All Chapters of Crescent Reflection : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The following day, I did not see Bree or her clique for rehearsals. I heard that they did not come to school because of the video circulating, and that the police had visited their homes this morning. Pity. Anyways, I managed to toss the tracker, that Derrick had given me, on the backseat floor of uncle Michael’s car. He left for ‘work’ an hour after Ken and I left the house. Derrick was the one keeping track on him. I was going to find out details from him around lunch break. Mrs. Pierce was back to jotting things down in her notebook and I was feeling off about it. Of course I couldn’t say anything concerning it so I just stared and answered questions like a robot. “Hermione.” She had said when we were finished with our session this morning. “I would like you to have this. It will help you express yourself a lot more without holding back. It will be yours to keep and don’t worry, I will not bother you for it.” She handed me something that looked like a journal. The cover was brig

Hector and I were both outside around the fire. I was helping him with the ingredients while he cooked. He was telling me about his fun childhood and how he never used to get along with Lucia up until high school. Apparently they fought a lot and according to him she was always on the wrong. But they managed to get over their differences. His stories were funny. Especially when the twins used to conspire against him. He made me laugh half the time. I couldn’t even concentrate on what to give him and almost spoilt the food. “So tell me. What was your childhood like?” He asked me. “Not as fun as yours.” I chuckled. Talking about my childhood would mean talking about my mother. I did not feel like ruining this special moment with my crying. “Oh, come on. Nothing fun with Ken?” Hector was stirring the pot. The ingredients swam and twirled with the movement. It smelt really good. “Well, this happened when we were very little.” I started. “Ken had a crush. Her name was Sarah. She was ou

The dinner table was worse than awkward this time around. The tension was so real I felt like puking. Uncle Michael was stealing suspicious glances at me. I could decipher sheens of sweat coating his forehead, but it wasn’t enough to gather and run down his face. He was nervous… worried. I think Ken felt the tension as well. His eyes bounced from me to his father then me again. I did not even have to look at him to know he was watching. I don’t know what made me to unceremoniously drop the cutlery and walk out. I thought being with Hector would’ve helped me overcome what I saw this man do, but that was not the case. Being in his presence was hard. I did not know if it was my place to tell aunt Courtney but maybe leaving clues or hints will give her the idea to do her own research on him. I don’t know. But the scamming part I am definitely on to him about. He could go ahead and destroy his evidence I don’t care. He had to be stopped. Innocent people’s money was being taken. This just f

Aunt Courtney had returned the following day. Ken was discharged and uncle Michael was discharged as well and sent to the police station for questioning. Ken’s mother looked defeated when she heard the full story. The police came over to tell her everything and she looked like she did not know a thing. She was so heartbroken that she burst into tears immediately the police left the compound. Ken hurried to console her and Annalise also had a look of disbelief in her eyes. Uncle Michael was the one that employed her and treated her well, she never knew a man like him could do such a thing to his own family. Aunt Courtney said I’m not grounded anymore and that I need to take the day off from school tomorrow. Which meant this whole week I was only going to school on Friday. I was tired of skipping school. I did not sign up to be mates with a werewolf and fighting witches. I just wanted to be a normal teenager going to school and doing normal stuff. All of this shouldn’t even be real but

“You look like you could use a drink.” The old lady before me commented. I guess she was right. My feelings in the real world had melted into this world. I was more at peace here though. Like I could escape and not feel bad for it. Like I could just not care at all and relax. “Mabel is in London.” Sofia alerted. “She went there to see her fellow witch. One that will help her with the spell.” “Seems she won’t be around for a while.” I huffed. That meant I could breathe for a minute. “It does not mean you should keep your guard down. There is a lot that needs to be done.” “Like?” “You need to travel to my house to retrieve something it’s a book. A spell book.”“I’m not trying to be like you.” I sat up quickly, startling wolfie a bit. “You are just going to do the spell to hold her back. And there are other spells that will assist in protecting whoever will be involved. I’ll show you how to.” She offered. My mind ran a marathon in a second. The calculations were buzzing in my hea