Becca woke up in her own bed, her head splitting, blanket wrapped all around her. She sat up and instantly felt woozy. She had no recollection of how she got to her room from the previous night. Only vague moments of talking about Morgan and the house with her sister on the porch.
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She picked up her phone to see several missed calls and messages. Her boss was not pleased. “It was very unprofessional of you to leave in the middle of your shift without notifying anyone. I expect to see you for a meeting before your next shift.”
Fuck. Becca dropped the phone onto the bed and pulled at the blankets to unravel them from herself. After all of the motion, she headed for the bathroom where she dry heaved for several minutes. She leaned against the wall, sweat on her forehead, wondering how she got herself into this mess. The cold tile beneath her bare legs was the only good thing she could find in her life.
She reached over to the bathtub and turned the water on, stepping in shortly after. The cool water ran down her face and she thought of all the things she had to take care of. For a moment, she hoped the water would drown her. Get it together.
She dried and pulled a tee shirt over her head. Half dressed, all she could think of was Andrew. She texted him. “What are you up to?”
She held the phone, looking for the bubbles telling her he was responding. Nothing showed up. She put water in the coffee pot.
She dialed up her work. “I know, I know,” she said as soon as he answered. “I promise it won’t happen again. It was my sister. She was in trouble. She’s in the hospital,” she lied.
“Oh,” her boss softened. “Is she okay? Why don’t you take the next few days off.”
“I’m going there today,” Becca replied not knowing how to respond to her being okay. Of course she was. God, I suck at lying. “I’ll let you know,” she added. “About the time off. I should be alright to work. It was just an emergency at the moment.”
“Okay,” her boss said. “Please let me know and if there is anything you need.”
“Thanks,” she said. A rock formed in her stomach at the hole she was continuously digging for herself.
She hung up and looked for a message from Andrew. Still, nothing had come in. She finished getting dressed and headed outside where she found a huge scratch down the side of the car that was parked in the trash cans.
My god. What was I thinking?
She had never before driven in such a state and she instantly felt sick. She reached for the door handle and sat inside, taking a moment to just breath and promising herself to never, ever do that again.
She drove to the hospital and asked to see Morgan as she approached the nurse’s desk.
“Are you family?” the nurse asked.
“Her sister.” Becca lied again.
The nurse shuffled through Morgan’s paperwork. Becca waited while the nurse read one of the papers. “Okay,” she finally said. “She’s in room 304. You’ll go down the hall and take a right. Then you’ll see it on the left.”
“Thanks.” Becca walked by several rooms and noticed their bouquets, then realized she had brought nothing. She reached into one of the empty rooms and plucked one flower out, which she extended to Morgan upon entering her room.
“You stole this,” Morgan said.
Becca gave a small innocent smile that indicated her guilt more than anything. Still, Morgan took the flower and gave it a giant sniff. “It’s nice,” she said.
Morgan laid the flower down in her lap.
“How are you doing?” Becca asked.
“I am tired,” Morgan said. “But otherwise, I think I’m okay.” The room was quiet for a moment before Morgan went on. “What did Jenny tell you?”
“That you tried to get rid of the demon thing and it all got out of control.” Becca sat down in the chair next to the bed.
“I was afraid of that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think your sister is caught up in something. Probably not on purpose, but it’s dangerous.”
Becca was confused. “What do you mean?”
“When I arrived, your sister had the spell book,” Morgan shifted in her bed. “Not the first one, but one of the more advanced ones. And she was beginning a spell. One that would provide great control. It provides a sort of mirage to people in your life and allows you freedom to do as you please, but it’s not an easy spell.”
“That can’t be right. We haven’t touched any of the spells outside of the first book. And she wouldn’t do anything like that without me.” Becca remembered when Jenny mentioned how cool and life changing it would be as they progressed through their learning. She also thought about how Jenny accelerated through law school taking upwards of 20-25 credits some semesters. Patience was not her thing.
“You know what?” Becca said as she moved to the front of her seat. “I probably should go. I’m going to talk to Jenny and figure this out. Do you need anything while you are here?”
“No, no. Nothing is needed. I’ll be leaving this afternoon anyway. Will you let me know when you are ready?”
“Yes,” Becca said. “Wait,” she began but Morgan cut her off.
And she did know. She knew that Morgan was waiting for her to talk to Jenny and she was again going to assist them in cleaning up the mess they made. Jenny made. Or did she do what Morgan said. Can I trust this lady? I barely know her and I’m supposed to listen to her over my sister?
“Listen,” Morgan said. “Don’t get too caught up in your head. Everything will be okay.”
She walked out of the hospital with all of the wildness swimming in her brain. She thought to dial up her sister, but didn’t even know how to start that conversation. She had never needed more help than she did that day. Her sister was always by her side, they did everything together. If Morgan was right, she had just lied to her and practically ruined what they had and planned.
“I need to talk to you,” she texted Andrew. “I’m freaking out.”
She regretted it as soon as she sent it. God, you sound like a needy little bitch. But he texted right back.
“I’m sorry. Work has been crazy,” he sent back. “I’ll call you in 5 minutes.”
She sat in her car waiting for his call. Hating herself every minute that passed but relieved when his name finally showed up on her screen. She spilled everything to him and each word that fell out of her mouth felt better than the last.