The Prophecy (25 page)

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People started running outside in an uproar. All of a sudden I heard, 'it was her! Star did it!' and I was confused. I hadn't done anything, but everyone was now turning to me, pointing at me. It wasn't until later as I was being questioned in the police station that I learned that Becca had somehow caught on fire. Ninety percent of her body was burned. Third degree. I guess the boy who overheard me had pointed me out when everybody was outside. They blamed me, condemned me. It didn't matter what I said or who I pleaded with, they wouldn't listen to me.”

I looked up into James’s eyes and didn't see any judging there. His was compassionate, reading behind my words to the pain that was deeply hidden.
“That's what happened to Becca. That's why I'm here.” I stood up to leave.

“
You do know that it wasn't your fault, right?”

I sent a self-condemning smile his way.
“It's funny that you think that. I thought that for a long time, but now I know the truth.”

I turned away, trying to ignore his words.
“What do you mean by that? Star, just wait—”

I turned toward him one last time as my hand rested on the door handle.
“I forgot to finish what I was saying earlier. Tomorrow’s November third. My eighteenth birthday. Goodbye, James. I won't be seeing you again.”

C
hapter Thirty-One

I stepped out of the office, a sense of freedom filling me. I started to smile, but it dropped quickly. Was fate trying to shit on me or something? Because it was working.

“
Well look what we have here. I always knew there was something wrong with you. Turns out I was right.” Jenni stood on the bottom of the steps. Her blonde hair glowing in the late evening light, her blue eyes crinkling. She was enjoying this

“
Well yay for you. Do I need to throw confetti or something? Just let me know next time so I'm more prepared.” I shrugged, as if her seeing me at a shrinks office was nothing out of the ordinary. “What are you doing here anyways?”

“
Well, we,” she paused and glanced pointedly over her shoulder, “were bringing Mr. Morrison his dinner. He said he had to work late on something. I guess we know what that is now. Don't we, Gabe?” I froze. I knew there was a possibility that I'd end up seeing Gabe here, but at that moment the possibility seemed so small. It was my last day, the last chance.

I swallowed hard as I looked into his eyes. He was confused, and I didn't have the heart to tell him that I was one of his father's patients. Jenni took care of that for me.

“Look, baby. Just another crazy coming to see your father. I guess he can't save them all, can he?”

He cut his eyes to her and what she saw made the maliciousness in her face fall.
“I've had enough, Jenni.” He turned his eyes back to me as he stepped away from her. I could almost feel their relationship going up in flames. “You okay, Star?”

I nodded my head, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. The compassion and concern in his eyes almost made me cave. I knew without a doubt that if I went to him, right now, that he'd open his arms and never let me go.

I bit back the tears that started to choke me. I couldn't do it. Not to Gabe. He deserved more than I could ever offer, even if he was the type of guy I should be with. Andrei's face flashed in my mind, but I shoved it roughly away. There was no one for me. There could never be.

“
I'm fine.” I said softly. I moved down the stairs and gave him a pathetic excuse for a smile. Jenni was staring between the two of us, her eyes narrowed in thought. She must have known that he would have caught on to how much of a bitch she was eventually. I knew that no matter the cause that I would be the one the backlash fell on. Now she had ample ammunition.

I got into my car right as she was trying to patch things up with him. From the tone of his voice and how rigid he was standing, I knew it was hopeless. His body language spoke volumes.

I sped off, done with the day. I didn't have anywhere else to go except for home. It wasn't a lovely thought and I dreaded walking into that house every minute of the drive there.

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It was silent, almost eerily silent. No one barged out of doorways as I slowly walked in. There wasn't any yelling, any screaming. Nothing. I walked around, listening. Still, there was nothing. I peeked into the garage and saw that Dad's car was gone. Mom's was still there, but that didn't mean that they didn't ride together. I breathed out a sigh of relief as I made it to my room.

I undressed and stepped into the scolding hot shower, letting the pain of it beat against my already worn body. I sank slowly down onto the tub floor, drew my knees up to my chest, and finally let myself cry.

Chapter Thirty-Two

I woke up to the feeling of cool fingers lightly stoking my face. I cracked my eyes open. Mom was sitting on the bed, silently sobbing. She looked tired and had aged in the past couple of months. I never noticed the small lines that lined her eye’s until this moment. The early morning sun caught on gray that was strewn throughout her strawberry blonde hair.

“
Mom, what are you doing?”

Her hand automatically retracted from my face. I missed its presence. She wiped her eyes hastily and turned a smile my way.
“Nothing. Just came down to wish you a happy birthday and give you your present.”

I sat up slowly in the bed, keeping my eyes on her.
“Thanks, I guess.” I looked over at the clock and noticed it was barely six in the morning. I didn't know how long she'd been here.

“
It's a big day today. You're finally an adult.”

“
Yes, I'm sure you and Dad are ecstatic. Now you can legally kick me out.”

Her eyes widened in horror.
“No, no Star. We'd never do that.”

A chuckle erupted from me.
“Sure you wouldn't.” I leaned back against my headboard and drew my knees up. “Alright, so what's the present?”

She reached beside her and handed out a small black box.
“Here. It has been in our family for generations. Every female in our line gets it on the day of her eighteenth birthday.”

I took it from her and switched it from hand to hand.
“So, what, is it tradition?” There it was. That word again. I hoped this tradition would be a hell of a lot better than the graveyard. A chill raced through me at that thought, while the darkness seemed to grow from it. Figures my darkness would like the graveyard.

“
Basically. Go on, open it.” She looked excited and I didn't want to ruin it for her. There'd be time for that later.

My breath caught as I opened the box. It was beautiful. Antique silver gleamed in the early morning light. The amulet was oval, almost the shape and width of an egg. There was beautiful detail work all around a blood red stone that sat heavily in the middle. As I moved the amulet to get a better look, the stone caught the sun, sending red light reflecting throughout the room.

“Wow.” I whispered. My eyes caught on the stones center. I'd never seen anything that looked so delicate yet fierce.

“
Yes, it is beautiful, isn't it?” she reached out to take it. I jerked my hand back and glared at her. She backed up at the look in my eyes. “It's okay, Star. I just wanted to put the ribbon on it so you can wear it.” She held up her hand, showing me where a piece of black ribbon hung from her fingers. I blew out a breath and handed it wearily over to her, not taking my eyes off of her for a second.

It was weird. I had this fierce urge to protect it, to keep it safe. Even though I knew my mother had it before me, I didn't like the thought of anyone touching it.

“The women in our family are very special.” Mom started while working the ribbon onto the amulet. “We're never alike personably and never look alike except for the eyes. We all have the same violet eyes.” She smiled up at me. I kept watching her hands. “Some people say that we have certain ‘gifts’. This amulet seems to have a strange effect on our family. Makes us calmer, keeps us safe.” 

She looked pointedly at me. I knew I was supposed to be piecing the puzzle together, but I was consumed by thoughts of the amulet. I needed it back. Now.
“You must always wear this, Starlette. Never take it off, even for a moment. You're stronger than the rest of us and I think I did more harm than good by keeping this from you for so long.”

“
I can't keep it on all the time, Mom. Swim class instead of regular gym, remember?” I held out my hand and greedily snatched it back, moving the ribbon around my neck and tying it in a small knot.

“
Yes, I guess not. Just don't keep it off for longer than needed, okay?” she was looking at me with such an intensity that I stopped ignoring her words. This was important to her and I had no idea why.

“
Mom, why does it matter so much?” I felt like I was on the brink of something, but I didn't know what.

She thought for a moment, then seemed to come to a decision.
“Star, there's something I—”

“
Knock, knock birthday girl!” I looked up at the sound of Brandon's voice. He was standing in the doorway, a half smile on his face and a temperamental Rose behind him. She wasn't smiling. She didn't look like she wanted to be there at all.

“
Hey guys.”

“
I'll talk to you about it later.” Mom said with a soft smile right before she walked out of the room. 
 ”So are you ready for your big day?”

I shook my head and scooted over to make room for them.
“It's just another day, right?”

“
Oh yeah, becoming legally responsible for yourself is totally no big deal.” She rolled her eyes at me as Brandon forced her to sit down. This was becoming a great morning.

“
Whatever. Thanks for stopping by.”

“
Of course we stopped by, what are friends for? Right Rose?” She remained stubbornly silent, staring holes into my wall. “Right?” he asked again, his voice sharper this time. She sent a baleful look his way.

“
Yeah, sure. Friends.”

“
Well, this is all rather fascinating, but don't we have school today?” I rose from the bed, hoping I could get them out fast without damaging anything.

“
Yup, we do. But we wanted to take you out tonight.”

“
What? To McDonald's or something?” I dug through my closet, looking for anything that was clean and weather appropriate.

“
No, you idiot. We have more here than coffee and fast food.”

“
Rose! Would you just—”

“
It's all good, Brandon. Don't waste your breath.” I shrugged and moved toward the bathroom, clothes in hand. “So you guys want to go out? Fine. We'll go. But this is the last time I'm doing crap like this.”

“
Crap like what? Hanging with your friends? Yes, I can tell that being a massive bitch has taken over your schedule.”

“
Like you're the one to talk!”

“
At least when I make friends, I don't stab them in the back!”

“
What the fuck are you talking about?”

“
Girls, let’s just—”

“
Shut up Brandon!” Rose and I shouted at the same time. We glared him into silence. He held his hands up and backed away, looking toward the ground. I threw my clothes onto the bed and faced Rose.

“
What is your issue, Rose?” I demanded, in no mood for any of her games.

“
You know damn well what I'm talking about! When were you going to tell me?”

“
Tell you what? Everyone apparently knows something except for me! What the fuck do you guys want?” I was beyond lost. Mom kept hinting at things. Andrei said he knows ‘what’ I am, and the new teacher apparently knew something too. Now Rose. Everyone but me. I wondered how many people had been lying to me about things.

“
Did you ever find the journal?” I looked at her for a moment, confused.

“
Yeah. How did you know about that?”

“
Have you read it yet?” she was getting nervous now. My confusion grew.

“
Some, but there wasn't anything useful in it. Just stuff about nature and 'being one with the light'. Shit like that. I think it’s some sort of religious book or something.”

She rolled her eyes and stormed toward the door.
“You're coming out with us tonight. You'll want to finish that journal.” I watched as she walked away. A migraine began to form as everything she said pounded through my head. It didn't make any sense. What did a bunch of trees have to do with anything?

I sank onto the bed and put my hand in my head. I felt the bed shift as Brandon sat down next to me.

“Happy Birthday to me, right?”

He wrapped his arm around me and held me in silence until it was time to get ready for school. At least I didn't have to worry about Brandon ever abandoning me. I doubt anything I ever said could chase away his friendship.