Witch

A novel by Tara Brown

Copyright 2012 Tara Brown

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fictional story are based entirely on the crazed mind of the author and are not
based of any human. Any similarities are by chance and not intentional.

This book is dedicated to my
fans, thank you so much, the interest and support has been amazing. I also must
thank my husband and children. You supported me even when I was in my writer’s
frenzy.

I have enjoyed writing this
series and hope you’ve enjoyed reading it as much.

Thank You Nick J (sexiest Proof
Reader ever)

A special thanks to Mani and
Katy and my friends The Nators. Thank you all.

Other books by Tara Brown

Cursed, Book One of the Devil’s
Roses

Bane, Book Two of the Devil’s
Roses

Hyde, Book Three of the Devil’s
Roses

Born

The Light of the World

Vengeance

A New Dawn

New York 1994

Her eyes adjusted to the dark as she waited for the
footsteps that grew louder, as they drew closer. Pain ripped through her as she
pushed, desperate not to make a sound. The sweat dripping from her brow and
landing on the soft cot sounded like a hammer falling upon a nail. The loudest
sound in the room was her rapidly beating heart. It sounded like a drum.

She gasped as the contraction took over. It forced her to
push harder against the waves of pain.

Lost in it all she didn’t notice the door opening. She
didn’t notice the finely manicured hand that propped it open. She didn’t notice
the startling green eyes that watched her. Had she noticed them she would have
seen the fear inside of them.

She let a small noise escape her lips, as exhaustion
blended with her pushing.

“Lillith.”

Fully engaged in pushing, as her body was thrown into
spasms, she ignored the voice. Somewhere in the back of her mind she recognized
the voice, relief filled her. It was better than pain medication.

“Lil can you hear me?” The green-eyed woman walked into
the room closing and locking the door.

She nodded, gasping for air.

The sound of running water filled the room, she ignored
it. She focused. Her belly tightened with the next contraction, making a scream
slip from her lips.

Warm fingers gripped her ankles, “It’s okay Lil. Deep
breathes.”

Hopelessness washed over her as the fingers rubbed her
ankles. She felt the pressure, as the head was freed from her canal.

“The head is out Lil. Stop pushing for a minute.”

She breathed against the stinging sensation and waited for
the words allowing her to push again.

“Okay, one more big push and he’s out.”

Lillith clenched every muscle, letting another scream slip
from her tight lips, as she pushed the baby out. Instant relief filled her as the
screams of the child echoed throughout the sterile room.

She kept her eyes closed. She was terrified it would be
the same as the others.

The silence of the other woman told her more than any
words ever could.

Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, “Just do it
quickly sister.”

“Lil, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

She shook her head, “Get rid of her quickly Anna. I cannot
bear for it to be drawn out.” She heaved slightly as her stomached tightened
again.

She had never felt such a strong contraction for the
placenta before. She knew instantly that something was wrong. Her stomach
tightened as if it were ripping. Screams tore their way ripped from her lips.
She watched as her midwife placed the baby girl in the carrier and turned back
to her.

“It’s another head Lil.”

She smiled through the pain, he would get his son. She
would be free. At long last she would be free.

Alaska

She shivered, watching the night move around her. Nothing
made sense anymore. She thought about Aimee, and had to fight the tears that
threatened her every moment. She hoped, no matter where Aimee was, she was
safe. She couldn’t believe the things Blake said about her, Aimee was no
monster.

Blake had become the monster. She knew it wasn’t his
fault. He never changed on the outside, he was still the nerdy boy she had
fallen in love with, but inside he was dead. Something had changed inside of
his eyes, they were lifeless.

A noise outside of her room stilled her mind. She felt her
breath stop as she scuttled to the corner silently. She moved with stealth she
never knew she possessed.

The darkness of the room was still as she listened to the
noise in the hallway. She waited for it to pass by her room, but instead it
remained outside her door.

She felt her stomach lurch forward, as she imagined the
horror outside of the room, waiting for her.

She wrapped her arms around her legs and pulled them into
her chest. She took shallow breaths, hoping no one could hear. She knew better
though, she knew they could hear her. They could hear her fear, as if it were a
symphony playing for them.

She closed her eyes and imagined Aimee bursting through
the door. She would look the way the panther dude had said she would. Leather
pants and huge boots. Her long hair would look like a cape behind her. She
would be strong and kick ass on all the freaks that held Alise there.

She maintained her vision of her sister, as the key turned
in the lock. The door creaked open, filling the room with thunderous noises.
Footsteps crossed the room.

Teeth shot out like a switchblade.

A horrid laugh filled her face, as huge hands grabbed her
skinny arms and pulled her into its embrace. She ignored it all, filled with
the joy the vision of her sister provided. She felt herself get lost in the
sunlight the long blond cape brought with it.

Wolfville, Maine Present Day

Ophelia

“Did you see her eyes last night? That was freaky. They
went all black.”

“I think she’s on drugs. She moved the pointer with her hands.
I saw her. My brother’s eyes looked like that when he did X. I don’t know how
she's related to Abbey.”

"I know right."

She tried to ignore the whispers. She couldn’t believe
they would say such mean things. She hadn’t moved the stupid marker. The board
had been jinxed. Something came through.

She shot a glare at the stupid plastics.

“You never gave me my paper back.” The words left her
mouth only slightly louder than a whisper. She still glared at the girls
watching her.

She turned back to see Mr. Paulson glance up from the
stack of quiz papers he was about to hand out, “Sorry kid. Let me see if I can
find it.”

He picked up his briefcase and flipped through it, “Ah
here it is. Jeeze sorry I never marked it. Let me do it quickly now okay?”

“Okay.”

The whispers got louder. She felt her skin start to crawl
as a shiver crossed her.

She turned her gaze to the girls in the corner shooting
glances at her.

Mr. Paulson ran through the paper quickly, his eyebrows
rose several times. He never underlined a single thing. He never found a single
mistake. He whistled and passed it back with an A+.

“Nice work kid.”

She took the paper and looked over at the popular girls
still whispering. She should never have gone to the stupid party. She didn’t
belong with them.

She didn’t even like them. They talked about whichever
girl couldn’t make it to whatever function they were at. Backstabbing beotches
was what Noams called them.

She couldn’t believe Abbey had wanted her to go to the
stupid sleep over. She never should have gone. She should have stayed home with
Mackenzie and Naomi to watch the Scream movies back to back like she had
planned.

She took her seat as Mr. Paulson handed out the new quiz.
As the paper landed in her fingers she felt her head grow heavy. She struggled
to remain upright.

She looked up from her desk to watch Jake for the smallest
of moments. His smile and confidence oozed across the classroom. His eyes
caught hers, bringing a smile across his lips. Her heart jumped at him taking
notice of her. Then as quickly as it was there it was gone. He looked away as
if confused. It took him a second to bounce back into the quiz paper sitting in
front of him.

“No talking. You have fifteen minutes to complete this.
When you’re done keep it turned over on your desk.”

She looked down at the questions but the page fuzzed out.
She wiped a trembling hand across her face. Her forehead was covered in sweat.

“She’s sweating like a coke head freak. We should phone
and report her.”

“Shhhh. Eyes on the test people.”

“Look at her now. Her freaking eyes are all black. She’s
doing drugs I’m telling you.”

The whispers were driving her nuts.

She felt herself sway.

“Oh shit Ophelia has got some side boob. Thank you Jesus
for the side boob.”

She looked down at her tank top and readjusted it. She
looked at the boy next to her and scowled. He raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Oh my god she looks like she’s gonna puke. God if she
does I hope she turns away from me. Sweet god, don’t barf near me. Please turn
the other way.”

She frowned at him again. His voice rang in her head but
his lips didn’t move.

“She is gonna puke. I think she took too much. Typical emo
slut. They always eff up and take too much.”

She looked up at the girls in the far corner. Their hands
covered their mouths as they whispered. They were twelve desks away from her.
How was she hearing them? Or the boy next to her? How were the people next to
the mean girls not hearing them? Everyone had their eyes on their tests except
the mean girls and the boy next to her.

“Shhhh. Eyes on your tests.” Mr. Paulson spoke from his
desk but still never lifted his eyes. He tended to repeat himself whether they
spoke or not.

"She is such an emo dork. I heard Abbey had to stop
her from cutting herself the other day. She was all trying to commit suicide
with those other emo sluts. I heard she likes Jake. What a loser."

"Abbey must be so ashamed."

It was a lie. She never cut herself.

Anger filled her in a sudden fit of rage. She stood up
screaming at the girls in the corner, “STOP!”

The anger and energy rushed from her.

Sound burst into the classroom like a shot from a gun.
Papers and debris filled the classroom as huge gusts of wind blew in the
suddenly open windows.

Her desk sat perfectly neat, just as it had when she
stood. Everything else in the classroom was spread across the room. Mr.
Paulson’s glasses sat askew on his face. His hair was blown back. The kid in
front of her had no shirt on except around his wrists.

Everyone looked at her like she was a freak. Cruel words
began to fill her head in hushed tones, “Freak, druggie, possessed, psycho.”

She put her burning fingers up to her face and clawed at
her head, “Shut up. Shut up. Just shut up.” She chanted. She looked at the
jagged glass of the windows. There was no glass except around the edges. It
looked as if the windows had been smashed.

Light filtered into the room from the windows. She saw
something move in her peripheral.

The frightened faces of the other kids were nothing
compared to the black shadows she suddenly noticed. They whispered seductively
as they crept along the floor. They slithered snakelike, trying to reach out
for her.

She ran from the class. Her feet were the only sound in
the hallway as they pounded away from it all. She hadn’t been feeling right
since playing with the Ouija board.

She ran until she reached home. With her back against the
front door and the locks all turned, she slumped onto the floor and started to
cry. She could never go back to the school again. She was a freak. She was for
sure that weird Emily Rose movie.

She went to her hiding place, where she sat and read. She
pretended everything was the same as it had been before the stupid party.

xxxx

“O? Ophelia you here?”

She felt ashamed as Abbey crept into her hiding place. Her
beautiful face looked worried. She sat on her knees and reached her hands at
Ophelia’s.

Ophelia looked at her over top of the book, “I hate you.”

Abbey smiled, “I heard it was just like the sleep over
except you blew Phillip McNeill’s shirt right off his body.”

O watched her younger sister smirk. She couldn’t smirk
back, “That Ouija board haunted me dude. I haven't been the same since that
fucking sleep over. I hate your friends. They did something bad to me.”

Abbey put her hands up, “Hey you got mad skills dude. Mr. Paulson
is off for the rest of this year and probably next. The whole class is in love
with you.”

O shook her head, “No they think I’m a sweaty crack head.
I’m starting to agree with them. I don’t even know what happened, the voices
just got bad and then the windows broke and I screamed. I think someone slipped
me something. Probably those bitch friends of yours Ripley and Lacey.”

"Those sluts are not my friends. They're
acquaintances. They never have anything nice to say. No one listens to them
O."

"They said I cut myself. Like you told people I was
cutting myself."

She shook her blonde head, "No dude I never said
that. Come on. You know those whores make shit up about everyone."

Ophelia put her face in her hands, "Yeah but they
don’t have to make this one up. I destroyed the classroom. I'm going to die
like Emily Rose."

Abbey laughed nervously, it was her thing, “I would have
died to see it O. You’re like magic or shit. I’m jealous. Nothing happens in
this stupid town. You're not going to die, maybe you'll be like Carrie at prom
next week. You can kill Ripley and Lacey and the other nasty bitches.”

Ophelia cried into her palms with her book on her knees,
“I wish I was like you.”

Abbey hugged her tight, “Ditto sis.”

Ophelia laughed a wet snotty ugly face cry into her
sister’s shoulder. Ditto was their thing. They loved the movie Ghost.

“I’m going to Lance’s tomorrow night and I am dead assed
certain Jake is going to ask you.”

She pushed her younger sister back, “Don’t be a dick. I
already feel like death. I’m staying home and cutting myself for real and
listening to sad eighties music.”

Abbey shoved her back, “Weirdo, you should come. It’ll be
fun. Lance told me to ask you.”

Ophelia shook her head, “No way. Hanging with the angst
twins and doing suicide pacts sounds like way more fun.”

Abbey rolled her eyes, “Stop joking, mom is going to think
your serious and you’ll end up in an institution like aunty Marie who still
swears she can’t see you.” She snickered and left the room.

Ophelia curled back in to her reading ball and continued
with her book.

She ignored the garage door opening later, as the sun
started to go down. She blocked out the voices in the house. Her workaholic
parents would pop their heads in but she would keep her face in her book and
pretend everything was normal. She hoped.

“Uhh Ophelia is there something you want to tell us?”

She cringed inside of the closet.

Her dad opened the door looking stressed. Her mom already
had her hands on her hips.

Ophelia shook her head.

“Honey the school called and said there was an incident.
You broke all the windows in a classroom and threw papers everywhere?”

She shook her head, “I never I swear. Ask anyone I never
moved a muscle. I just yelled and everything went crazy.”

Her dad raised an eyebrow, “O.”

“Dad I swear.”

Her mom put her hands over her eyes, “Ophelia we have a
meeting with the principal tomorrow. Prom is in a week and grad in two weeks.
You couldn’t wait to smash windows till you were graduated?”

Her dad left and her mom dropped to her knees in the closet,
“Baby if you’re sad or feeling bad about something you can tell me. You know
that right?”

She nodded, “I swear I didn’t do it mom.”

Her mom nodded, “Okay baby. I believe you.”

It didn’t feel like she believed her, it felt like she didn’t
want to deal with it.