Wish by H.R. Davison (phonics books .TXT) 📕

stomach, kicking his feet in the air like a school girl.

 

I start to laugh as Andy jumps up from the bed and runs out of the room without a word. My laughter dies as I watch him go. Once he is out of sight I ask Cody. “What’s wrong with him?”

 

Cody looks over his shoulder at the open door and then back at you. “Listen honey, normally I am one to dish allllllll the gossip, but this is something he needs to tell you himself.”

 

“Okay…” I say. I don’t understand why Andy would leave like that. Are he and Cody fighting? I couldn’t imagine why. For being so different they get along great. Andy has told me so many stories about him Cody growing up that I feel I have known them both forever. Cody is the older brother though and likes to tease Andy about it. A thought occurs to me and I ask Cody. “Hey so I know that Andy is assigned my protector and all that, but since you two are twins and you are actually older by three minutes, why aren’t you my protector?”

 

Cody laughs heartily while answering, “Oh honey, what am I going to protect you from? A bad perm?” He says grabbing a stand of my long hair and tugging it playfully.

 

While we are rolling on the bed laughing Mr. Dominic knocks softly on the door. I wipe the tears of laughter from my eyes. “Is it time to go Mr. Dominic?” I ask.

 

“Yes dear, it is.” He says, turning on his heel and walking away.

 

Cody jumps up from the bed, straightening his wrinkled clothes with an annoyed sigh, and we both walk into the living where Mr. Dominic and Andy are waiting to leave. We all pile into the ranger rover. I sit in the back of the car with Andy, Mr. Dominic drives and Cody is sitting in the passenger seat. Mr. Dominic doesn’t ask me for directions, he drives with a purpose, like he already knows where he is going. “Do you know where you are going?” I ask him quietly.

 

“I have a vague idea, dear. Once we get closer I may need you to navigate me.” Mr. Dominic says in a soothing tone. “But I knew your mother well. I think I can track her.”

 

“Then why I am here?” I ask exasperated. I had spent the past few hours sick to my stomach thinking I was going to be the sole person responsible for finding my mother. Now he is telling me he doesn’t need me. It is a relief and a punch in the gut at the same time.

 

“It is your mother after all Kathryn.” Mr. Dominic replies from the front of the car. He looks at me through the rear view mirror, his dark eyes piercing into my soul. I sit back in resignation. Of course I want to be here, but it would have been nice to know my services weren’t needed.

 

Andy is sitting beside me, stiff and unmoving. He stares out the window of the car at the passing scenery. It is very unlike him to be so cold to me. I can’t help but wonder if I did something wrong. I am already so scared and nervous about finding my mom. I don’t want Andy mad at me too. He is my best friend. I reach over and take his hand in mine. I relish the instant contentment I feel when his fingers naturally intertwine with mine. “Andy…” I whisper. “Is everything okay?”

 

“Yeah.” He mumbles under his breath. “Listen, just relax. Close your eyes, and think of your mother. We will do the rest.”

 

I do as he asks, leaning my head back against the seat I close my eyes. My thoughts drift to my mom. I think about her face and how beautiful she is and her voice that sounds like a sweet melody. I remember all the times we spent together through my life. All the breakfasts, lunches, and dinners, I think back to my first day of kindergarten and how scared I was to be all alone in the big school without my mommy. How she reassured me that she is always near. She will always be there for me. I feel the car stop.

 

I slowly open my eyes. We are parked on a dark street at the end of a cul-de-sac. The solitary house on the dead end road towers above us like a castle. There are no street lights and darkness pervades every corner. An ominous feeling rests on the air. This is it. This is where my mom is. I can feel it. Like a faint light at the end of a dark tunnel. She is in that house somewhere. I unbuckle my seat belt. “Well, let’s go.” I say nervously.

 

We pile out of the car and silently walk up to the front door of the house. The whole street seems deserted. Something isn’t right. I glance at Andy, walking next to me on my right, but he is staring straight ahead, his lips pressed into a thin line. Everything is silent, no wind blows, not even the crickets are singing. Mr. Dominic places his hand on the doorknob twisting it slowly. It is unlocked. The door springs open on well-oiled hinges. We all glance at each other uneasily. “This is too easy.” Cody says quietly.

 

“Feels like a trap.” Andy says taking my hand my hand in his own. Our fingers weave together. He rubs my thumb with his own in a reassuring gesture.

 

“I agree.” I mutter. “But we are already here. So…” I wave my hand into the darkness beyond the doorsill. One by one we enter the dark house.

 

 

DJ

 

Armaros greets me at the door. “Hey.”

 

“DJ, so glad you could make it, please enter.” He says standing to one side of the door, sweeping his hand in a grand gesture. I follow him through the house to his library. The four walls are lined with an impressive collection of leather bound classics, all first editions I am sure.

 

He urges me to sit down in one of the wingback chairs. The leather creaks as I press my back against the chair. He takes the chair across from me. Placed on the table between us is a crystal decanter filled with black liquid. Two empty glasses next to it. “Share a drink with me?” He asks.

 

“I don’t know if I should…” I start to say.

 

“Nonsense.” He replies with a wave of his hand. “I insist.” I nod in acceptance as he pours me a drink. I would rather have Armaros on my good side. If that means drinking with him then so be it.

 

He hands me the drink and pours one for himself. I sniff the black liquid. It smells like rosemary. I take a small sip hesitantly, expecting it to taste like gasoline. I am surprised when the taste of cherries hits my tongue. “This is good.” I say raising the glass.

 

“Mmm yes.” He says back to me, swirling his own glass.

 

My legs start to bounce up and down. My nerves are getting to me. Armaros scares me and sitting here with him in silence is making me uncomfortable. “Um… so…”

 

“DJ you look like you’re tired.” He says to me unexpectedly.

 

I feel my eyes droop. I am tired. My body sags back against the chair. I watch as the crystal glass slides from my limp fingers and falls to the floor. I try to make a sound of apology but my tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth. I concentrate all my will on holding my eyelids open but they flutter closed, dropping me into darkness.

 

When I wake up I am nestled in a warm bed. A downy blanket covers my body, encasing me in a cocoon of warmth. My head rests on a feather pillow. I feel like I am floating on a cloud. All of the tension in my body is gone. Every muscle is softened and soothed. What did Armaros give me? Whatever it was I need to get some more.

 

A warm hand touches my bare chest, making me jump. “DJ…” I hear Kat’s voice whisper in my ear. Am I dreaming? How did she get here? Maybe Armaros brought her? Either way I am not complaining. She swings her leg over me so that she is straddling me. She pulls the covers over her head and shoulders as she leans to my chest kissing me. I put my hands on her hips feeling the warmth of her bare skin beneath my palm.

 

I press her close me as she nibbles on my ears, her warm breath sending shivers down my body. “Kat…” I groan. “If you keep doing that I won’t be able to control myself.”

 

“That is what I’m hoping for.” She giggles. I relax my head against the soft pillow and close my eyes. Good things come to those that wait.

 

I wake up from a dreamless sleep reaching for Kat next to me. I feel her hair under my hand running my hand down the length of it, my eyes pop open when I feel her hair stop at her neckline instead going down her back in cascading waves. “What the Hell?” I say throwing the covers back. “What are you doing here?” I shout.

 

The blonde with the pixie cut hair stares back at me with blue eyes twinkling, a sly grin on her pert lips. “What?” She giggles. “Expecting someone else? Daddy said to keep you occupied and I figured I could make you happy like old times.” She says running a finger down my chest.

 

“Get away from me, you harpy!” I shout at her, jumping from the bed. I search the floor for my clothes. How did I get here? What happened? How could I let this happen?

 

“DJ calm down, I won’t tell Kat.” She laughs.

 

“Screw you!” I scream at her. Finding my pants on the floor under the bed I struggle to put them on.

 

“Been there, done that.” She says shrugging her shoulders. “Why do you hate me so much?” She says pouting her red lips.

 

Why do I hate her? She should know why. She is a Nephilim. She used me. She knows her aura draws other magical creatures and she uses it to her advantage. I had to muster as much willpower as possible to end things with her before, and even then I still yearned to be with her every day. That was until I met Kat. How could I do this to Kat?

 

“I wonder if you will hate her as much as you hate me when you find out.” Lilli titters. She stands up to retrieve her clothes from the floor. She allows me an eyeful and she stretches in front of me before bending over to pick up her dress. She has no shame. What does she mean by hate her?

 

“Who will I hate?” I ask her. I am tired of her games.

 

“Why, Kat of course.” She laughs. “You don’t know. I begged daddy to let me tell you. But he won’t. I was going to tell you anyway, the night of the party, but you were a party pooper.” She pouts, sticking out her bottom lip. “You will find out soon