Page 13 of Petty Deadly Gorgeous

“Jamie!” Mom laughed and moaned.

What are they doing?

I took a deep breath and slowed my steps down the hall, past my room, to the room at the end of the hall. They didn’t close the door and soft light illuminated the room. Light I never would’ve seen from outside.

When I got to the doorway, I saw them wrapped up together, naked, trading kisses.

How could she kiss that man after he hit her?

“Mom?” The disgust and shock I felt tainted my voice.

“Oh, my god! Anna!” She sat up and tried to cover her breasts. “What are you doing home?”

“I hate you!” My voice filled the room as I screamed and then threw my hand towards them. “Uoqka pol pairo.”

Both of them blinked, but neither moved.

“I came to talk sense into you, Mother.” I sneered. “You think I don’t know what sex is? I know. And I know that having it with a man who hit you and barred you from seeing your own mother isn’t right!”

The look in her eyes changed from shock to horror, and I smiled.

Good, she should be afraid of me.

Mint wafted in the air, and I heard a voice in my ear. “Would you like her to speak?”

I nodded my head and waited. She blinked tears aways and her voice was hoarse.

“Anna, I need you to understand. Magic is dangerous.”

“You can’t be serious. Dad was fine when he was unfrozen from time.”

“There are other spells that will cost more, possibly even your soul.” She swallowed. “I’m begging you, Anna, please do as we ask.”

“If I stay away from magic, can I see Gran?”

“No.”

Turning on my heel, I left the room and ran to my bedroom. There in a box under my bed, I had my special dagger. Gran called it an athame. The blade glimmered in the moonlight, and in my hand I knew what its purpose was.

The room felt like a carousel ride as it spun around me, making me dizzy. My body trembled, and I closed my eyes to calm the swaying. Memories flooded back, ways to hurt, torture, and have fun with people. All the options that flashed in my mind in rapid succession were different, and time felt frozen. I don’t know how long it lasted, but when it was over I opened my eyes, stood and went back to my parents.

“Father? Can you speak?”

He swallowed as mother had before we could hear his hoarse voice. “Precious, I just want what’s best for you.”

“No. You want what’s best for you.”

“Anna, I don’t want to see you burn in hell.” His eyes hardened. “And that’s what is going to happen if you pursue this path.”

I barked out a laugh. “No father. I won’t burn in hell.” With slow steps, I walked towards the bed, then climbed up to kneel before my parents. My head tilted to the side, and I reached for my father’s mouth. “Your mean words hurt, Daddy.” I pouted.

“I… I’m sorry, baby.”

Holding my athame up in the room’s moonlight, I smiled. “Not yet, you’re not. But you will be.” My tongue stuck out, and I licked the clean blade. “Stick out your tongue.”

“Anna, stop being ridiculous.” His voice shook even though he gave it a firm edge.

I poked the blade into his shoulder, watching in delight as it pierced his skin and blood oozed down around my blade. “Stick. Out. Your. Tongue.”

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