“Katie! Come here! How many times do I have to tell you?” It was mother. “Okay, Okay, mother.

Calm down. No need to pester me as if I have not had enough of father’s screams. “I sighed. Honestly, I just have had enough of my parents because seriously who wakes up with energy to scold or yell this early. It is six in the morning.

“Do not, again talk back to your father. And how many times do I have to tell you to quit holding your hands at the back when talking to an elder. Hands at the front, young girl. Do you hear me?” Mother says scolding me. “Go get your hair brushed and tied in a bun this moment and go in and perfect your drawings just as your father demanded. Sebastian will not be with us for the week. You already know that.”” Yes, mother, I will,” I said in a sigh. “Where’s Dylan, mother, he has not come to wake me up and give me my morning kisses today as usual.” I asked.”

“Your brother left with Douglas for church. He seemed excited for something. I don’t really know what exactly.”” Oh, it is because Jean will be there today.” I remembered. Jean was Douglas’ nephew. The town’s chief commander. Dylan was always ready for and holding any fire arm. And of course, Jean let him mess with them under his supervision whenever he was around. They had this friendship thing going on for a while now.

Mother was not quite aware of anything not even the interests of her children. All that mattered to her, was what father wanted, about me being a proper lady and getting married and finally, about Dylan being a man soon enough. “Darling, I want you to get married and have a home of your own,” she uttered. “You and Jean would and will make a perfect marriage.” Perfect marriage, she said, while hers and father’s was in shatters. Learning from the best huh! Not that I did not want to get married, no, I would love to. It was just that Jean and I, were complete strangers. He never smiled or did he? People should be in love before they get married right? Everything seemed wrong between the both of us. There was just a lot that we didn’t know about each other. Was there even chemistry between us?” You know how I had my incredible wedding in HaleWoods, well yours darling is going to be fancier.it will be magnificent. Your father won’t have nothing less for his daughter. Jean is going to treat you like royalty and he will always take care of you and you are going to have the most adorable and precious kids. You are going to be happier in your home. He will never let you go to sleep mad at him.” For a moment it was if my mother was describing the life she longed to have with her husband for me.

“But mother, why can’ t I make my own decisions like other girls do? I want my own freedom to do things as I want. My whole life I have been living under the shadows of you both. For goodness sake mother, I can’t even pick out a hobby. A hobby mother? From a hobby, to the person I spent my whole life with! I also want to be the author of a part of the life I am living at least then if not all of it. It seems like I only get to narrate the pages of my own life. It is not fair mother. Come on!” I wanted to cry. I felt myself swallow a huge lump of pain. I was fed up. I wanted mother to understand me for once. For her to be on my side, just today. She stood dumbfounded. She had this look in her eyes. A look that seemed to say I get you Katie. Your mother is here. Don’t cry. She came up to me, held my cheek as I lay my head on her palm as she wiped my dropping tear. “Hush now love. It might seem that I don’t understand you but I do. Trust me baby, I do. It is just that certain things are beyond and out of my control. You might not understand me either but I pray that you will one day. I promise. I am sorry darling.”

I can describe Jean as attractive. I do find him attractive. Golden brown eyes, wispy lashes, (a box smile though very hard to ever see him put it on), a decent haircut swept to the side, some killer abs and nice biceps and a scarlet scar that looks like claw marks on his right cheek. He is wordless but yet pompous. Maybe I should just give him a chance. Well, I might as well give myself a chance with him too and see where it goes. For starters, my little brother already liked him. “See, it is not that bad if Dylan likes him.” I tried convincing myself.

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