Chapter 7

The whole room begins to spin, I can't seem to focus. I close my eyes and hold my head. My fingers grasping hold of my hair. I feel a headache begin to form and I desperately wish it would go away. I wish all of this would go away. None of it could be true.

I'm not a witch.

I'm just an agent who's been fooled by this man.

He's a liar.

He must be lying, witches don’t exist. They’re just stories, stories that people made up to scare children. It's make- believe.

"Are you getting the dreams." My eyes shoot up and I look into his eyes. I search for any sign of a lie in his eyes. His brows are furrowed together, a look of concern. He has a strange look in his eyes, it’s a mixture of the concern showcased in his brows and something else. Something I can’t quite place.

How could he know about my dreams? How is it possible that he could know about dreams I've never told anyone about?

"How do you know about those; I don’t ever talk about them." A small knowing smile begins to form on his face, he seems pleased with my answer and he leans in close to my face as if to kiss me but simply whispers low enough only I can hear.

"You're suppressing your powers."

I furrow my brows. All this is so overwhelming. I don't understand how any of it could be true.

"What do you mean powers, what does that have to do with my dreams."

"Your body is protesting; all the power is building up and without using them eventually they will take control and you'll only cause destruction." I take a long deep breath, feeling anxiety build up.

"This is all just a lot right now."

"We can take a break; I know it's crazy information. I can help you learn how to use your powers. I can train you." I nod, he has a way of relaxing me in a way no one else can.

"You're using powers on me!" His eyes grow wide as if he didn't expect me to figure it out. His brows furrow once more but this time without concern. It is more of an amused look.

"Just to keep you calm, an upset witch who doesn't know how to use her powers is dangerous. It is rare for a new witch to sense powers being used on her. It is very interesting to me that you figured that out. You are a lot like your mother." I nod and this time I don't feel the warmth I felt before. I give him a small smile at the mention of my mother. It is so strange hearing someone talk about her, hearing someone tell me I am just like her.

"Can we meet again tomorrow; I don’t think I can mentally take any more of this. I definitely need to sleep.”

He nods and we both get up. I say goodbye and rush out of the bar as fast as I can. Desperately needing air. The feeling of anxiety trying to take over, causing my heart rate to go up and the breath to repel out of my lungs. I dodge so many people in my rush to exit the bar, I almost trip over someone sliding out of a chair.

Once out into the parking lot, I race to find my car so I can slide into the familiar seats and smell the daisy air freshener I keep in there. My shaky hands manage to get the key into the lock, and I pull open my door gently sliding into the driver's seat. I put my head on the driver's side window feeling the cold glass.

I feel dizzy and suddenly a tingling sensation runs up my arms. A crack of lightening is summoned behind me causing me to jump and let out a shriek.

I climb out of my car, heart racing so fast I almost can't breathe. I stare across the parking lot at the blackened ground where the lightning bolt must have struck. I let out a breath of air I didn’t know I was holding and shake my head before climbing back into my car not believing what had just happened.

As I sit in my car still shocked, I turn on the radio. Music comes rushing out of my speakers and I lean my head back on the seat letting the sound of music be the only thing I can hear. I can feel a calming sensation wash over me. The storm calms and I shake my head feeling strange.

Did I really cause that, Eric did say that an angry, or scared new witch can be dangerous? Maybe that is what he meant. Maybe I caused that lightening to strike. I can’t even imagine what could have happened if someone had been there. I would have hurt them.

Deep in thought, I barely notice Eric walking out of the bar towards his car. My body still in shock from tonight's events. I feel numb as I watch him and his quick strides. He seems nervous about something; he looks around him as if he is trying to watch for something or someone following him. I start to feel anxious again as I watch him do this. The shaky hands come back, not wanting to drive like this and risk something happening to someone, or me while I’m on the road I reach for my purse and pull out my phone. I force myself, despite my pride, to call the only person I can think of to come and help me.

I need comfort and security and I know he’ll give that to me.

He answers on the third ring and I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Hello”

A groggy half-awake voice rasps in the other end of the call. He must have been sleeping, I hadn’t even checked the time before calling him. I shrug my shoulders, it’s not like I haven’t woken him up this late before.

“Josh, I know it’s late but, I need you to come and get me.”

I hear some rustling on the other end of the phone and hope that’s the sound of him getting out of bed.

“Where are you?”

His voice comes out more alert, the deep rasp of sleep still evident. I need to try and focus on him and his questions and less on the sound of his voice , despite how sexy it is.

“I'm at the bar five minutes away from our main office.” I panic hoping he knows the one I’m talking about. I hate being vulnerable with him, I don’t like showing anyone my vulnerability. It makes me feel weak.

“I know the one, I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” He disconnects the call and I feel myself relax slightly. I bring my legs up onto the seat and curl them in a Criss cross applesauce, like I'm in kinder all over again.

A knock on the door makes me jump and my heart speeds up, the feeling of calm that I had vanishes. I should be on alert even when all of this is happening, what an agent I am.

I roll down the window and come face to face with a small red headed woman. Her eyes send chills down my spine, they’re stormy grey, much like my own. She looks a little older than me and her curls in big waves frame her face just right.

“Can I help you?” She smiles big enough that it reaches her round stormy eyes.

“Yes, you absolutely can.” Her grey eyes were the last thing that I seen before everything went black.