Becca and Jenny looked at each other. Neither knew how to respond, but Gerard Honeyweather was holding Jenny’s hand and pulling her forward.
“Whoa,” Jenny said and ripped her wrist backward.
“I’m sorry,” Gerard said, realizing what he was doing. He pushed his hands into his face and hid behind them, shaking his head. Becca’s eyes widened as she looked over to Jenny. Jenny returned the look. It appeared as if they had gotten themselves into a situation where they might be dealing with a crazy person.
“I can’t believe I let this happen,” Gerard went on. “I should have been more vigilant. It’s all my fault.” He looked at Jenny.
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Jenny said.
“I know. I know,” Gerard replied. “I’m so sorry. I can fix this, but you will have to come with me.”
“Where? Into this dark alley to a random building,” Jenny said. “I don’t think so.”
“I understand,” he said. “It appears that I am acting uncivilized. My apologies. Would you both please follow me to a nice open, public place in order for me to explain?”
Becca and Jenny simultaneously lifted their eyebrows and looked at each other. But before they knew it, they were pulling their car into a local coffee place.
Gerard Honeyweather carried three coffees towards the table where the two girls sat. “I realize on the way over here how ridiculous I behaved. If you have never experienced what we have, you have no way of knowing the realm of possibilities and what I have done.” He passed them each a cup of coffee.
“I am going to need you to quit evading and explain to me very directly what is happening,” Jenny said.
“Yes,” he said. “Of course.” He sipped on the hot liquid and placed the cup on the table, keeping his hands surrounding it, as if it brought some sort of comfort. He spoke quietly and leaned forward, looking around so that no one heard. “Your aunt was the best witch in the area,” he began. “In fact, in all of the region.”
The two girls looked at him in awe, then at each other, and then back at him. He waited patiently, studying them.
“I can see the disbelief in your eyes, but if you’ll just bear with me and have a little faith,” he said before going on. “She knew that if anyone was to continue her legacy, it would be you, Becca.” He took another sip and shook his head. “She said that you were powerful but were unaware of your ability, that your family had sheltered you.”
Again the two girls looked at each other like an alien was speaking to them. As much as Becca had always felt different from others, and as much as she toyed with the idea of the supernatural world, she was always able to talk herself out of it.
“I had no idea your sister would be joining you,” he went on looking right at Becca. “That was when the plan deviated. Right at the beginning and I should have sought advice right then, but I thought it wouldn’t matter. I thought things would still progress as planned because your aunt was the best and I assumed she had foreseen this,” he rambled on.
“Wait,” Jenny said. “I still have no idea what you are trying to tell us. Everything is fine. We are doing exactly what was expected and the whole point is to gain the inheritance, to stay in her stupid house in order to gain ownership.”
Becca sat trying to understand the words that had been spoken to her and was grateful that Jenny spoke up. She did not know how to proceed in a world that just got turned upside down. Literally. She was literally seeing things upside down. The room was rotating in colors that she had never experienced before and the voices that were Gerard and Jenny began to fade in and out.
“Becca,” she heard. She vaguely saw a blur of Jenny stand over her before everything went black.
Becca woke up staring at a white, tile, ceiling. Looking around the room, she saw Jenny sitting by the window scrolling through her phone.
“Hey there,” Jenny said when she saw that Becca was awake.
“What the fuck is going on?” Becca blurted out.
“You passed out,” Jenny said. “They aren’t exactly sure why.”
Becca sat up and looked around the room. She had an IV in her arm that was pumping in liquid from a bag above her bed. A nurse walked in.
“You’re awake,” she said. “How are you feeling?”
“A little weird,” Becca replied.
The nurse smiled. “Any lightheadedness, nausea, weakness?” she began. She worked next to her, grabbing her wrist, watching her chest rise and fall, to obtain all of the vitals necessary to place in Becca’s chart.
“I don’t think so,” Becca said as the nurse maneuvered around her. “What happened?”
“What do you remember?” the nurse asked.
“I remember drinking coffee and then the room got all strange,” she started. She tried hard to remember anything else, but nothing came to her. “That’s all.”
“Okay,” the nurse said. “Well, you passed out and took a little ride in an ambulance.”
“What’s wrong with me?” Becca said pushing herself higher on the bed to match the level of fear. The fear that was slowly rising as she was learning more about how her whole body had just betrayed her.
“We are running some tests to try and find that out,” the nurse pulled the stethoscope from around her neck. “I need to listen to your heart,” she said before she placed the cold, round end onto Becca’s chest.
“The doctor will be in to see you shortly,” the nurse added after she finished typing all of her notes into the computer near the bedside. “Is there anything I can get you?” she asked.
“No,” Becca said. She watched the nurse walk out of the room. Jenny stood and walked over to her. “What did he do to me?” Becca asked.